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I was the most envied mafia wife in Chicago, until his Tibetan Mastiff tore apart what remained of our child.
Everyone called it an accident. I knew it wasn’t.
While I was bleeding out on the operating table, my husband was in the VIP ward, personally attending to his “traumatized” adopted sister. The whole family coddled her delicate state. Only I saw the smirk she couldn’t hide behind every calculated “panic attack.”
Then the Feds gave me a choice: keep playing the perfect, miserable wife, or vanish into a classified program so secret, I’d be dead to everyone I ever knew.
I signed. I uploaded the audio proof of their affair. I watched my old life disappear.
You swore you’d protect the family above all else, darling?
How fitting. My new mission is to protect this country from all threats.
Starting with you.

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.

"Celestine, please, just help me this once! If even you can't make him fall for you, then I'll know for sure that he really loves me."
I was fooled by those very words in my previous life.
I softened and agreed to help a friend with a harmless little test, never realizing that the so-called "Wall Street rising star" was nothing more than a con artist living a lavish lifestyle by maxing out his fiancée's credit cards.
When the truth came out, my so-called good friend dumped all the blame on me. She sold fabricated scandals about me to the tabloids, destroying my reputation throughout New York's PR industry. In the end, she even pushed me from the top floor of the building.
She used my death to win sympathy and build herself a so-called "victim" persona.
But now, I'm back.
This time, I won't test anyone's love for her.
I'll make her watch every lie she fabricated come crashing down, one by one.

After being reborn, my cousin and I swapped mates.
Last life, she married Kaelen Thornfield — the coldest Alpha in the West. Fifty years together and he never marked her. Not once. His childhood "friend," an Omega with a PhD in crying on command, made sure of that. My cousin faded into nothing. Unmarked. Unloved. Invisible.
Me? I married a man who couldn't stand the sound of my voice. Eleven months. Done.
This time, I took the western contract. Drove three days across the country in a beat-up truck, blew a radiator in the middle of nowhere, and rolled into his pack's territory covered in engine grease and smelling like a gas station.
His little Omega took one look at me and wrinkled her nose.
She has no idea what's coming.
I don't do tears. I don't do subtle. And when some girl sobbed at my mating ceremony about how jealous she was of me — I grabbed my Alpha by the collar and sank my teeth into his neck.
In front of the entire pack.
Without asking.

I chose the cheapest flowers in the shop because I thought my boyfriend was drowning in debt.
Hours later, I discovered he had sent his fiancée roses worth one hundred times more.
Julian Hart wasn't a struggling intern. He was the heir to Hart Group—and our entire relationship had been an experiment designed to test whether I was worthy of his fortune.
He expected me to forgive the lies.
He expected me to accept the career he destroyed.
He even expected me to come back after he refused to help save my grandmother.
Instead, I boarded a plane with another man and disappeared from his life.
Years later, the billionaire who once tested my love came begging for a second chance.

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 died the day before my brother Beckett’s state equestrian qualifiers.

Just because Beckett had mistakenly taken sedatives and fallen into a coma, my mother firmly believed that I—a worthless, sickly burden—had deliberately poisoned him out of jealousy to ruin her perfect son's future.

Ignoring my fatal immunodeficiency, knowing that even a microscopic trace of wasp venom would kill me, she dragged me into the abandoned tack room infested with wasp nests and locked the door.

Hundreds of wasps swarmed out. My airway rapidly swelled and closed amidst excruciating pain.

Through the wooden door, I heard my newly awakened brother crying and pleading, along with my mother's cold obstruction and curses.

Leaning against the corner of the wall, I slowly released my bloody, mangled fingers that had been clawing at the door.

In the final moments before my consciousness scattered, I finally stopped struggling.

Mother, if dying in this sunless tack room was your final expectation for me, then... as you wish.

On my anniversary flight to New York, fate sat my cheating husband's mistress right beside me.

Alice spent the entire trip gushing about "her Daniel" while wearing the sapphire ring he'd called "too vulgar" for his wife—me.

"She's so pathetic," Alice laughed, describing how Daniel planned to dump his "clingy" spouse. "Good riddance!"

If only she knew his "pathetic" wife was the billionaire secretly bankrolling his success.

At JFK, Daniel threw money at my feet and told me to disappear.

I smiled, dialed my investment firm, and watched his face crumble.

"Hello, darling. Your sugar mama just quit."

