4732 Book(s) Related to my wife is a little scary

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

"Very entertaining. Highly recommended for the permanent library of any reader who appreciates a well-written mystery with twists and an intelligent plot. You will not be disappointed. Excellent way to spend a cold weekend!".--Books and Movie Reviews (regarding Murder in the Manor)SKEPTIC IN SALEM: AN EPISODE OF DEATH is Book #3 in a charming new cozy mystery series by bestselling author Fiona Grace, author of Murder in the Manor, a #1 Bestseller with over 100 five-star reviews (and a free download)!When Mia Bold, 30, learns that the pharmaceutical company she works for only cares about money, she quits on the spot, walking away from a high-powered career—and from her long-time boyfriend, who breaks up with her.With the podcast and TV show taking off, Mia’s career and life are finally starting to bloom again—when her uptight family makes an unexpected visit to Salem, to cast doubts on her passion and to urge her to return home.At the same time, Mia’s show must try to debunk a notoriously haunted house, now on the market for sale. Mia, unable to explain the phenomena, seems to have met her match—just as the real estate agent drops dead.Could this house be as insidious as it seems?Or might there be some other motive?A mesmerizing page-turner, packed with intrigue, mystery, romance, pets, food—and most of all, the supernatural—SKEPTIC IN SALEM is a cozy with a twist, one you will cherish as it has you fall in love with its main character and as it keeps you glued (and laughing) throughout the night.“The book had heart and the entire story worked together seamlessly that didn't sacrifice either intrigue or personality. I loved the characters - so many great characters! I can't wait to read whatever Fiona Grace writes next!”--Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)“Wow, this book takes off & never stops! I couldn't put it down! Highly recommended for those who love a great mystery with twists, turns, romance, and a long lost family member! I am reading the next book right now!” --Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)“This book is rather fast paced. It has the right blend of characters, place, and emotions. It was hard to put down and I hope to read the next book in the series.”--Amazon reviewer (regarding Murder in the Manor)

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.
Only when I slipped off that pearl ring did I understand—
Some love stories, from the very beginning, are nothing but long letters written to someone else.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

Alpha Kayle and I have spent the last five years locked in a brutal dance of hatred, resentment, and twisted duty.

He didn’t choose me as his Luna. He was forced—bound to me by the will of his parents and the Elders, not by love, not even by desire. Just obligation.

And Kayle?

He was the most ruthless Alpha alive. All sharp edges, broad shoulders, and cold, wild blood. The kind of man who doesn’t take orders—except, apparently, when it came to me.

So he punished me. Every. Single. Night.

He brought different women into our home, into our bed, like I wasn’t even there. And he made sure I heard every moan, every scream, every fake cry of his name echo through the walls.

The entire pack knew. They watched, whispered, laughed. I became the sad, silent Luna. The biggest joke in the werewolf world.

And still, I stayed. Because leaving would’ve meant surrender. And I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

After three years of marriage, Silas Creed had never once touched me as a husband.
To satisfy his obsession with cleanliness, I endured scalding showers, starved myself until I was skin and bones, and even watered his precious flowers with my own blood.
I thought that if I was obedient enough, clean enough, someday I'd finally earn his love.
Until the day I watched him raise a glass with his friends, laughing as they decided to auction off my virginity on the dark web.
"Hasn't she always wanted a man? Let's give her what she wants."
"Starting bid? Ten million dollars!"
And the worst part? He was doing it all for his first love—the woman who had once abandoned him. He was willing to auction off my virginity just to buy her the mansion she wanted.
That was when I finally understood. Three years of devotion had meant absolutely nothing.
I contacted his grandmother, took out the divorce agreement we'd signed years ago, and ended our marriage once and for all at the auction.

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."

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

For five years, my marriage was nothing but a lie, a perfect show Aiden staged for the entire family.
I loved him for more than a decade. And for his lover, he threw our five-year-old daughter, Chloe, into the basement to be fed to his Dobermans.
All because Chloe accidentally shattered an antique crystal cup, a so-called love token between Aiden and his precious Sophia.
I dropped to my knees and begged. He looked at me like I was nothing and said Family rules matter more than blood.
When I carried my daughter’s mutilated body out of that basement, fireworks were exploding on the rooftop above, celebrating his grand confession of love to Sophia.
He froze my accounts. And on the day of Chloe’s funeral, he took her to a concert.
I was holding my daughter’s ashes, trapped, desperate, with nowhere left to go when a message from an unknown number appeared. A car was waiting at the side gate. It was Daniel, my childhood friend.
Only after I disappeared with my daughter’s ashes did Aiden finally realize the truth—that the “sweet, innocent” Sophia was the real killer of his own child.

