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“ Ah ah ah yes. Godddd!” I yelled as I moved my waist according to his rhythm. My pitch went higher as he added another finger, making me wider for his thick cock.
I was wet for him and I was cumming.
“ Ah I'm cumming…fuck.” I moaned, he was taking me to the 9th heavens. He bent down, pulling his wet fingers coated with juice and fluids as it made a sound.
He was kissing my pussy, I let out an ecstatic shout, pushing my hips up and my pussy into his face his fangs gripping my pussy and biting it softly.
“ Mhmm..” He lapped on my pussy, with his rough and long tongue and I gasped..
I was panting roughly as I held my boobs in my hands, squeezing them roughly. I placed my hands on my abdomen but I just couldn't stop them from going down rubbing his furry gigantic head.


Amaarae doesn't know who the father is. Both men want her so they decide to fight for her, there's a war between the vampires and the werewolves. The best soldiers are selected and the war goes on for weeks without either side backing down instead it becomes more heated. It's also affecting their businesses in the human world, which they abandoned. Amaarae couldn't take the bloodshed anymore, she grew tired of it and devises a plan to change the course.

🔞She was supposed to marry his father… but his touch ruined everything.
Sage thought she knew what duty meant until she met the Alpha King’s son. He’s wild, magnetic, and everything she’s been warned to stay away from. Yet one look at him and her heart betrays her.
Every moment with him feels wrong, but every breath away from him hurts worse. Their passion is forbidden and if they’re caught, it won’t just be hearts that breaks because love this forbidden almost never ends well.

"I own you, mi esposa," he asserts, his voice frightening as always. "And if you think you can try to weasel your way out of our marriage—like you've failed numerous times, you have another thing coming, cause the last I checked," he pins me to the wall, face inches from mine, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my heartbeat in shreds as I inhale his threats. "Our vows were sacred, and so is my leverage."

Then he frees his cock and rams into me with blinding rage.

My heart plummets as I throw my head back and whimper with broken need.


What started as a naive act of sisterly love backfired when Liora's sister, Skylar Fletcher, revealed the true reason she begged Liora to take her place at the altar.

Still holding a grudge against Liora and secretly out for revenge, Skylar tricked Liora into marrying the cold-hearted and ruthless billionaire Mafia boss, who's rumored to have murdered his ex-wife in cold blood.

By the time Liora realizes the truth and seeks an escape from the trap called marriage, it's almost too late—Lorenzo Sorrentino is onto her.




—This book is purely dark romance. You have been warned— Enjoy your read

“Still hate me, Quinn?”

“More than yesterday, less than tomorrow”

Purple Quinn spent years rebuilding her life after the accident.

The last person she expected to see again was Harry Bords—the reckless boy who turned her pain into a joke.
Now he’s Roonie’s most famous biker and playboy
And also her housemate

Living under one roof with him becomes a job, constantly annoying each other, proving who hates who more and also trying not to fall in love.

Hating each other was easy
But ignoring the way he looked at her? Impossible.

"Do you know why you lost?"
My sister smiled as I lay dying.
"Because I came back first."
She was reborn.
She knew the future.
She stole my family, my fiancé, and the life that should have been mine.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.
And this time—
I'm reborn too.
She stole my future once.
She won't get a second chance.

Ruby married her fate mate, Lucas, only to endure his repeated betrayals with his first love. In the end, she lost everything—her child, her parents, and her hope. But when she’s reborn on the night of her wedding, she vows to rewrite her fate. Determined to protect those she loves, Ruby finds her former enemy, Caleb, Lucas’s brother—the man who will one day kill Lucas and become the Lycan King. Caleb had never shown up at her wedding before, but this time, Ruby looks into his eyes and says, "I want you to be my husband." Can Ruby take control of her future, or will the past haunt her forever?

