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Scarlet's been on the run for seven years, moving from town to town in an attempt to hide from the family she loved - who are still trying to kill her. But when she moves into the town of Kiwina, everything changes. She meets a Pack and her mom's number one rule, don't make friends, is tested. She's finding it hard to deal with the charismatic flirt and son of the Azure Pack's Alpha - unsure if she can really trust him. New information about her old life comes to light and nothing will ever be the same.

Day one: My fiancé betrayed me with my best friend and threw me off a cliff to die.
Day two: I woke up, alive, the morning before our wedding, with a second chance to fight back.
This time, I’m done being the perfect bride. I shredded my wedding dress and stormed to the doorstep of my fiancé’s rival, a ruthless mafia kingpin with a dangerous grin. “Help me destroy him,” I demanded, “and I’ll give you his empire.” He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Deal,” he said, “but I want your loyalty—body and soul.” As I dive into Crestfall’s criminal underworld, dodging bullets and double-crosses, I’m torn between my charming ally and his loyal enforcer, whose quiet strength steals my breath. But secrets from my past could unravel everything. Will I rewrite my fate and find love, or fall again in a deadly betrayal?

No names asked , no strings attached just purely .... " ,. " Carnal " , He finished up my sentence with his jaws clenched . " Such a bitch ", He added . I smirked more mischievously when I noticed that his jaws were clenching more with anger . " Precisely not all cops are annoying as you ", l chuckled.
"Don't create the beast out of me ", He growled while glaring at me. " Dammit , is the interrogation done now ? " , I rolled my eyes before removing my hand from the table then placed it on my thighs . " Hands on the table" , He commanded in an annoyed voice which made me to smile in amusement .
"He you wasting my time , l really need to go and find someone who is going to give me a good fuck ", l blurted out the words caring less about the fact that he was a cop. " Huh ! Do you think that is going to happen?", He smirked as he stood up from the chair . " Meaning? ", I asked as l watched him walk towards me .
" You ain't going to anywhere unless you tell me the names of the gangs ", He warned in a low voice as he placed his hand onto the arm of my chair . " This isn't my first time to be interrogated , so don't scare me ",. I challenged him as l turned my head to look at him . With him behind me , his face was merely inches away from mine . This made his minty and smoky breath to fill my nose
" You do smoke too ? " , I asked a bit surprised . " I do fuck too " , His response shocked made my mouth to fall open . He was damn serious because before I could reply to him, his other hand shockingly fall on top of my hand that was lying next to my crotch then made me rub myself.

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my bathtub lay the corpse of his pregnant wife.
He ordered me to help him dispose of the body and cover up the crime. My only thought was to stall until my husband got home.
That is, until he spoke—and revealed the root of this massacre. Everything was my husband's fault.

For six years, Mara gave Elias her time, her labor, and her love. After a miscarriage, a broken heirloom, and one betrayal too many, she stopped asking him to see her pain. When he came begging for another chance, all he found was the woman she had become without him.

"Knock on this door over the noise one more time, and you're dead!"
Calling the cops was useless, and I was too broke to move.
Driven practically insane, I recklessly tore open the black box from the dark web—the seller promised that if I just followed the instructions, it would "eliminate the noise at the source."
Less than half an hour later, the deafening rager upstairs completely stopped.
Three mornings later, a homicide detective pounded furiously on my door.
"The father and son upstairs are dead."

Carlisle has gained the power to enter erotic dreams.
In every dream, she becomes the object of the dreamer’s wildest sexual fantasies.

That’s how she discovers the messy secrets hidden beneath her quiet academy life—
The history teacher secretly longs for the class beauty.
The merman in the aquatic lab has a suffocation kink.
And the mysterious man guarding the clock tower… has tentacles.

But hey, it’s just dreams. No consequences, no memories.
Total freedom.
And Carlisle is starting to enjoy every second of it...

In the glittering world of Vespera, power is bought with blood, and beauty is the ultimate weapon.

Three years have passed since the name Margo Valderama died in a tragic fire. Now, she returns as Eris—a "Jade" buried in the mud of the Iron Roots, ready to enter The Sanctum: the secret training ground for the country’s most lethal mistresses.

Her mission is simple: Infiltrate the Thorne Empire. Destroy the people who framed her father. And kill the man she once loved—Julian Thorne.

Julian is the Conservator. He is cold, lethal, and obsessed. He thinks he’s rescuing a broken girl from the slums to turn her into a perfect pet. Little does he know, he’s invited his own executioner into his bed..

In a house where love is a defect and secrets are currency, who will break first?

"Rule Number Thirteen: Kill them all."