I used to be the executive chef at a three-Michelin-star restaurant in New York. Then I worked in my son’s kitchen for three years without being paid a cent.

I sold my old house in Brooklyn to cover the restaurant’s startup costs. I even used my retirement savings to pay for the restaurant’s premium ingredients.

That night, I prepared an entire dinner for eighty guests by myself. By the time I finished, it was after midnight, and my stomach hurt from hunger. My protégé, Leon, cooked me a steak with an extra piece of Wagyu.

I had barely taken my first bite when my daughter-in-law, Jessica, stormed in and knocked the plate to the floor.

“David, get in here! Your mother’s hiding in the kitchen, stuffing herself with our most expensive ingredients!”

Leon jumped to my defense. “Chef paid for that herself!”

Jessica sneered. “With what money? David’s the one supporting her.”

But David hadn’t given me a cent in three years.

I looked at my son, waiting for him to stand up for me.

Instead, he tugged irritably at his tie. “Mom, taking the restaurant’s most expensive food without asking is stealing.”

Jessica pressed harder. “Today it’s beef. Tomorrow she’ll be stealing from the register.”

David nodded. “Just apologize to Jessica, Mom.”

I laughed in disbelief and ripped off my apron.

“Apologize? I quit.”

In my past life, I exposed my cousin Isolde's deadly secret just to save Darius from absolute ruin, binding myself to him in a Soul Pact instead.

My reward?

At three months pregnant, Darius chained me to a water dungeon altar, carved my stomach open alive, and smashed our unborn child to pieces right in front of my eyes—all as a twisted sacrifice to my cousin who supposedly "died for love."

When I opened my eyes again, I was right back at the Pact Selection Ceremony.

Watching him pull her into his arms like some priceless treasure, I simply smiled and took a tactful step back.

In this life, I am going to sit back and watch the two of them burn in hell together.

The day I closed another major deal, my fiancé, the CEO, smiles and tells me the credit and the bonus are going to the new intern.

I watch him lean in close to her, laughing, and something in me just stops caring enough to fight for it.

I sign the transfer request and ship myself off to the most useless department in the company.

What I don't expect is that a few days later, the same man who never looked twice at anyone beneath him is going to be on his knees begging me to come back.

Three years of marriage. Three pregnancies.

Every time I confirmed I was pregnant, my sister-in-law Ophelia would walk into the chapel behind the manor.

Then my in-laws would drag me to the hospital and force me to abort the healthy baby.

The night after my third miscarriage, I dragged my weakened body to follow her into the chapel.

The moment I pushed open that door, my blood ran cold.

In that instant, I finally understood why my three children had to die.

My husband never wore condoms with me. Said they ruined it for him. So I swallowed birth control pills for four years until they made me sick.
Then I found a half-empty box in his glove compartment. And a thong under his backseat.
That wasn't even the worst part.
The necklace I'd made from my mother's ashes—the one I'd been grieving over losing for a year—was dangling between his twenty-three-year-old trainee's tits. He stole it from our bedroom and gave it to her.
She caught me staring. She smiled.
When I confronted him, he slapped me. Then drove off with her crying in his passenger seat.
Her friends came to my hospital with a livestream, demanding I apologize for "bullying" her.
I led them straight to the parking garage.
They found her on a stretcher. Legs wrapped around my husband. No condom.
The whole internet watched.

I accompanied my husband, Kieran, down to the Antarctic station’s underground quarantine zone to rescue an ice-bacteria sample at negative forty degrees. Halfway there, he asked me to fetch some data. I was gone for exactly three minutes. When I came back, he had vanished.
The institute staff told me I had gone insane, wandering the halls searching for a husband who had been dead for three years.
They called Kieran’s mentor, Dr. Reiner. Through the phone, the old man wept, swearing that Kieran had fallen into the deepest ice rift in Antarctica three years ago. Not even his bones were recovered.
Branded a lunatic, I was thrown into a sealed bio-containment pod twenty miles away. I became a human guinea pig. Under endless rounds of experimental drugs, my organs failed one by one until I died on that cold metal table.
Then, I blinked. Kieran was standing right in front of me, rushing me to the lab...