I was the "fake" heiress, kicked out half an hour before my engagement. They thought I’d rot in a poor countryside town. Little did they know, my biological family was a dynasty of hidden billionaires, and I was a master art restorer and martial artist.
My ex-fiancé, the arrogant billionaire Gavin, suddenly broke his new engagement just to chase me.
Pinned against his car door under the rain, his eyes burned into mine. "Flora, will you give me a chance to be with you?"
I smirked, pushing him back. "Let's see if you can keep up."
But my glamorous new life took a dark turn when my cousin was kidnapped, and the ransom call came straight to me. The kidnapper knew my secret identity... but who is pulling the strings in the shadows?

I was pregnant for the third time, and yet again, I gave birth to a stillborn baby.
I stumbled to my feet, wanting to see my child for the last time, only to see my husband Qin Duchuan holding a baby and walking into my adoptive sister’s ward.
I followed him instinctively, and heard Qin Weiwei’s delicate voice:
"Brother Duchuan, thank you for being willing to give sister-in-law’s baby to me, giving me a chance to be a mother."
My child?
Wasn’t my child stillborn as soon as it was born?
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and the blood all over my body seemed to freeze instantly.
"This is all we owe you,"
Qin Duchuan’s voice was full of heartache:
"If it weren’t for Lingning being selfish and insisting on marrying you off back then, you wouldn’t have met such a terrible person and been tortured until your uterus was removed."
"Then sister-in-law... What if she finds out and tries to take the baby away?"
"She’ll never find out."

He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me against the cold walls. His hard body and weight pressed against me with eyes as black as darkness itself. “Being hot-headed will only put you in danger Elena,” His intoxicating minty breath filled my nostrils and I fought the urge to break down in his arms.

I let the hate and rage burn my entire body. “So what do you expect me to do? Sit pretty and wait till they come for me and successfully kill me like they did with my parents?” I screamed, unable to stop the tears that rushed down my eyes.

His strong hold against my body loosened, but his eyes remained a dark Abyss and I wished I could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, even if it was for a second.

“Elena,” Just the call of my name from his lips sent my heart racing, but I had to force myself to remember he was a devil and I'll only get hurt. “You are drunk,” He finally said, releasing me and walking to the table. “What you need is some warm tea to sober you up,”

“No, I don't want tea, Dimitri. What I need is to find my poor sisters and get the bastards responsible for the deaths of my parents. And then, I'll end their miserable lives,” I bit out with muffled rage.

Dimitri paused, as he shifted yet another cold gaze to me. “Well unfortunately, we are all out of bitter revenge tonight, so it's either tea or nothing, sweet Elena,”


Elena Connor wakes up from a coma with no memories of the last two years of her life. Someone wants her dead for a secret she can't remember, and this someone may be responsible for the deaths of her family.

Maddie finds out that her fiancé was sleeping with her best friend at the night before her wedding. She hid in the closet and watched them have s3x in her bed. Hurt and betrayed, Maddie formulate a plan to get revenge. She took a video of them and planned to play it on her exact wedding day.

She went to the bar and drowned herself in alcohol, hoping it would ease the pain. Then she met the most gorgeous man she ever laid her eyes on. With only revenge playing on her head, she slept with the man on the bar to get even only to find out the next morning on her wedding day that the man she slept with was her fiancé's uncle, Hades Atticus Grant.

To make the matters worst, Maddie found out that her father was on the verge of bankrupt and she has no choice but to marry Wyatt to save her families business.

It was a complete rollercoaster ride when Hades suddenly announced that they just got married!

Maddie doesn't know Hades reason for doing that, but she had no choice but to go along and pretend to his wife.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. This isn't something I should want. Because having feelings for a man from the family of a mortal adversary of my family was deemed a betrayal by my father.

But I'm not sure why, every time I think of him, I'm reminded of the day I handed everything to a stranger, the son of my father's mortal enemy. Nonetheless, I continue to desire him. I wanted to see and touch.

I was meant to marry the man my father wanted me to marry, even though I refused. I don't have a choice, and I know it's the right thing to do. However, I found out I was pregnant for two months which was two months after I lost my v card to the man.

I'm not sure why, but my body was demanding the man's face, and his photo was not enough. Perhaps because this is what my baby want.