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

Love is not part of why Kane Beaumont marries Emilia Taylor.
It was purely a contract deal to him and nothing more. Saving her family's business from the claws of evil loan sharks is Emilia's motive for marrying a man she barely knew.
However, she doesn't count on being hopelessly attracted to him even when he treats her like a worthless peasant.
Their relationship is chaotic, thanks to Kane's lover who is determined to ruin any opportunity of their romance ever blooming.
Even if it means putting Emilia's life in danger, setting her up, and turning the world against her.
When sparks begin to fly between Kane and Emilia after an unfortunate accident, their relationship goes through a tough test that destroys the tiny flames of love burning between them.
Will love eventually find a way in the end or will this marriage continue to be a high-stakes business deal with dangerous rewards?

Eleanor had lived in this house for fifteen years, but she had never truly been part of the family.
She had grown used to the pain: her stepbrother's fists, and her stepsister's cruel mockery. But when she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her stepsister, something inside her finally broke.
She ran.
Alone and soaked by the rain, Eleanor stumbled into the arms of a stranger. What he offered next was absurd and impossible to refuse.
A contract marriage.
Harrison Tolstoy, London's youngest billionaire, needed a compliant fake wife to silence his overbearing mother.
Eleanor needed a way out.
So she signed her name.
She thought she had finally escaped the darkness. She was wrong.
Because the nightmares she left behind were already coming for her.
"You'd better be dead before I find you."
Now Eleanor is trapped in a glamorous marriage built on lies, living beside a ruthless billionaire CEO whose rare moments of tenderness threaten to break down every wall she has built around her heart.
But the past is closing in, and the hatred that drove her from home refuses to let her go.
Can Eleanor protect the fragile peace she has finally found?
Or will this contract marriage become the one thing she can no longer escape... her own heart?

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Rejection, Moon Goddess, Omega, Alpha King, Alpha Queen, Soulless, Runt.
When Amberle Crest's mate rejects her on her eighteenth birthday, She realizes that living in a pack where the majority would rather use her as a slave than treat her as an equal is not worth the pain. She becomes the notorious wolf, Fire Foot, vowing that everyone would regret how they treated her, as she leaves her pack in the past.

Now a ghost forgotten by those that tormented her, Amberle does whatever it takes to survive as a lone wolf. A fateful day changes her lonely life to one full of happiness and hope--until ghosts from her past call for aid in ridding their pack of the Soulless who threatens all wolf kind.
Faced with new friends, old foes, and the threat of a building army, will Amberle be able to fight the ghosts of her past to cherish the pack she has found or will an old mate claim her before a second chance mate can show her what being treasured by someone is all about?
Rejection Series includes three books, Rejection on the Full Moon (Book 1), Rejecting the Future Moon Goddess (Book 2), and Rejection to the Alpha King's Daughter (Book 3).

Virelle Solen has failed her Witch Certification three times. She’s broke, her magic fizzles more than it sparkles, and her landlord is threatening to evict her.

In a desperate attempt to look legit, she orders a discounted Familiar on WitchyWish — guaranteed companionship and a boost to her powers!

What arrives is not a cat.

It’s Rowan. Six-foot-two, silver-haired, scowling, and wearing what used to be her curtains because her spell shredded his clothes. He is a cat — just… conditionally. Turns out he’s a cursed shapeshifter from the prestigious Familiar Agency, and every time Virelle sneezes, hiccups, or gets flustered (which is often around him), he poofs back into a very large, very judgmental cat.

Now they’re magically bonded for 30 days. If they can’t prove their partnership works, Virelle loses her magic forever and Rowan stays trapped as a cat permanently.

The only problem? Virelle is starting to like both versions of him a little too much. Especially the one who sleeps on her pillow and brings her dead enchanted socks as gifts.

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No good girl should know what her stepbrother tastes like.

Isla has always followed the rules.
She wore her skirts long, she liked her men sweet and she lived her life, drama free.

But after her boyfriend finds his mate, someone prettier, skinny, more confident
Isla is done being the good girl.

If men wanted unforgettable, she’d become unforgettable too.

There’s just one problem.
Good girls don’t know how to be bad.

Hence why she was on her hands and knees learning how to please from her future step brother and Creek Harbour’s resident bad boy.


Ryder is cursed.
An Alpha born to another Alpha.
A wolf destined either to kill his father… or destroy himself trying not to.

So he survives the only way he knows how: suppressants, liquor, and women.
Anything to keep the monster under control.

Then Isla walks into his life.
Sweet. Innocent. Completely off limits.

And when she looks at him with trembling lips and asks him to teach her how to be bad…
Night after night
Lessons after lessons
Ryder realizes the real danger isn’t his wolf.

It is her.