I was four months pregnant when the truck hit my car.
I woke up on a gurney outside the OR, bleeding, half-conscious, thinking my husband was saving my life. Then I heard him through the door.
"The baby's gone. Her right hand is finished—her career's over either way. Just take her kidney now and put it in Mia."
My mother agreed. My father told him to switch my architectural draft to Mia's name before Friday.
Mia. The sister they'd raised for twenty years while I was missing. The sister whose body was failing. The sister my husband had apparently been in love with the whole time I was married to him.
I was supposed to die on that table. I wasn't supposed to hear anything.
But my phone was in my coat pocket, and the voice memo app had never stopped recording.
And now I had a choice to make.

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.

On the day of my prenatal checkup, I found out my husband, Caleb, was sleeping with his student.
That night, I spiked his Pinot Noir with poison. I watched him collapse, convulse, and take his agonizing last breath. Then, I dragged his body into the basement and sealed it inside an oak wine barrel.
For five years, I raised our daughter, Nora, on my own. I thought the secret would rot in the dark forever.
Until she told me: Daddy speaks to her from under the floorboards every night. His voice sounds muffled, like he’s talking through a thick blanket...

My boyfriend faked being broke to test me. Three years of it.
When I turned down his last test, I watched him settle his new girlfriend's family debt in one afternoon. Cash he swore he never had.
Told me he'd been rich the whole time. Said he needed to know if I loved him or his money.
Said I failed.
I didn't argue. I just walked out.
Funny thing is, I wasn't broke either. I was the last pureblood heir to the strongest pack on the continent, and I'd been hiding that the whole time too.
Four years later, we ran into each other again. And this time I wasn't hiding anything.

When my fiancée’s medical exam revealed kidney failure, I prepared to sell our home—and even give her one of my kidneys.
Before sacrificing everything, I tested her with one lie.
I told her the dying patient was me.
She canceled our wedding in seconds, refused to return my money, and planned to keep our apartment after my death.
Then she picked up the report and saw the patient’s name.
It wasn’t mine.
It was hers.

"Tomorrow, dress formal. We're going back for the family sit-down."
"Are you going to make our relationship public?"
"Public what? You—as my Consigliere, or... as my mistress."
At the pre-engagement dinner, he picked simple Italian dishes, Black Forest cake, and pink-and-white roses for Amelie. Side by side, they smiled as they reminisced about their "fated encounters," his ears even turning red.
"We kept ‘running into’ each other in high school," she said.
I lowered my eyes with a small, bitter smile—those had all been his carefully designed coincidences.
When the accident happened, he pulled her into his arms first. "Don't be scared. Look at me." I shivered among shattered glass and the smell of blood. He never once looked at me.
Later, with the wedding was half prepared, I returned my signet ring, keys, and comm devices according to family rules, took my parents and emigrated. The sea wind shredded those passed New York nights.

Ashley Sullivan is forced to marry Edwin King, the ruthless heir rumored to be dying, all to replace her sister. But this mute bride hides a powerful secret—she’s a miracle doctor.
On their wedding night, she realizes Edwin is the same man she saved the night before, the one who stole her first kiss. He plans to humiliate her, but she shocks him by taming his wild tiger and saving his grandmother with a single needle.
When he demands to know who she really is, Ashley meets him with a cold smile and a needle at his throat. “Mr. King, it’s time we settle the score.”

The Wedding Variation plays the music of betrayal, the strange man's violation is like a nightmare, and the black hand of the table pushes her into the deep sea. Three years later, Evelyn Ross is reborn as a goddess of vengeance and joins forces with the mysterious Finn MacLeod to unravel the conspiracy of the past. Who set up this deadly deception? Who is the mastermind hiding in the dark? Each investigation makes the truth more confusing, and her relationship with Finn MacLeod will be full of suspense in this revenge journey to where?

I thought I was dead for sure. Hell, my blood has already run cold.
I snapped my eyes open only to realize the gunshot wasn't meant for me. But now, I'm being used as a human shield.
The first thing I saw was a man in all black holding a gun to my face.
He stands gallantly menacing, less than five yards from me. And despite the low light, I can see his shirt is only buttoned halfway as a jacket drapes loosely over his broad shoulders.
He is like Hades in a shirt.
"Answer me, motherfucker! Or I swear I'll kill her!" Blondie yelled, jabbing his gun at me and pulling me closer to shield himself.
"Who the fuck are you!"
The stranger returned his attention to my captor;
"You seem to have misunderstood this situation," He said with such calm and vindication, you'd think my life didn't matter.
He continued;
"I'm not the hero that saves the damsel in distress..." He paused,
"...I'm the Grim Reaper."