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

An S-Rank [Thunder Tyrant]?

I watched coldly as the "good brother" who had betrayed me in my past life strutted around, stealing my woman and humiliating my F-Rank skill.

What he didn't know was that every time he channeled his lightning, his talent was draining his lifespan. In our past life, I was the one who used my skill, [Status Reset], to restore his life force time and time again.

Reborn for another lifetime, I decided I was done playing the saint.

When the crimson behemoth shattered the dome, Brad laughed maniacally, summoning a storm of lightning. But in an instant, the fierce backlash turned his arms into brittle charcoal, shattering in pieces across the ground. I stepped over his rolling, mutilated body and picked up a piece of rusty scrap metal.

"Reset."

The dead rust was eradicated. The scrap metal instantly reverted to a fully charged, high-frequency combat blade.

Gripping the blade in one hand, I faced the overwhelming tide of corpses and carved out a path of blood.

For the three years since I returned to the Hart family, I had always been the wildly out-of-place “burden.”

Vivienne, the family’s beloved fake heiress, broke a contract on her own and provoked a local gang. She was taken hostage and tortured in an abandoned auto repair shop.

To save his precious sister, my brother, Ryan, did not hesitate to trade me to the gang in exchange for Vivienne.
“She’s a movie star, and you’re just a useless nobody. It’s only natural for you to take her place and suffer a little.”
He looked coldly at the gang members who were eyeing me like hungry wolves, and violently shoved me toward them.
“Tonight, she belongs to you.”

Right before they dragged me away, I managed to call my husband, Alex, begging for help. But he rejected me ruthlessly, acting as if my plea was some cheap scam:
“Stop playing the victim. Why would they ever hurt you? Hurry up and clean up this mess. Don't let a girl like Vivienne face those thugs all by herself.”

Bang.
The heavy iron doors of the gang’s hideout slammed shut.
There were no negotiations. What greeted me was a merciless rain of fists, my clothes brutally torn to shreds, and the blinding flashes of cameras.
Amidst the ultimate degradation, they took photos of me, pinched my jaw, and violated my dignity over and over again.

At 4:00 AM, I was tossed out onto the street in front of my own house like a piece of discarded trash.
Upon dragging myself inside, Vivienne immediately began dropping hints to the family, implying that I was the one who tricked her into signing the illegal gang contract.
My family cursed me, telling me to drop dead.
My heart plummeted into a bottomless abyss of darkness. Numbly swallowing the bloody foam pooling in my mouth, I let out a hoarse, broken laugh.

“Since my return was a mistake from the very beginning…”
“Then why didn’t they just let me die?”

After Grandpa passed away, he left two inheritances behind.
One was an underground shelter costing over a hundred million yuan.
The other was a crumbling old house on the brink of collapse in the village.
My younger sister Su Rou rushed to pick the underground shelter first, so I settled for the old house.
No one expected an extreme cold apocalypse to descend just days later.
Su Rou moved into the shelter with her boyfriend.
But her boyfriend leaked the gate password, attracting a mob of thugs.
Su Rou was reduced to their plaything, trapped in a fate worse than death.
As for me, I discovered the old house’s cellar connected to a natural underground hot spring. I managed to survive by sheer luck.
When Su Rou heard the news, she was consumed by envy. She led the thugs straight to me, forcing me to take her place.
"Sister, you’ve always been the nicest to me since we were kids. You’ll save me, right? You take my place and serve them instead."
I could no longer endure the humiliation. I set fire to the place and died alongside them all.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the very moment we chose the inheritances.
Seeing Su Rou pick the run-down old house without the slightest hesitation, I knew she had also been reborn.
I bowed my head to hide all my emotions, then silently chose the underground shelter.
My dear sister… that drafty, ramshackle old house is nowhere near as wonderful as you think it is.

I lay there, my face buried in the sticky remnants of my mother's tattered genitals, her exhausted body slumped against me like a conquered trophy. The room reeked of semen, feces, and sweat—our dorm buddies had long since left, laughing hysterically. Sophie's thighs trembled near my ear, her thick labia still twitching, spilling the group sex cocktail onto my lips. My heart raced, and I froze. She saw me watching that filthy show—her facade as an elite lawyer had crumbled, reduced to a slut who drank urine and licked asses for her roommates.