So before the wedding would happen, I did the most insane thing in my life. I run away from our home, disguise myself as a guy, and apply to be a driver for the most notorious and dangerous man I ever met in my life, for the sake of my baby's wish to see his or her father, although knowing that entering Easton Hunter De Russo world would be suicide.

"I never loved you. You were just a placeholder for her."
On our third anniversary, I held my four-month pregnancy scan, ready to surprise my husband. Instead, I found him with my twin sister, Yulia.
The betrayal was swift and absolute.
"I'm pregnant with his child," Yulia sneered. "The heir you couldn't give him."
When I slapped the sister who stole my life, Franklin didn't hesitate—he slapped me back.
"Touch my woman again, and I'll make you regret it," he roared. To him, I was just a "convenience," a body to fill a space. To her, I was a joke.
That night, he threw me into a torrential storm with nothing but divorce papers.
"Please, Frank... I'm pregnant..." I sobbed against the locked door. He didn't open it. Inside, my sister was already in my bed, wearing my clothes.
As I collapsed in the mud, a Rolls-Royce stopped. George Williams, the billionaire I once saved, stepped into the rain.
"If he doesn't want this child," George whispered, lifting me up, "I will."
Seven years later.
Franklin is back, begging for the wife he discarded. But I'm no longer that broken girl. And when he sees the twin boys who carry his eyes but call another man "Daddy"—he'll realize that some mistakes can never be undone.

Every seven years, under the luminous full moon in Taurus, the mermaids of Atlantic City shed their tails and walk among humans for a fleeting month. During this mystical time, Mia, a reserved young woman living in a vibrant city filled with immigrants, encounters Charlie—a charming, playful cat who quickly becomes her best friend. Unbeknownst to Mia, her bond with Charlie is deeper than mere companionship: he is her soulmate, a remnant of her mermaid past reborn as a feline.

As the full moon wanes, Mia awakens in her new human life—a beautiful British woman with no memory of her underwater origins. She must navigate her new world, balancing her job, her ballet studies, and her growing connection to Charlie. However, her happiness is threatened when she learns that she must return to the underwater realm when the mermaid cycle begins again.

Meanwhile, Charlie remains her loyal guardian—always safe, healthy, and content. His unwavering love makes Mia feel secure and emboldens her to confront her emerging powers. As her feelings for Charlie deepen, Mia begins to sense she is destined for greater things. She prepares herself to face the challenges ahead, including confronting dark forces that threaten both the human and underwater worlds.

An evil entity—an evil specter—seeks to fight against God's love embedded in human hearts specially into her classmates when they start to being on possesion of the evil. This malevolent force aims to corrupt and destroy the purity of love and faith. Armed with her mermaid superpowers and the love of Charlie, Mia must stand against this darkness. Their bond becomes her strongest support in the battle to protect both worlds.

Ayumi Clark always dreamed of a happy life filled with love and a supportive family. She achieved her goals of having a home, a career, and true friendships. However, her search for love led her into an abusive relationship, leaving her fighting for survival. As Ayumi endures physical and emotional abuse, she realizes something is wrong. Trapped in a cycle of violence and fear, she begins to doubt herself and her choices. She must heal the pain inflicted by someone she believed loved her. With the support of her friends, particularly her best friend Kaléo Coleman, or Léo, she seeks the abuser and confronts her past traumas.
During this journey, Ayumi and Léo discover their feelings extend beyond friendship. Together, they navigate their doubts and strive to find true love. Yet, Ayumi must first learn to love herself and overcome her own traumas. Through this emotional and inspiring story, Ayumi fights to overcome her past, discovering her inner strength. With her friends' help, she learns self-worth and finds genuine love.
As Ayumi and Kaléo face their challenges, they realize that love and compassion are key to healing their traumas. They understand that true love accepts and supports them through their darkest moments. Together, they confront their fears and overcome obstacles that attempt to separate them. They discover that unity and love provide true strength. Despite their hardships, they find hope for a happy ending and an exhilarating journey of triumph, love, and friendship.

Letty has a passionate once night stand on the night of her divorce. After waking up with fuzzy memory of the night before she heads off to work as a sports writer. When she shows up to an interview of a difficult sports superstar she runs right into her one night stand. Is this the beginning of true love?