< Gunshot...! ><<
I froze in my spot, but I didn't feel dead.
"You're safe now." He said, walking up to me. He brushed hair from my wet cheeks as he pulled me closer.
And I just fell on him.
Without hesitating, I rise to my toes and capture his lips in mine.





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Sapphire Sanchez is just a girl looking for momentary happiness when she makes a rather impulsive move.
Life hasn't exactly been fair to her, and her mother's condition isn't making it easier for her. Then everything turns upside down when a stranger saves her from three hoodlums.
Or maybe the right side up?
Either way, she just met Dimitri Griot, the terror of Silicone City, the Grim Reaper himself.
He has built his empire with the same ruthless vindication he delivers his judgment. And fussy romance wasn't on his agenda when a lowlife cunt got his heart beating in the wrong manner.
He wants her just as much as he hates the weakness.
She wants him even though he incites terror in her.
The condition of romance is clear, and the rules for power are final. It's one of nothing: Power, Vengeance, or Love
Neither of them can have it all. But the question is, which will either of them choose?

When the prey becomes the hunter…

As a half-elf paranormal recruitment consultant, Julia knows to stay away from vampires–tothem, she’s just food.

So why would bloodthirsty alpha male Nathaniel La Caz be any different.When she turns up to the meeting in his factory, she senses that there is something about him.Julia is suddenly overwhelmed by her senses and her magic goes haywire when she is nearhim.Things go from weird to worst, when Julia witnesses the kidnapping of her cousin Claudia. Andwhen more elves and fairies begin to vanish without a trace, and no help in sight, Julia knowsthat she is her cousin’s only hope.

The police suspect vampires. And if they’re right, this couldbe a one day death trap. But Julia is willing to risk it all to save Claudia, even if it means shecould become this crazed vampire’s next victim.

Warning: This story contains BDSM steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.
Recommended for readers who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth.
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My father is a powerful politician.
His enemies killed my mother.
Now they want me.
To keep me alive, he hires the most expensive security company in the city. Three men show up at my door and drag me to a secret beach house.

Dante, Nikolai and Enzo

My bodyguards.
My captors.

I’m a medical student. I’m supposed to study for exams, not stitch up gunshot wounds and listen to bloody stories that make my thighs press together.

I should hate them.I should be begging to go home and not aching for the men that might destroy me.

Instead, I let them pin me to the wall, big bodies caging me in, heat rolling off their skin as rough hands toy with the buttons of my shirt.

One of them leans down and growls in my ear,
“We’ve wanted to do this since the first day we laid eyes on you kitten”

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document.
Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine.
The only rule? Don’t fall in love.
I broke it. He didn’t.
So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone.
But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me.
He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door.
How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

"I made you cum three times in one night. How did you repay me? You dumped our newborn on my doorstep and fled for four years. Now that I've found you, Diana, there is no escaping me."
DIANA
My wedding happened only hours ago. That was before I caught my husband in bed with his boss, desperate to raise money for our honeymoon.
I was humiliated. Furious. Broke. So I drank. Then I got kidnapped.
I woke up in Las Vegas, in a stranger's house. Cairo Arsher's mansion.
He is rich. Powerful. Too handsome for my sanity. And dangerously tempting.
Before I can call the cops, he takes my hand and kisses it softly, like I belong to him. Then he says the impossible. Four years ago, I was the woman he loved. Four years ago, I left him a newborn and disappeared.
Now he has found me, and he swears he will never let me go again.
But the truth is simple. I have never really met this man before.

For three years of marriage, John Smith disappeared every night.

Jane Watson endured three years in a loveless, sexless marriage, stubbornly believing that one day her husband would see her worth.

However, she never expected that what awaited her was John's divorce papers.

Finally, she made a decision: she didn't want a man who didn't love her, so in the dead of night, she left with her unborn child.

Five years later, she made a spectacular transformation into a top orthopedic surgeon, an elite hacker, a gold-medal designer in the construction industry, and even the heiress to a trillion-dollar conglomerate, with her secret identities revealed one after another.

Until someone exposed that she had two four-year-old little troublemakers by her side, who bore a striking resemblance to a certain CEO's twins.

Upon seeing the divorce certificate, her ex-husband could no longer sit still. He cornered her against the wall and pressed her with the question: "My dear ex-wife, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

He filled my head with lies.
Then he set my world on fire.

Gavril Vaknin.
Richer than God.
Crueler than the devil.