“Mmm…Ethan?” Her voice choked, her throat hoarse from the passion, her breath hot on my forehead. There was no anger—only a shameful desire. “Baby…you’ve tasted it all…through me. Lick deeper. Mommy needs her good boy now.”

Damn. The line is blurred. Should I grit my teeth and run? Or jump in and be the first to eat? Her hips rubbed against me, forcing my tongue inside. There was nowhere to escape. This was our new hell—heaven.

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

My sister took the blame for me and died in the Abyss Dungeon.

For five years, I knelt at her grave and wept. My husband Jack gently wiped away my tears and told me everything would be alright.

Until the day I ran into a woman at the mall.

The way she held her coffee cup. Her favorite phrase. The slight lift of her ring finger — every detail was identical to my dead sister.

I followed her to a villa on the outskirts of town.

The door opened.

The woman who greeted her was the rival who had fallen to her death from a cliff five years ago.

And the man who stepped out of the car and kissed that rival on the lips — was my husband.

That night I confronted Jack. He simply sighed:

"The truth? Is it really that important?"

I’m a convenience store owner.

When the acid rain apocalypse hit, it ate through metal, wrecked power, and turned clean food and water into currency.

Last time, I made one mistake: I opened my door to my ex, Claire Voss, and her lover, Derek Hale. They didn’t come for shelter—they came for my stash. The blade in my abdomen taught me what mercy buys in a broken world. I killed them, but as my vision faded, the radio crackled with one final update: the disaster was ending.

Day thirty. I didn’t live to see morning.

Then I woke up—one week before it began.

This time I do only one thing: lock myself in my underground storage room with exactly thirty days of food and water, and wait for the rain to stop.

But Claire is hoarding again, louder than ever—embezzling money, emptying my shelves, trying to starve me in the first week so I’ll crawl back begging.

That’s when it hits me:

She thinks the apocalypse lasts forever.

She has no idea it only lasts thirty days.

To annul the engagement, the aloof heiress of a wealthy family spent three years planning thirteen accidents to try and kill me.
Car accident, falling object, poisoning... I survived covered in blood, only to be met with her disgusted question: "How come you're still alive?"
She let her scheming childhood sweetheart crush my father's ashes, and even personally drained my last remaining blood to save me, all for her sweetheart's self-inflicted injury.
She thought I would be like a dog, clinging to her side forever without any boundaries.
Until that day, I calmly handed over the annulment agreement, clutching the diagnosis of late-stage brain cancer, and completely disappeared from her world.
Later, when she finally found out the truth, she searched the world frantically, only to find my emaciated, cold corpse.
That arrogant and haughty young lady has completely collapsed.
She personally sent her childhood sweetheart to hell, knelt before my body wearing a veil, and desperately raised a gun:
“Ivan, walk slowly on your way to the underworld... I’m giving my life for you.”

My boyfriend pulled off a drone-sky proposal that lit up the entire city.
Crowds cheered, “Congratulations to Mr. Gunson and Mrs. Gunson—at last, true lovers become family.”
But the woman curled in his arms was his secretary.
The “me” in their mouths had long since turned to white bones beneath a mound of earth.

At fifteen, my parents died on their way of volunteer teaching in underprivileged areas. I was adopted by the Miller family’s Don, Vincent and was brought up by himself. For ten years, he hauled me out of the mud, gave me a home, gave me favor no one else got and taught me what a “family” was supposed to mean.
On my eighteenth birthday, I climbed onto his bed and kissed him.
He called me disgusting with a face like ice. Later, he brought Isabella home, forced me to be her bridesmaid, and made me go with her to pick out wedding dresses and jewelry.
One shove from her was all it took for him to lock me in a pitch-black confinement room and he even had the light removed.
That was when I finally understood: everything I had could be taken back from me at any moment.

Fayre is a provincial girl with a simple dream: to give her parents and younger sister a good and wonderful life. Driven by that desire, she moves to the big city to find a better job. She lands a job as a housemaid for a famous and powerful family. Her days inside the mansion go smoothly, and everyone treats her well. Eventually, without realizing it, she falls in love with her employer’s son. She never expected that her simple admiration would turn into a romance.

Their relationship lasts in secret for a year, until one day Rihav himself announces that he is engaged to the daughter of his father's business partner. Fayre's world shatters upon hearing the announcement directly from Rihav. Devastated, she leaves the Madrigal mansion—running away not just on her own, but carrying Rihav's child.