A seductive boss and his maid……
Note: This book may contain some steamy scenes…..
When a billionaire falls for his maid, what lengths must he go through, in order to make her his???
Using dubious means to get into her panties, does that make him the antagonist or the protagonist????

Read this interesting boss/maid affair story to find out more …..

Seventeen-year-old Sharon Wilson has spent her entire life hiding the curse burning beneath her skin. One mistake could expose her forbidden magic and get her executed. When she earns a rare scholarship to Emberfield Academy, the most prestigious magical sports school in the kingdom, survival becomes even harder. The academy is home to elite athletes, ruthless rivals, and the Dragon League captain everyone worships: Jaden Drake. He’s talented, arrogant, dangerously charming… and the last person Sharon should ever fall for. But when strange attacks begin targeting the academy and Sharon’s curse starts reacting to Jaden’s mysterious powers, the two are forced into an uneasy alliance. The closer they become, the more Sharon realizes the secrets surrounding her curse are tied to Jaden, the Dragon League, and the kingdom's future. Now, with war rising beyond the arena walls and the championship tournament approaching, Sharon must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice: her heart, her magic… or the boy who might be the only one capable of saving her.

“Teach me, teach me how to turn you on, teach me how to pleasure you, Sister” He ran his hands down her bare chest, taking in a sharp breath.
She shut her eyes, sighing, “Don’t. Don't call me that. Please.”
“Why, I thought you loved it when I do”
“It makes me think of thousand reasons why this is wrong, why me fucking my brother is wrong”

Hope Alejandra Torres never knew how thin the line between love, lust and hate was, until her brother came back after seven years, looking sinfully different.
Only he can push her buttons and make her breath fire, yet only he can touch her in places he shouldn't and make her feel different.
But it's forbidden, or is it? He's her brother after all.

In a world where two wolf packs, the Moonblood, and Silver Claw, once fought a brutal war, Alpha Alex and Alpha Morgan are now forced into a marriage by the Moon Goddess to keep the peace, even though they are not mates and are both under a curse of not feeling the mate bond ever in their lifetime. Morgan is a stubborn Luna and Alex is a possessive and controlling alpha. The both of them can't stand each hold but are forced to be lovers rather than enemies, and not everyone is happy about this arrangement on both pack sides since the thirst for their enemies' blood and revenge is still strong in the hearts of members of the packs. But what happens when Morgan is forced into a contract with Alex to bear his heir as a sign of her loyalty to his pack, and Alex gets put in the position to either stand with his pack and kill Morgan or believe her innocence and fight for her after she gets accuse of killing their unborn baby?

Flora had to work three jobs to feed three people at the same time, her husband was a man without money, without work, lazy and worthless, but she always loved him. But in response to Flora's sincerity, Enzo – her ex-husband - treated her only as a servant and as a sexual slave. She couldn't stand the humiliation, so she decided to divorce. But after the divorce she discovered the true identity of her ex-husband, he is not a useless man but the CEO of a large multinational corporation. What's Going On? Why did her ex-husband hide her? He never spent a dollar on her or their little daughter. Does she regret choosing to divorce her ex-husband as in his warning?

Evelyn Mitchell thought love meant sacrifice—until the man she married turned her into a ghost in her own home. Married for three years, ignored, humiliated, and blamed for a tragedy she didn’t cause, Evelyn is shattered when she learns she's pregnant with Fabian's child—the same man who loves her sister, Gina.
As secrets unravel and betrayal cuts deeper, Evelyn must decide: stay silent and disappear, or fight for the child she never thought she'd have… and the dignity she refuses to lose.
In a world where loyalty is twisted and love is weaponized, how far will one forgotten wife go to protect what's hers?

It took her five years to follow her own wishes and marry him. Yet he sold her to the Resorts World LA, killed their baby with his own hands...... What he did reduced her to the unprecedented misery and uncountable unhappiness. However, when she finally got rid of her love for him, which was like a poisonous thorn, he changed his mind and begged her to stay as if he"s gone mad. But for her, none of them mattered--love or reputation. He"d rather die than crawl back to the grave he built for her!