And if he has his way…
My new fake husband.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife.
I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies.
Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive.

Did I do the right thing?
Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK WITH MATURE AND TRIGGERING CONTENT INCLUDING VIOLENCE, NON-CONSENSUAL ELEMENTS, TORTURE, EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA. 18+ ONLY!
One night, two women wake up in bodies that aren't theirs.
Elara has suffered two brutal years chained in the Draconian Lord's secret dungeon where she was tortured, violated, and left alive only to break. Fueled by rage over her father's murder, she wakes up to suddenly finds herself in soft silk sheets, in the lush, untouched body of spoiled heiress Anya Vale who is married to Helson, the Lord's dangerous son-in-law.
Now armed with luxury, secrets, and a body untouched by pain, Elara unleashes years of denied desire. She dominates Helson with slow, commanding touches, grinding passion, and raw, addictive pleasure that leaves him begging for more—while she steals codes, drains accounts, and plots to burn his empire from the inside.
But in the dark dungeon below, innocent Anya awakens in Elara's scarred, broken body—facing chains, cruelty, and the same horrifying violations that nearly destroyed a soul.
Swapped by a mysterious force, one woman savors forbidden ecstasy while weaving deadly revenge, the other fights to survive pure hell.
Will vengeance consume them both? Or will twisted desire and hidden strength change everything?
(THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY DARK THEMES, BODY SWAP, REVENGE, AND STEAMY SCENES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!)

Hi, My name is Kat and I feel like I should make something clear. I am no expert on magic and there's no reason why I should be. Us humans only discovered that magic exists a few years ago and really it wasn't the big deal you would expect. it exists, I don't have any magic of my own so it makes no difference to my life.

So when I get asked to play tour guide for a stupidly handsome fae as he attempts to capture some escaped criminals I realise that the fae know about as much about us as we do about them. I find myself helping him navigate weird human things like mobile phones, credit cards and why we wait at red lights when there are no cars approaching.

It's safe to say that I'm a little overwhelmed by it all.

But it will be fine, right? I mean, It's not like I'm the one facing down criminals or, even worse... Crazy fae fangirls. All I have to do is show the hot guy around and do my best not to embarrass myself too much in the process. What could go wrong?

Wish me luck!

"Love me or hate me either way, I will fuck you every night.."
MXM R18+
A FORCED CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE DEVIL.
I sucked in my breath when he all of a sudden took hold of my jaw and kept my other hand above my head" "Let go of me, you devil," I beat against his chest repeatedly. I wanted to shove him off me but he didn't even budge a bit. Within minutes , l brought my knee up and kicked him in the shin. As soon as I did, he groaned out in pain and I took that as an opportunity to free myself from his grasp. I rushed quickly to the other side of the room desperate to get away from him.

He wasn't going to do as he pleases with me and yet we are fellow men

Merritt Lawson has spent years building two impossible dreams.

The first? Becoming an architect worthy of finally making her mark.

The second?

Convincing herself that one day, Hayes Gallagher–NHL superstar, lifelong best friend, and the man she’s secretly loved for years–will finally see her as more than the girl who’s always there when he needs her.

He doesn’t.

So when Hayes abandons her for yet another girl, Merritt decides she’s done waiting.

One reckless night later, she ends up in the arms of a stranger whose touch makes forgetting Hayes dangerously easy.

She never expects to see him again. Until that stranger turns out to be Stellan Mercer.

Formula One’s most infamous golden boy. And Hayes’s stepbrother who is the one man Hayes would rather destroy than share a room with.

When Stellan uses his influence to make Merritt lead designer on his luxury penthouse project, staying away from him becomes impossible.

Working behind closed doors quickly turns into a secret neither of them can afford. Because the more Merritt falls for the man she was never supposed to touch… the more Hayes realizes he may have lost the only girl who ever truly loved him.

And when jealousy, family rivalry, and the spotlight collide, Merritt will have to decide which dream she’s willing to lose.

Her career, her heart. Or both.

They were never meant to share a home — now they’re fighting to share a heart.

When fierce and untouchable Ekaterina “Throttle Kitty” Volkova, the only female rider in the Black Vultures MC, is forced to leave her Russian chapter and lay low in California, the last place she wants to end up is under the same roof as the arrogant, inked-up bastard her mother just married into.

Jett "Maverick" Callahan, notorious for leaving chaos in his wake, rides with the Devil's Reign MC — and isn’t thrilled to find out his new "stepsister" is a razor-tongued biker queen with zero respect for his turf, his rules, or his dominance.