She left because the pain was too much to endure and the man who broke her heart was the only one who had ever held it. He was the love of her life, the father of her children, and the reason she had to run.
Years later, driven by her boys' longing to meet their father, she is forced to return to the City. She hoped time might have changed him, but he remains the same ruthless playboy, a billionaire wrapped in scandal, women, and endless vices. Terrified that his toxic world will break her sons, she prepares to vanish once more.
Only this time, escape isn't an option. He catches her before she can run, and he has no intention of letting her, or his triplets… again.

On Day 100 of the global heat collapse, surface temperature climbed to a hopeless 70°C.

To keep my girlfriend from being roasted alive, I drove my ice ability past the limit and became her personal human air conditioner.

But when my ability core was on the verge of shattering and I collapsed coughing blood, she stole the last two bottles of water from my pack and climbed into someone else’s temperature-controlled car without looking back.

Before she left, she tossed the life-saving lump of ice I’d condensed with half my life onto the blistering asphalt like garbage.

“Jack, I’m sick of your cooling cutting out any second. I’m not staying here to die with you.”

She didn’t know—

The moment that ice turned into white vapor, the broken ability core in my chest—the one ruined because of her—evolved in the abyss.

I always thought if I just held on a little longer, I could still keep this family together.
But my mate Ethan and my brother William poured all their favoritism onto Ava and her mother, and left me nothing but coldness and humiliation.
They could even look me in the eye and say, “She’s your sister too,” like that was enough to make me bless them.
That night, I did something so insane it bordered on self-destruction: I dragged my suitcase out the door and let the house that held all my memories get swallowed by flames.
The news exploded, our villa became ruins. The security footage showed “no one leaves,” and the police made a preliminary judgment that the person inside was “highly likely deceased.”
Ethan didn’t believe it.
Not until he and William were handed that bag of belongings at the police station, a diamond, a Blood Moonstone, the things I treasured most, did they finally understand: I wasn’t throwing a tantrum. I was really, truly done with them.
Too bad.

In my past life, I stood on the execution platform, watching the entire city—brainwashed by the Saintess—smile as they willingly degenerated into ghouls.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to exactly one month ago.

I smashed the knight's sword that symbolized my honor. Dragging a high-tier ghoul into my basement, I slashed my left wrist open with a heavy blade.

Stripping away all the Holy Light protecting my body, I brutally shoved my bleeding wrist straight into the ghoul's gaping maw.

My bones let out muffled, explosive cracking sounds as they were eroded by the tyrannical ghoul virus. I crushed the reinforced steel bedframe out of shape with my bare hands.

I once thought an arranged business marriage was already the end of the road.
I never imagined the real trap would be giving my heart to the wrong people.
My husband, Ethan, the man I had loved with everything I had, and Chloe, my best friend, the woman I once treated like a little sister, worked together to push me off a cliff.
My face was destroyed.
For three years, I crawled my way back from hell and rebuilt myself from the bones up.
I changed my face. I had myself made into the image of his dead mother.
Then, step by step, I planned my return and married his aging father, Victor.
At our wedding, I looked at Ethan and Chloe’s bloodless faces. My smile was gentle, but every inch of it was laced with poison.
Then I said softly, “Call me Mom.”

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

“Emma Grace?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this but he didn’t make it.” The doctor says offering me a sympathetic look.
“T-thank you.” I say with a trembling breath.
My father was dead, and the man who killed him was standing right beside me this very minute. Of course, there was no way I could tell anyone this because I would be considered and accomplice for even knowing what happened and doing nothing. I was eighteen and could be looking at prison time if the truth ever got out.
Not long ago I was trying to get through my senior year and getting out of this town for good, but now I have no idea what I will do. I was almost free, and now I would be lucky to make it another day without my life completely falling apart.
“You’re with us, now and forever.” His hot breath said against my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
They had me in their tight grip now and my life depended on them. How things got to this point it's hard to say, but here I was…an orphan…with blood on my hands…literally.


Hell on earth is the only way I can describe the life I have lived.
Having every bit of my soul being stripped away each and every day by not only my father but by four boys called The Dark Angels and their followers.
Tormented for three years is about all I can take and with no one on my side I know what I have to do...I have to get out the only way I know how, Death means peace but things are never that easy, especially when the very guys who led me to ledge are the ones who end up saving my life.
They give me something I never thought would be possible...revenge served dead. They have created a monster and i am ready to burn the world down.

Mature content! Mentions of drugs, violence, suicide. 18+ recommended. Reverse Harem, bully-to-lover.