"Be my girlfriend,"Ryder said, his voice low and lazy.
"Obviously it's fake. We pretend to be a couple... make sure Caleb goes completely crazy."
Lila Palmer never expected her senior year to start with heartbreak. She moved to Blackridge High for love—only to walk in on her boyfriend kissing another girl on her first day. His excuse? "It was just a dare."
Humiliated and done with trusting boys, Lila wants nothing more than to disappear. But then comes Ryder Black: captain of the hockey team, brooding Alpha-in-waiting, and the most untouchable guy in school. When he proposes a fake relationship to clean up his bad boy image—and give Lila sweet revenge—they both agree to keep it simple. No feelings. No drama. No real kissing unless someone's watching.
But pretending gets complicated when the lines begin to blur.
Because Ryder has secrets. Dangerous ones—ones that howl under the full moon.
And what started as a deal might just turn into something neither of them is ready for.
She wanted revenge.
He offered a game.
But falling for a hockey god? That was never part of the plan.

After Nora West discovers that her four-year relationship had been nothing more than a cruel joke, the last thing she expects is for her twin brother to collapse from exhaustion and land in the hospital. That incident brings her face to face with Alan Reed, Noah’s billionaire boss, a cold and emotionally distant man whose family has been pressuring him to move on from the woman he lost years ago.

When Alan asks Nora to marry him, Nora says yes knowing they both have something to gain from it.

Nora walks into the arrangement with a broken heart and no expectations. After everything she went through with her ex, she no longer believes love is worth the risk. Alan, on the other hand, is convinced all he needs is a contract wife to satisfy his family and maintain appearances.

But living together slowly changes everything. What starts as an arrangement turns into friendship, quiet comfort, late-night conversations, and stolen kisses neither of them planned for. The closer Alan gets to Nora, the more guilty he begins to feel, like caring about her somehow betrays the woman he once loved.

While Nora once believed nothing could hurt more than heartbreak, nothing prepares her for falling in love with a man who swore never to love again.

Elena stifled a smile, but he already saw her mouth start to curve upwards and he grinned at her. She ignored him. "I'm serious, Chandler."

His smile was instantaneous. "Noted."

She licked her lips. Her eyes were wide and nervous, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "And you can't kiss me."

Chandler tilted his head to the side and studied her. Pushing away from the car, he took a step closer to her. She held her ground, lifting her chin at his approach.

"What if you ask me to kiss you?" he said quietly. "Then can I?"

Elena exhaled shakily. "I won't do that."

"No?" Carefully, he touched his thumb to the curve of her chin. She shook her head, and his hand fell away. "Maybe you won't," he told her. "But hear me right now, love, I'd love it if you asked me for a kiss."
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When Elena Davis decided to move to Vacaville, she had just one thing in mind — to start her business over after she'd failed the first time she tried.

It'd be nice to live in the same city as her twin sister, and getting reunited with her university crush, Elijah Kendrick doesn't seem like a bad idea. But fate, however, has its own plans and she finds herself drawn to someone else—his brother, Chandler Kendrick.

My name is Isabella, and I’ve always lived in my sister Savannah’s shadow. They blamed me for our mother’s death, my father hates me, and my own pack doesn’t even know I exist. Then an accident put Savannah in a coma and, surprise, I got shoved into her life all over again.
Now I’m stuck at HighMoon Academy, where they train the elite, “serving” Lycan prince Aurelius, that arrogant, rude, feral wolf. Savannah’s dream has always been the throne. Mine’s a lot simpler: get out from under my father’s thumb and finally be free. So whenever there’s an order that has anything to do with the prince, my answer is always the same:
“Prince wants me for a private meeting? Hard pass.”
“He’s picking a date for the Christmas ball? I’m out.”
“He needs someone to warm his bed tonight? Yeah, that’s a hell no.”
I just didn’t count on ending up pinned to the academy’s cold wall, those wolf eyes scorching me, one of his hands on my chin and the other locked around my waist.
“You really think acting like you don’t care is going to save you?” he growls against my lips, making my whole body shake.
I’m not planning to bow to him. We both have dark secrets, and we’re stuck in a game that could ruin us... or bind us together for good.
“Because I’m not who you think I am, Lycan prince... and one day the real Savannah is coming back.”

I volunteer to save my little sister from the selection and end up trapped in Dragonhold, assigned to serve the notorious dragon king. By some miracle, I gain the ability to hear his thoughts. I plan to use it to stay alive, but I never expected to hear a second voice inside his head, hungry and possessive: the dragon that surfaces at night...