They clash from day one.
She’s fire, he’s gasoline.
And the sparks? Hellfire.

But when a dangerous war between rival clubs pulls them into the crosshairs, they’re forced into a reluctant truce — riding together, lying low together, and pretending not to feel the twisted heat growing between them.

The line between hate and hunger blurs with every mile.

And when secrets from Kitty’s past threaten to destroy them both, Jett has to decide if she's just another problem to burn down — or the only ride-or-die he’ll ever need.

“Celine was like a drug—a drug I willingly wanted to overdose on, even though I knew I could die from it.”

"She was like a forcefield—a magnetic pull I couldn't help being drawn to."


Antonio Gray—Italian business mogul slash mafia don—is all shades of morally gray. With one foot in the corporate world and the other in the underworld, he is known for his ruthlessness, and taking a life without as much as flinching. He’s foreign to weakness and doesn't form attachments, until his path collides with Celine, a woman lost in a world where peace was a luxury she couldn't afford.

She's fire; fierce, relentless, impossible to contain. He's ice; cold, hard, impossible to break. But when fire meets ice, one of them will have to surrender.

One fateful night, when Celine is in need of a saviour, he pulls her back from the edge, becoming her only lifeline. But little did she know she was digging her own grave.

A contract is forged at gunpoint, and one signature becomes a lifetime sentence, forcing her into Antonio's dark world of danger, violence and bloodshed.

Although their marriage was just meant to be a name on paper, his motives might not be entirely pure, and she too might just be hiding a secret that could burn them both.

What starts off as a fiery clash between the two ignites into desire, obsession, and a passion as intoxicating as it is deadly, and a beautiful love story blooms from the ashes, blurring the line between morals and love.

While true love was never meant to be part of the deal, what happens when they fall helplessly? And when secrets and enemies from the past come lurking, will their love be able to stand the test of time?

Two thousand years of waiting. Two thousand years of yearning to hold her. He always fails in the end. She dies tragically over and over again every 20 years. Each lifetime, he searches for her. Each lifetime, he tries to save her. Each time in her lifetime, his soul dies, although his body remains immortal. Two thousand twenty years later, she's alive, protected and well, and he's chasing her.

Evelyn was given the sum of five hundred thousand to leave the family she had always tried so hard to please, because they finally found their real daughter and don't need her anymore.
They've always bullied, abused and humiliated her in the past while she accepts without retaliation because she thought of she continued to break her back to please them, they'll love her one day.
But she was wrong.
She still got thrown out like a stray.
Well, they've just done something that they'll regret all their lives and she can't wait to see them crawling on the floor and begging her for help when they discover who she is.
This story is filled with rollercoasters so buckle up your seat belt for you're about to go on a crazy ride with this bad-ass female lead who won't take rubbish from no-one and won't hesitate to throw back whatever they throw at her.

Anya Kozlov was never meant to matter. Youngest daughter of a once proud Bratva family, she was born to be dismissed and dominated. To be weak. To be broken. Told she would be safe in an arranged marriage to lawyer Marcus Webb, her last hope for security is stolen when she catches Marcus cheating with her sister, Elena. Elena, who has always had the power and respect Anya never did.

The night the jilted daughter gets her revenge with witnesses present, everyone she loves is destroyed. Elena's marriage implodes. Marcus's career is ruined. The Kozlov empire is burned to the ground. Blamed for the tragedy, Anya is tossed out with nothing and spends years struggling for the little scraps of freedom she can cobble together, working two jobs and sleeping in alleys, while every living part of her fights just to survive.

Until the night she decides to fight back.

When armed men walk into the art gallery where she's working and she refuses to give in, it catches the attention of the last person she expects. Viktor Petrov. Heir to one of the city's most violent Bratva dynasties. Ruthless and legendary at thirty-one, he's known as "the Devil" for good reason.
But when Viktor sees the quiet fire behind Anya's fierce stare and bloody bruises, he doesn't see weak. He sees an equal. The obsession that ignites between them is instant, volatile, and deadly.

Fueled by a dark love built in blood and violence, as Viktor drags Anya deeper into his world, she uncovers a truth her family kept from her for years: she was never meant to be weak. She was meant to be dangerous.

And now, she is his queen.