After my parents passed away, I regarded the Carter family as my last blood relatives and Jessica as the light for the rest of my life. Until that day, Dafu, who was sitting next to me on the sofa, suddenly looked up and his voice hit me directly in the head.
It said that Jessica holding Brad's arm was a ploy to force me to sell my house. It said that my parents' insurance money had long been "borrowed" away by Carter time and time again. It said that in thirty days, extreme cold would arrive, with temperatures dropping to minus eighty degrees Celsius, turning the world into hell.
Memories of my past life were also poured in by Dafu—they broke my legs and threw me outside, where I froze into an ice sculpture in a blizzard.
Dafu rushed to save me, but Brad pinned him to the snow, skinned him, made a fire, and ate him.
I silently pulled out the Glock 19 my father had left me and chambered a round.
Click.
In this life, I won't listen to people anymore; I'll listen to dogs.

When I woke up in that hospital bed, legs wrapped in casts and burning like hell, everything came flooding back. This time, I wasn't the naive fool I'd been before.
Tyler, my brother Ryan, and that bitch Savannah—they destroyed me. Turned a gymnastics prodigy into a cripple.
Tyler had the nerve to grab my hand, begging me to forgive Savannah for ruining my legs. My brother chose outsiders over me, screaming about "family reputation."
Fuck their love. Fuck family.
This time around, I've got evidence of the $1.2 million they owe me. I know all their dirty secrets. Round two has started, and I'm done being their victim.
Those three bastards are going to pay back every damn cent they stole from me.

A man's luxurious watch slipped out of my wife's purse. Without batting an eye, she lied, "It's a gift for your dad." Looking at the youthful, trendy style and thinking of the remote-controlled toy that had mysteriously appeared in the nightstand, I felt nothing but utter disgust.
In the surveillance footage, the domineering homewrecker not only wore my clothes but also arrogantly taunted me.
And my own flesh and blood, the son I cherished more than my own eyes, had covered for them for a few hundred dollars of pocket money!
Since everything was rotten to the core, I wouldn't even want the son anymore.
Without a word, I accepted a tenured professor position overseas, decisively gave up custody, and promptly mailed the divorce papers and the adult toy to her company.
The mistress and the homewrecker's little celebration? Let them torment each other.
This time, I'm taking my life back.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband He Yu.

The card was filled with sweet nothings I hadn’t heard in a long time, and it invited me to dinner at Cloud Mist Restaurant.

That morning, he had called to tell me he had an emergency meeting at night and couldn’t come home.

So his so-called overtime was just a surprise for me.

I happily brought the flowers to my nose, but the next second I couldn’t stop sneezing five times in a row, my nose turning red and itchy at once. I’m severely allergic to roses, and I’d told He Yu that countless times.

I rubbed my nose and smiled awkwardly at the delivery driver: “Sorry, I’m allergic to roses. My husband must have forgotten in his rush.”

The delivery driver froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled out a cake and another bouquet of champagne roses from his insulated box: “I’m so sorry, ma’am. This is yours. There were two orders under the same phone number—I didn’t check clearly earlier.”

Two orders, one phone number.

I stood frozen, all the blood in my body turning cold in an instant.

I closed the door, my hands shaking as I dialed Cloud Mist Restaurant, my voice trembling: “Hello, do you have any tables left for Mr. He Yu’s usual spot?”

“Sorry, miss. Mr. He booked our top-floor viewing seat a week in advance. There are no tables left for tonight.”

A chill crawled up my spine. I looked down at the stretch marks still fading on my belly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach—where our baby was growing.

I grabbed my coat, slammed the door shut, and took a taxi straight to Cloud Mist Restaurant.

He Yu, if you dare betray me, you can forget about keeping that CEO position!