Haven Center for Omegas. A place where Omegas can be protected until they reach full maturity and move on to find the perfect pack.

Well, that's what they promised me. When I lost my parents at fourteen I was sent to Haven and promised the world. When my time came though, the pack I chose drugged and sold me. I woke inside a cage alongside rows of other Omegas. There I waited for two years until my number finally came up. I'm going up for auction tonight...

That is until my guard stumbles in drunk and I see my chance to escape. I'm too weak though and when he catches me and promises to keep me for himself I think my chance at freedom is gone. Then four Alphas storm in and save me, but my problems are far from over.

I'm too dangerous to keep alive, but I can't trust the one place in this country meant to protect me. Plus, these Alphas are not at all the sort of pack I would consider trusting or choosing for a lifetime. They are violent and rough. Yet, they promise to help and protect me until I get justice and I intend to take them up on their offer. The one request I have...I want them to teach me to be as bad as them. I want to be someone the people who screwed me over will fear.

Hell hath no fury than an Omega wronged...or something like that.

My name is Elise, and I'm about to get my unhappily ever after.

(This story takes place in the same universe as The Sweetest Sound and the two books are now combined as "Omegas of Haven" for better viewing:D )

Megan has the perfect teenage life: a parent who is proud of her, a boyfriend who loves her, friends who support her and good grades. Everything is perfect. Or so it seems. She has a secret that started the day her mother died two years ago. Make-up and smiles can only hide so much.

The new teacher at her school has everyone talking. The girls flirt endlessly with him. The only one who doesn’t care for him is Megan. He asks too many questions and is in her way at every moment. All Megan wants to do is get through the last year of high school so she can leave for college ASAP.

Things change when forbidden emotions come into play that could cause their demise.


"We should stop," he says.
"Why?" she asks. He sighs and moves his hand through her hair asking himself the same question.
"Because what I'm doing right now is wrong; you’re my student," he pauses as it doesn’t feel wrong. "Plus, it's raining," he states.
"It's not wrong," she states. “It feels very right to me." His eyebrows rise, surprised by what she is saying. "And doing this in the rain makes it seem so much hotter," she says with a slight smirk.
He chuckles and looks up at the night sky, "I guess it does," he says now, looking at her, "but I think it's just because it's with you that it feels hotter."
"Ditto," she says, smiling, and leans in to kiss him.

“F*ck I love how wet you get,” he groans as he moves his fingers to my sex. I moan as his fingers enters me. I close my eyes as a shiver runs down my body.

“Logan,” I moan as I feel his mouth on me. I look down and watch him kiss up my thigh to my sex. His tongue licks over my clit to my entrance and back. Tilting my head back, I move my hand through his hair as his sinful mouth works wonders on my body.

Logan has fallen in love with Megan, but can Megan love him back.

With Megan's dad now caught can Megan rebuild her life or will secrets from her mothers past threaten to destroy her?

Can Logan help Megan overcome her fears or will his own secrets get in between them?

Read the second instalment of the Megan series.

🔞⚠️ I gave my virginity to a stranger to escape getting married to my enemy, turns out he's the stranger.
“I have to give it to you, Sancia; you're a good liar. For a while, I almost believed you,” he drawled, his finger still buried in my throbbing core. He inches back and stares me in the eyes again.

His eyes hooded with that familiar possessive glint. “Now that we've cleared all doubt out of the way. Your pussy best remains this way until I take what was rightfully mine, or else.” He grinned darkly and slowly withdrew his finger....


To escape an arranged marriage with a man she hates and fears–Lorenzo Marchetti! A rival Capo! A man with a frightening reputation and nicknamed Diavolo (devil). Sancia is willing to go to any length to stop this wedding, even if it means giving away her most prized possession in the eyes of Famiglia to a stranger.

Her virginity! The Vicenzo Famiglia are traditionalists who still uphold the bloody sheets tradition, which, to them, symbolizes honor and purity. Any bride found without the sign of virginity is considered dishonored, punished, and banished from the famiglia. To Sancia that is nothing compares to her dreams and future.

To Lorenzo, Sancia's defiance only feeds his obsession. When he finds out that she was planning to give something he considers his to a stranger, Lorenzo takes his place and takes her virginity for himself.

What will Sancia do when she realizes not only did lorenzo ruins her plans, but he’s also the stranger she gave her virginity to? As hatred burns into something far more dangerous, and passion blurs the line between love and possession. Will the flame of desire end a century-old feud between two rival famiglia? Or destroy them both?