Delilah can’t wait for her boyfriend to turn 17, for him to meet his Alpha wolf, and finally sense his fated mate. She has long since been predicted as his fated mate by all in their pack having been childhood sweethearts. They make a perfect couple so this would be the perfect love story for them. Surely fate couldn’t take an unexpected twist sending her on a painful path she didn’t expect? That painful path could change the person she once was but may bring an unexpected ally……could it be in a bitter twist of fate Delilah all along had held her hopes on the wrong Alpha?

The tiny hamlet of Crescent Falls is thick with mystery, shrouding its inhabitants in a cloud of longing and secrets. In this enigmatic setting, two souls are entangled in a web of passion, power, and evil. The thrilling alpha romance "Shadows of Obsession" explores their amazing journey.
The story's protagonist is Savannah Calder, a strong-willed, independent woman with a murky past. Her life is unexpectedly changed by Zachary Westwood, the mysterious and powerful alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. An evident magnetic attraction keeps them together, and their relationship is intense and dangerous.
As their romance develops, Savannah learns about the werewolf's secret society, where dominance and submission are entrenched in their savage nature. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, she navigates the complex pack politics where loyalty and betrayal go hand in hand.
There are certain challenges with such a strong bond, though. Dark forces lurk in the shadows, putting their newly found bliss in danger. Savannah uncovers a conspiracy that poses a threat to the very foundation of the magical world they live in after becoming entangled in a web of secrets and betrayal.
"Shadows of Obsession: A Suspenseful Alpha Romance" presents a gripping tale of love, suspense, and the pursuit of the truth as the pages turn. As the stakes rise, Savannah and Zachary must confront their deepest fears and accept their fate, even if it means sacrificing all they hold dear.
Prepare to be enthralled by the simmering lust, the tense tension, and the tempting allure of forbidden love. "Shadows of Obsession: A Suspenseful Alpha Romance" takes readers on a thrilling journey through the eerie depths of mania and passion, where love can be both a lifeline and a weapon.

After the death of her parents, Amelia was broken and trapped. Her loving uncle took her in to take care of her, but her cousins weren’t ready to accept her as family. She dreams of escaping this miserable life and having someone to love her one day, but it seems too impossible.
All this changed when her uncle threw her a surprise party, and she mistakenly stole a kiss from an important, striking but arrogant billionaire CEO. She becomes indebted to this pompous man and she has to pay.
James Parker is a famous billionaire CEO, who is every woman’s dream.
Considering his status and wealth, he wouldn’t let Amelia go scot-free, not after her miserable lips touched his expensive lips. He keeps her close and torments her in different ways for her crime.
What would Amelia do when she has to walk down the aisle to this billionaire just to pay for the mistake she made?
A Naïve Bride for the Sophisticated CEO is created by Authoress Ti Fe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

The beeping sound of the EKG flatlined, and the doctor whispered the words that killed my soul: ‘Your pup didn't make it.’

My baby was dead. Pushed down a flight of stairs by the Luna Queen, and the man who fathered my child didn't even care. Alpha Fredrick, the man I thought I could love, just wrapped his arms around my empty stomach and whispered, “My sweet breeder, hurry up with that baby thing. I really miss our nights together.” He didn't ask if I was okay. He just wanted my body.

What hurt the most wasn't just losing my pup, it was that I was too weak to protect him. I was just a worthless Omega, a secret breeder hidden in the shadows. But not anymore. I refused to be a pin cushion for his Luna's jealousy.

At midnight, I staggered down the grass-covered path, my bare feet sinking into the dirt. The heavy stench of gasoline filled my nostrils as I poured it all over the beautiful city palace that was my nightmare. I lit my cigar, took a puff, and dropped it on the grass.

Like a flood, the fire raged towards the palace. Alarms buzzed, wolves screamed. I shut my eyes, ready to burn with them, whispering to the moon, “My baby, I'm going to reunite with you soon.”

But I didn't die. The flames enveloped me, tearing my skin apart, until a sudden rush of wind swept me off my feet. A mysterious man draped in white materialized from the ashes, his voice echoing in my head: ‘Hold on. I will get my body soon, and I will come for you.’ When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn't in hell. I was in the Lycan Kingdom, and my burned body was flawlessly healed. But my vengeance? It was just beginning.

In a world where secrets and supernatural beings intertwine, Aria Crescent De Andrade's life takes a sudden turn when she discovers the shocking truth about her heritage. From a seemingly perfect life, Aria is thrust into a world of mystery and revenge.