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

Three years ago, I devoted my family's entire fortune to rescue my husband from the mire of impending bankruptcy. I once believed this was a mutual journey of love, until that day revealed the chilling truth — I had merely been nurturing a self-consuming wolf.
The metallic scent of blood still hung in the air of the delivery room when he signed the document relinquishing life support, trading our newly born child for a flicker of hope for his beloved.
As I lay in a pool of blood, dialing his number, I could hear the heavy breaths of him and his mistress on the other end.
The explosion of the yacht cast flames upon the sea, and in that life-or-death moment, he unhesitatingly let go of my hand.
They all believed I had perished beneath the waves.
Very well.
Now, my wedding invitation lies within his reach.

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

I just got out of prison after three years, and my family wants me to go back in.
"It's only three days," they said. "You survived three years—what's three more days?"
What they don't know: I'm dying. The only thing keeping me alive is my mate bond. Three days away from Everett means death.
For three years in prison, someone sent me food every week. No note, no name. I thought it meant my family still loved me.
I was so grateful.
I didn't know it was my twin sister. I didn't know what was inside.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

Did you slaughter your roommates?" the detective sneered. "No!" I screamed. The polygraph technician stared at the flawless readouts confirming I told the absolute truth. I was innocent. But if a human didn't tear those girls apart in our locked dorm... then what exactly is hunting me now?

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband Hill invited many friends over for a party at the house. Everyone was noisily playing games, and the challenge was to reveal a private secret about someone in the room.
When it was Elsa's turn, she pointed at Hill's lower body. "Hill has a crescent-shaped birthmark. It's in a very private spot."
After saying this, Elsa collapsed onto the sofa laughing. Hill pretended to be angry, jumped up, and pounced on Elsa, smacking her on the butt.
I was frozen in shock. Hill's birthmark really was extremely private—you couldn't even see it without looking closely. I only discovered it myself after being married to him for a year.
Sensing my emotional shift, everyone stopped their roughhousing.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "Zoe, don't overthink it. Before you got married, someone slipped Hill something once. I had no choice but to help him out. But don't worry, I promise he saved his first time for you."
Then she tapped her lips. "I used this place back then. Wore me out, honestly."
I felt my stomach churn violently and nearly threw up. Without thinking, I hurled my wine glass directly at Elsa.
"Sorry. Slipped. Just trying to help you rinse your mouth."

My ex-husband found me selling hair clips at a flea market. Rosie was asleep in her stroller.
"Come home. She's too young for this."
I said yes.
After that, I stopped checking his phone.
Rosie stopped crying when the other girl took her toys.
He spent the night at Simone's—we didn't call.
We ran into them at the mall—we walked the other way.
We finally became what he always wanted. Easy. Quiet. No drama.
So why is he the one who can't sleep now?
"Why don't you get mad anymore?"
"Rosie, why won't you ask me to stay?"

On Halloween night, a sharp stench of chlorine and cheap booze woke me up.
I opened my eyes to a man grinning at the bedroom door.
It was my husband, David, soaking wet and showing off the liquor he’d vanished hours ago to buy.
I cursed him out, called him a liar, and demanded a divorce. He just kept that idiotic smile.
Then my phone rang. It was his best friend, Mark.
"Claire, David drowned drunk in the pool!"

Five years ago, I stepped in front of a crossbow bolt for Lucian Vael, and he turned me into a vampire before I had the chance to say no.
He told me I was the first person he'd loved in six hundred years. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a spot for me in his family's crypt so we'd lie there together when the time came—right beside his parents, in the inner ring where only blood and the most beloved go.
While I spent four years bleeding myself dry over ancient rites, trying to carry his child, he was across the city watching another woman do it on her first try. Using my research to get there.
He named one of the twins Soren. That was the name I'd chosen.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant.
I didn't tell him.
I called Mira and said: I need him to think I'm dead.

Everyone in town said I dumped my blind boyfriend because I couldn't stand being poor.
Five years later, I'd become a blind drifter myself, relying on handouts just to eat.
And he'd become one of Silicon Valley's hottest rising tech moguls.
He recognized me, but pretended he didn't.
He wanted me on my knees. Wanted me begging. Wanted me to pay for "abandoning" him.
Until he found out the person who gave up everything for him back then was no one else...
But me.