Lillian has always been an outcast—a hybrid without a wolf, scorned by her pack and forgotten by her own father. When she discovers her first mate's betrayal, the Moon Goddess grants her a devastating gift: the ability to hear the hidden thoughts of everyone around her. Everyone except one.
Cast out from the only home she's ever known and stripped of her wolf, Lillian is forced to serve as an Omega to the very Alpha who rejected her. But as she navigates a world of dangerous politics, pack hierarchies, and enemies who want her dead, a mysterious figure emerges from the shadows—the Alpha King himself.
He's powerful, enigmatic, and unlike any male she's ever encountered. When she tries to read his mind like she does with everyone else, she finds only silence. And in that silence, something awakens within her—something stronger than the wolf she thought she'd lost forever.
But in a world where bloodline is everything and mates are destiny, falling for the Alpha King could mean either her salvation... or her destruction.

Although born into opulence, Hermione Watson Pierce has always felt like a mere pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. Her voice has been silenced since childhood, her autonomy suffocated by the weight of expectation. Behind the facade of luxury, Hermione has discovered a devastating truth: her life is not her own. As a result, she has learned to suppress her emotions, earning her the reputation as the icy queen of the corporate world.
However, when her parents demand she undertake a task that will irreparably alter her future, Hermione decides to seize control of her destiny. That's when Aiden Mendes enters the picture – a charismatic playboy with a reputation for recklessness. But beneath his carefree exterior lies a complex web of scars, forged in the fire of his dysfunctional family.
Aiden's coping mechanism is to indulge in the excesses of life, using his charm and good looks to keep people at arm's length. Yet, when he's threatened with disinheritance unless he marries the enigmatic Hermione, Aiden reluctantly agrees. For him, it's a mere contract marriage, a means to an end. But when they meet for the first time, Aiden is blindsided by an unexpected attraction. It's love at first sight, but his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione's disdain is palpable.
As their contract marriage turns into a battle of wills, Aiden must thaw Hermione's icy heart and prove that there's more to him than meets the eye. But can he convince her to look beyond his reputation and take a chance on love?

The Shadow will rule. A hero will rise. Keriya Soulstar awakens on the other side of the world, far from Allentria, far from the dragon god Shivnath, far from everyone she's every known and loved. She can't remember what happened during her final battle with Necrovar, and she doesn't want to. Besides, she's comfortable in Jidaeln, a country where no one wields magic. She fits in. But Keriya knows she can't hide forever. With her sword—the only reminder of her troubled past—she ventures to a school where she can train with military masters to learn the arts of battle. Under the tutelage of Ansai Viran, the leader of the academy, she takes her first step in becoming a warrior who can finally defeat the Shadow. She will return to Allentria and finish what she started…or she’ll die trying. Contains: Fantasy violence, depictions of PTSD

-“ She was playing with fire.
And damn it, I couldn’t say that I didn’t want her too.
There she stood, beautiful and sexy as fuck in her thin, barely covering a fucking thing, nightie.”

-“You really are a virgin.” He whispers in awe.
I don’t think he meant to say that out loud, talking to himself more than to me. The fact that he had any doubt on my words should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. So, instead of getting mad, I clench in return and moan. “Please.” I beg him.

—————— Gabriela: I just wanted to live a normal life. But that was taken away from me when my father demanded I marry a man I never met. Fate seems to have played another joke. The day we were to meet I end up being kidnapped by the rival Mafia gang. Just to find out I was the wrong kidnapped bride! But when Enzo Giordano came into play, I knew I didn’t want to go back. I had been secretly in love with him since I was a little girl. If this was to be my chance to get him to finally notice me, then by all means I was going to do it. But will he want me too? I am not so sure.

Psychic investigator Sam Drewsbury has spent three years hunting the demon that murdered her twin brother, using her ability to see death echoes to track supernatural killers through Seattle's underground. But when she's hired by mysterious tech mogul to find his missing daughter, Sam discovers the girl wasn't kidnapped—she was sacrificed to open a portal between worlds.
Enter Kieran Braut, a centuries-old hunter bound by ancient magic to destroy demons before they can establish permanent footholds in the human realm. Cursed to feel every death he causes, Kieran has sworn off working with humans after his last partner's betrayal cost innocent lives.
But this isn't just another demon incursion. Someone is systematically weakening the barriers between dimensions, and Seattle is becoming a supernatural battleground. As Sam's visions grow stronger and more dangerous, she realizes her psychic gifts aren't natural—they're the result of demonic blood passed down through her family line.
Kieran needs Sam's unique abilities to track the portal locations, but her demonic heritage makes her both the key to stopping the invasion and the perfect vessel for the demon lord trying to cross over. With each use of her powers, Sam becomes more connected to the demon realm, slowly losing her humanity.