Raised by Henna De Andrade, who stumbled upon her as a near-lifeless child, Aria grows up unaware of her true identity. Only a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon hints at her extraordinary lineage. Completely oblivious, Aria's life takes another unexpected twist when she and Henna relocate to the West, hoping to escape the shadows of their past.

Little did they know that this move would unravel the secrets that lay dormant within Aria. As the truth slowly surfaces, Aria finds herself entangled in a world of werewolves, their mates, and the vast supernatural realm. Faced with her newfound powers and a bloodthirsty wolf within her, Aria becomes determined to seek justice for the pain inflicted upon her.

However, as Aria's memories resurface, she struggles to understand why her own father would betray her so mercilessly. In her journey to uncover the truth, Aria's wolf seeks vengeance on all those who have wronged her, leaving no stone unturned.

Whilst in Hartland, In the midst of adjusting to this new reality, she meets Manny Reynolds, her Mate, but he rejects her and leaves her pregnant. Aria is forced to run away and gives birth to twins, facing numerous challenges along the way. Through these experiences, she undergoes a transformation and becomes a stronger, more resilient version of herself.

As she comes into her own, Aria becomes a key player in helping the werewolf community win a war against a dreaded demon wizard. Through her bravery and newfound strength, Aria proves herself to be an invaluable ally in the battle for her kind's survival. The story ultimately showcases Aria's journey from vulnerability to resilience, and her pivotal role in securing victory for the werewolf community.

I moved it back a little now puts in my ass right on it bending over to kiss he again as the warmth of my pussy made his dick harder. I then started to move back and forth, pressing my warm pussy against he,
“Uhhh.” My first official moan, I locked that.
He then with me on top of he sat up holding me and then grabbing my thick thighs as he stood up carrying me as I hanged on his neck to his room.


In a world where the rich rule and the others are nonrelevant these characters exist, one, brought up in riches and the other brought up in poverty but strived to be at the top. this is a story of two worlds, one a world of the rich filled with sassiness and the other a world of Drugs, gangs, guns and of course wealth. They both clash as one migrated to the world of the other and though the road to this migration was not by choice and was brutal, it brought a ruthless mafia lord who forgot he had emotions together with a rich girl who only understood that money and fame is the only power needed.

Lena van Dijk lived a quiet, predictable life—until one fateful night changed everything. Without warning, she finds herself entangled in an arranged marriage with Casper Vermeer, the untouchable billionaire and head of the most powerful family in the state. To him, Lena is nothing more than a convenient accessory, a necessary piece in a carefully crafted façade. But she isn’t the docile, obedient wife he expects. She’s a fire in human form, and her defiance sparks something deep within him.
Casper plays by his own rules. Cold, calculated, and dangerously handsome, he believes love is nothing more than a weakness. But Lena tests his limits in ways he never imagined. Her strength, her kindness, and the way she challenges him threaten to dismantle the walls he’s spent years building.
As they navigate their forced union, tensions rise, and hidden desires surface. Lines blur between pretense and reality, and soon, Casper isn’t sure if he’s protecting Lena from the world—or himself.
With secrets lurking in the shadows and past demons refusing to stay buried, one question remains: can a marriage built on lies and necessity transform into something real, or is their love doomed before it even begins?

He’s about to become Chicago’s most feared Mafia Boss. And love has never been part of the plan. Ramzi Draneth was raised to rule with blood and absolute control. His future is sealed by an arranged marriage designed to unite powerful crime empires. Then he meets Sereia Elordis. A silent captive. The daughter of a traitor. A girl promised freedom once the wedding is over. But Sereia is too beautiful to be released. Desperate to escape her fate, she gives her virginity to a stranger—never knowing he’s the ruthless man destined to rule Chicago. She runs before he learns her name. He hunts her when he realizes she might be carrying his child. Now alliances are collapsing. A war is rising. And Ramzi Draneth will burn the underworld to claim the woman who was never meant to be his. Even if it costs him everything.

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?

She doesn't want to rely on a man because she believes all men are jerks.

She does literally anything as far as it would generate more income to her account, What she doesn't do is stealing, killing and kidnapping. But anything else apart from those three she will do it.

She signed a 90 days contract marriage with a billionaire.

He is the heir of Rainbow Company and the CEO of one of the biggest businesses.

On his grandmother's death bed she makes him promise to get married.

What will transpire when they cross paths? Will there be a spark between them?