I'm a forensic audio specialist. I make a living digging up the truths people deliberately erase from static and noise.
My 19-year-old brother was accused of pushing a billionaire's bride to her death at her wedding.
The police presented their "smoking gun" recording. I heard exactly twelve seconds missing from it.
Those twelve seconds hold the truth about how the bride really died—and the billionaire family's dark secret that will get both me and my brother killed.
They smashed my equipment, threatened my life, bribed the cops, and tried to bury the truth forever.
But what they don't know is—
Some voices refuse to stay silent. Even when they're cut out.

The heiress of the wealthiest family was dead. Her death was caused by a plane crash planned her adopted sister. At a young age of 17, she had mastered so many skills while conquering the world. A top professor in world-class healthcare, she topped the world hacker list, joined a mercenary group ten years ago and became the world's top assassin with more hidden talents she used with hidden identities.
After her death, she's reborn into another body known as a worthless piece of trash, an ugly fat kleptomaniac filled with scars and acne and a foolish prankster.
She was scorned by her parents and often schemed against by her twin sister. The people in the society often curse and avoid her like the plague.
Until unexpectedly her beauty suddenly came back in thousand fold and then they started to realise otherwise.
Her top agenda is to reclaim her identity back and take back her position that her scheming adopted sister stole from her at all cost!

In her past life, she trusted the wrong people—and betrayed the one man who loved her most. Blinded by lies, she pushed her fiancé into ruin. Yet even as the world turned against him, he forgave her. And in the end, he slaughtered all her enemies… before using the final blade to follow her into death.
Now reborn, she swears to rewrite her fate.
This time, she tears apart the fake innocents, crushes the traitors, and rises in brilliance—only for one purpose: to win back the heart of the man she once destroyed.
But little does she know…
He never truly left.
From the shadows, he has already laid his trap, created a world where she can only fall—back into his arms.
A love once buried in blood and regret will now reignite amidst vengeance, redemption, and fate's cruel game.

Rowan Hayes was just another woman lost in the city—tired, broke, and invisible—until the day she threw herself in front of a van and saved a little girl’s life.

Now that girl, Emma Vance, refuses to let her go.
Her father, Asher Vance, refuses to let her stay.

With sharp suits, inked skin, and a voice that sounds like danger, Asher is the kind of man who gets what he wants—and never forgives what he doesn’t. He built his fortune on control and his reputation on fear. But Rowan Hayes makes him lose both.

As their worlds collide, the lies holding his empire together begin to crack. Emma’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is uglier—and far more dangerous—than anyone knows.

Caught between the child who trusts her and the man who tempts her, Rowan must decide whether love is worth the ruin that follows.

He’s power and poison. She’s the spark that might burn it all down.

My fate was sealed the moment I stepped inside that school. A simple sentence, seven measly words that put a target on my back, was all it took to turn three years of my life into a nightmare.

Savaş Ewald became my tormentor and my nemesis without knowing a thing about me… or did he? How was I supposed to know, when I didn’t have a single memory of my past and no one willing to tell me anything?

I need Savaş in order to find out about my past, but he doesn't play by the rules. He trades answers for kisses, clues for pieces of myself, but how much of myself am I willing to give him in order to find out the truth?

The closer I get to finding out who I am, the more I realize Savaş Ewald will be my destruction.