"I thought I told you to never visit her again, Eromaug. You are not welcome here." Lord Brarthroroz growled dangerously as his brother turned to face him with a mocking grin.
"When have I ever listened to you, dear brother? I'm not here for your benefit, or your wife's…" Eromaug laughed.
"You cannot keep us apart, brother, Lexi will always find her way back to me." Eromaug hissed, "I will have her to myself if it's the last thing that I do."


When Lexi, the best friend of the current Alpha Queen and daughter of the Daemon Lord Brarthroroz, is asked to return the newborn son of the Alpha of the Crystal Pack with her mate's help, they unwittingly anger a member who herself had designs on the Alpha and his pack.
In the midst of one of her mates being forced to face his family once more, thanks to a chance encounter with his families delegation, they are led headlong into a trap that forces Lexi and her mates headlong into a former enemy's realm, where they are placed entirely at the mercy of their captors.
Forced to confront the secrets of her past, hidden from her since childhood, and a life-changing revelation, Lexi will have to make the decision between the future that was written at the dawn of time, or the one that Moon Goddess had gifted her with her mates.
What will happen when Lexi is forced to choose between love, and the lives of those she holds dear?

At the prestigious Arkanum Academy, a magical university hidden between realms, Pandora, a purple-haired fairy with a free spirit, begins a new chapter of her life in search of self-discovery, power, and… love. But she never expected her heart would be caught between four utterly irresistible women.

Persephone, the blonde elf with a mischievous smile, lives to tease Pandora with touches and words that make her heart race. Raven, the enigmatic vampire-fairy and alchemy professor, hides dark secrets, a sweet daughter, and an intense love that would push her beyond limits for Pandora. Amy, the gentle-eyed Bean nighe, offers safety amidst chaos. And Morgana, the alpha of the Eastern werewolves delicate on the outside, wild within, sees Pandora as a prize she must win, no matter the cost.

Between dangerous classes, forbidden spells, supernatural drama, and irresistible passion, Pandora must face her past, make impossible choices, and uncover the secrets buried within Arkanum. But when hearts entangle under the weight of magic… nothing is ever simple.

Get ready for a steamy, intense, and magical journey where love is the most powerful spell, and every chapter brings a new twist.

The unexpected arrival of Emily Clark's enormous fortune from a mysterious billionaire completely disrupts her life as a teacher in a small town. However, peril, secrecy, and a man hell-bent on destroying her accompany the riches. Ethan Monroe, the handsome but resentful son of the billionaire, thinks Emily is an imposter and will do anything to prove it.

Two best friends. One girl. Two sudden rivals.
She never wanted to come between them. But they didn't give her a choice.
One was hopelessly in love. The other just wanted to have a good time.
Until he caught feelings, too.
Now, it was a battle to win her heart.
But there is one who already held her love. Years has past, was it too late to choose?

As a rogue, Samantha Carson has lived her entire life untethered — answering to no Alpha, bound by no pack laws. All she’s ever wanted is freedom: to see the world, to choose her own fate, and someday, perhaps, to share that freedom with a mate worthy of her.

She never expected fate to find her first.
When she accidentally trespasses into the territory of the most ruthless pack in America — Luna Obscura.

Samantha becomes prey, hunted through the forest by a pack of Alphas. But the chase ends in something far more dangerous than death. It ends with them.

Lucien and Tristan!

Beta and Alpha. Gorgeous. Lethal.
Untouchable. Lucien is whispered to be as merciless as Tristan is sadistic. Together, they rule Obscura with iron claws and blood-soaked loyalty.

The moment their eyes meet hers, the bond snaps into place. They are everything Samantha has ever dreamed of in a mate, and everything she cannot afford. Because Samantha isn’t just any rogue.

She’s on the run. With a secret as vast and explosive as the Appalachian Mountains — a truth that could shatter the very foundation of their kind and paint a target on anyone who stands beside her.

Including her mates. But Lucien and Tristan do not surrender what is theirs.
And they would burn the world before letting her go.

'Stefano, you don't have a say in who I date."

'I do when it concerns your safety."