Cindy and Mattheus, still reeling from Key West, unsure where their relationship stands, prepare to take some time away from each other—when a shocking call arrives. A beautiful bride is missing, the night before her destination wedding in the magnificent Cayman Islands. The groom, the last one to see her alive during their scuba diving outing, is the prime suspect.But the groom’s family insists he is innocent, and they hire Cindy and Mattheus to find out the truth. Cindy understands the pain of an ocean accident all too well, and the case strikes uncomfortably close to home, evoking memories of Clint at every turn. Police and Coast Guard search the sea and land, but the bride, Allie is nowhere to be found. Family, wedding party and guests have all been detained at their luxury hotel to be questioned. Was it an accident? Did the bride run away? Or has someone killed her? Who could have wanted her dead?As Cindy and Mattheus investigate and interview those at the celebration, we journey into the incredible wealth and opulence of the Islands and the lifestyle of those who have come down to celebrate the wedding and vacation there. As their relationships are exposed, we see the effects of wealth, greed, and intense jealousy, and how it runs their lives. We also meet Mac, a charismatic, suave partner in the firm who develops an attachment to Cindy, and Vivien, a gorgeous guest, who no man can resist. As Vivien goes after Mattheus, and Mac pursues Cindy, we watch Cindy and Mattheus’s relationship struggle and become infected by jealousy and suspicion as well.In a shocking turn of events, Cindy finds out more about Allie than anyone knew. And as the investigation takes a deadly turn, Cindy’s life is in danger, not once but twice. Once again, we see the forces of darkness try to undermine the search for truth. Will Cindy and Mattheus untangle the web of secrets among the rich and famous before it is too late?DEATH BY JEALOUSY is both a stand-alone novel, and is also Book #6 in the Caribbean Murder series, following DEATH BY HONEYMOON (Book #1), DEATH BY DIVORCE (Book #2) and DEATH BY MARRIAGE (Book #3), DEATH BY DESIRE (Book #4) and DEATH BY DECEIT (Book #5).

Cindy and Mattheus, finally together, prepare to take time off and live together—when a stunning upset in their relationship tears them apart. Cindy flies home to New York, resigned to never work as a detective—and never see Mattheus—again.And then a shocking phone call comes out of the blue: it is Mattheus. A new body has turned up. Cindy at first refuses—until he tells her who it is: his wife. They finally found her, on the shores of Key West. Brutally murdered, they suspect, by an abusive boyfriend.Mattheus’ world is upside down, and Cindy has no choice but to fly back down to the islands and help him uncover what really happened. Why did she turn up now, after so many years? How did she turn up in Key West, so far from where he’d last seen her? Why had she never contacted him? Who was she dating? And have the police caught the right man?Their investigation takes them deep into the underworld of Key West, a gorgeous, idyllic place where the locals gather to watch the sunset every night with an evening drink. It is an enchanting place—but as Cindy learns, it is also a place with a dark underbelly. Cindy prods deeper into the murder and her investigation takes her into the world of an abused woman’s shelter. Soon, she is convinced the police have the wrong man. She and Mattheus, thrown together again, reconsider their feelings for one another. But there may not be time: Cindy finds out too much and comes in danger herself. As the murder hits too close to home, it may be too late for them both.DEATH BY DECEIT is both a stand-alone novel, and is also Book #5 in the Caribbean Murder series, following DEATH BY HONEYMOON (Book #1), DEATH BY DIVORCE (Book #2) and DEATH BY MARRIAGE (Book #3) and DEATH BY DESIRE (Book #4).

On the rugged, wild, eastern shore of Barbados, Cindy and Clint are enjoying their dream honeymoon, when paradise quickly turns into hell. Cindy finds her newly beloved taken away from her, drowned in a freak accident in the ocean. The local police are quick to declare it an accident, to insist that he was caught in a sudden riptide. But Cindy, left all alone, is not convinced.Cindy must return to her and Clint’s now-empty home in New York and face her in-laws, who never wanted Clint to marry her, and who did everything to make her engagement and wedding hell. She must deal with all of these women’s backbiting, gossiping and unspoken accusations, while she tries to get a handle on her own grief and to get clear on what really happened to Clint.Cindy is mailed an anonymous photo of a woman she had never met, addressed to Clint. As she tries to unravel the mysterious package, as she begins to dig deeper into Clint’s emails and files, she realizes how many secrets Clint had been hiding from his past. She realizes that she didn’t really know the man she loved. And she also realizes that Clint was murdered.She digs deeper, into the depths of Clint’s massive corporation, DGB oil, and as she starts to unearth information she shouldn’t, she goes too far. Soon her own life is in peril. On the run, she realizes that the only way to get answers, and to save her own life, is to return to where it all began: Barbados. As she heads into the dark underside of the island, into the heart of the local villages, she is shocked to discover what really happened to her husband on their honeymoon.But by then, it may already be too late.Books #2--#14 in the Caribbean Murder series (DEATH BY DIVORCE) are now also available!