'Since when did you care about my safety?"

'Since the day you walked into my life," Stefano says, shocking me to the bone.

Andrea Lopez is a beautiful woman with a wonderful life.

Andrea has everything but the one thing she desires most, Love.

All she has ever received from Love is pain in return. There is no love in her life, but everything changes when she takes a trip to Italy.

She reunites with her first Love, Stefano Costanzo, a cold, ruthless man who hates Love.

He would rather pull his heart out of his body than feel Love, but for how long will he hate Love?

Will the cold, ruthless man allow himself to love again, or will our Andrea never find Love?

"Come back!" he demands after taking a sip of the coffee.
I return and stand in front of him.
"What do you think you are doing, bringing me cold coffee!"
"It w-was hot when I bro-brought it..." I stammer, my voice shaky.
"Shut your mouth!" his loud voice booms, loud and commanding.
"I don't want to hear any nonsense excuses from you. Do you see those boxes behind you? They are filled with files. I want them arranged in alphabetical order and ready by 12:00p.m. Am I clear?" he says in a harsh voice.
My eyes widen as I take in the enormous stack of boxes behind me.
There is no way I am going to be done by noon. I am about to protest when he cuts me off.
"I know you are going to say that you won't be able to finish before noon, but the truth is I don't care. I want you to finish, and I don't care how you do it." he says coldly and turns away."
I realize there's no turning back because I've essentially signed my life away to the devil. I will have to endure whatever he does to me. What a way to start my first day!


Katherine Luciano is a beautiful lady, living with her single mom. Little does She know that her life is about to take a dramatic turn when she goes for a job interview. Fate brings her face-to-face with the one person she hoped never to encounter again, Lorenzo Costanzo. He's the man who made her high school years a nightmare, and he's now a prominent figure in society. He possesses the looks, fame, wealth, and everything with a lot of mysterious secrets.

Will Katherine fall prey to his wrath once again, or change the heart of a cold and enigmatic man?

She was rejected at her own mating ceremony.

Elara Whitmore’s world shatters when Alpha heir Kai Silvercrest chooses her best friend for power instead of love. Broken, humiliated, and exiled, she vanishes into the borderland with a rejected pregnancy and more hunters.

But she has planned that after two years, she returns in disguised as Sera Seahawks, and will destroy the man who ruined her life.

But when she steps into the borderland, she immediately knew that everything won't go as planned. And with all the new troubles she was still able to go back for revenge.

And for some bitter reasons, she hope it won't be too late for her plans to work

A baby who never cried — not even once, was abandoned at the borders of Aquila Pack, surrounded by seven ravens. She was named Raven, raised as a cursed slave, dangerously beautiful yet wolfless and despised by all.
When the dying Alpha King of the powerful Novark Pack can only be healed by a single drop of her tears, she is dragged from her life of silent suffering into the royal palace.
The king's obsession with her becomes its own kind of prison — and his rebellious, hate-filled son, Prince Cyrus, who came home hoping to bury his father, finds his fated mate is the very girl who saved the man he despises.
He wants nothing to do with her. Yet he may be the only one who can see the truth of what she really is.

"His lips held a slight upturn, but his eyes glazed over her just as they did with everyone else.
Disinterest was his countenance... It was almost hostile.
Then she smelled him.


First, it itched.
Then, it burned.
Her toes curled as she fought to conceal the pain. Her skin seared, right on the back of her neck.
She hoped no one noticed the look of surprise that slid across her face. Dread quickly became the prominent emotion.
Laura glanced at Prince Rowan, his face was lightly scrunched, nose flaring.
Male shifters were born with their mate mark. Females acquired them later, after coming in contact with their fated mate.
She put extra effort into masking her smell, glamouring the new mark.
Fuck.
She didn’t want the one she had–let alone two. Her claws extended into the fabric of the chair.
And then she had to stand. "


Laura is a wolf shifter.

Dark hair, dark eyes, average looks, wolfless… if anyone else were to describe her.
Running away is what she did best, but recent events would say it was being captured.
Captured not once, but twice, with an embarrassingly short layover, Laura jumps from one enemy to another. One, a group of individuals playing collector to non-humans; the other, the pack she’d long abandoned–with the latter forcing her hand in a dated mating game.
Every generation, given the heir to the throne is male and mateless, there were trials held to find a suitable queen for the future king of wolf shifters. This generation’s heir apparent: Rowan Alexander Woulf.
Laura had more sensible things to do, like figuring out a certain organization’s agenda.