Seraphina is just a baker's daughter. Aldric is a king who kills without warning. She should keep her distance. But when his thoughts betray needs no one else can satisfy, she becomes the only one who can please him, and that pulls a maid and a dragon king, who were never meant to be connected, closer and closer together...
How will Seraphina use her ability to protect herself, earn his favor, and maybe even tame the dragon king? How many secrets are hidden inside Aldric's other self? And what will a king do to a maid he's been sharing his nightlife with but doesn't remember it when he finds out everything?

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

“You can’t marry him, Caitlyn. He’ll destroy you.”
“And what are you, Jaxon? My salvation? Or my biggest mistake?”

Caitlyn Vale, the priest's only daughter, is promised a perfect life—security, marriage, and a future without risk. It all very quickly spirals out of control, and behind the vows lies a world built on secrets, violence, and betrayal.

Drawn into a dangerous love she can’t resist, Caitlyn finds herself torn between the man who owns her and the outlaw who awakens her. With every choice, the walls close in, lies tighten, loyalties shatter, and desire burns hotter than fear.

When passion becomes rebellion and survival demands sacrifice, Caitlyn must decide: protect the life she was promised, or risk everything for the love that could save her.

Mara Bell writes cozy fantasy romances.

Unfortunately, she is very good at writing men no sensible woman should ever date.

Her most popular creation is Lord Soren Ravelle, the terrifying Duke of Duskryn. Obscenely wealthy, capable of shadow magic, feared by half the kingdom, and responsible for enough fictional murders that Mara stopped counting.

Readers adore him.

Then, while trying to finish the book at three in the morning;

Her laptop sparks.

The lights go out.

And Mara wakes up face-down in a flower bed.

In Duskryn.

Her own fictional kingdom.

At first, she is thrilled.

She knows which paths through the enchanted forest are safe. She knows where the castle's secret passages lead. She knows who the villain is, who gets the happy ending, and exactly which chapter everything goes horribly wrong.

There is only one problem.

Mara isn't supposed to be here.

She never wrote herself into the story.

And Duskryn seems to know it.

The plot begins changing around her. Characters make choices she never gave them. Events happen too early. And Soren, who is supposed to be falling in love with somebody else, becomes far more interested in the strange woman who knows things about him she couldn't possibly know.

Because Mara knows something Soren doesn't.

She didn't give him a happy ending.

She killed him.

Now the closer the story creeps toward the final chapter, the more desperately Mara tries to change the ending she wrote.

Which would be easier if Soren would stop looking at her like that.

Mara created Lord Soren Ravelle to be dangerous, impossible, and devastatingly romantic.

She just never expected him to become real.

She definitely never expected him to fall for his author.

And she really should have known better than to fall for the villain she created.

"I'll own you, Selena. I'll do whatever I want with you. Your body will be mine."

—————

Selena Duvain has spent her entire life surviving.

Abandoned by her parents, she sacrificed everything to raise her younger brother. For seven years, Noah was her happiness, her hope, and the man she believed she'd spend forever with.

Until she caught him cheating.

On the very day she was fired from her job. Again.

Heartbroken, Selena drowned her sorrows in alcohol, never expecting that one drunken night would lead her to be saved by the most dangerous man in the city.

Theodore Mateo.

A web of danger and insanity.

And he wanted her.

The next morning, a mysterious woman arrived with an offer that could change Selena's life forever.

Six months.

One mission.

Spy on Theodore Mateo.

It was a chance to escape merely surviving.

She could die.

But she could also live.

It was just for six months, anyway.

But Selena doesn't know that from the moment Theodore laid eyes on her, he knew she would be a danger to him.

Yet, he wanted her.

She’s a widow by day, a wild biker by night. Two ruthless men want her. Only one will own her in the end.

Carlotta Russo survived her marriage to the cruel Alpha Dante—now, at just eighteen, she’s a widow with scars and secrets. By daylight, she keeps her head down, playing the good girl everyone wants to break. But after dark, she becomes a legend on the city’s underground racetrack—leather-clad, fearless, riding her bike like she’s running from hell itself.

And hell is coming for her—twice.

Gabriel, the school’s dangerous king, wants her on her knees, desperate for his touch.
Paxton, the cocky, blue-eyed street racer, wants her screaming his name, begging for more.

They don’t just want her. They want to own her.

Tonight, the rules are simple—first to catch her, first to claim her. The loser walks away.
The winner gets Carlotta in his bed. All night. No limits.

“You want a taste, Gabriel?” Paxton smirks, eyes dark with hunger. “Beat me on the track. Winner takes her home.”
Gabriel’s grin is pure sin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you forget you ever belonged to another man.”

Carlotta’s heart races almost as fast as her bike. She should run. She should fight. But every wicked promise, every hungry glance, makes her body ache for more.

In the dark, between burning engines and hotter hands, she’s the prize in a game that will break every rule—and maybe her.

Widow. Biker. Bad girl in the making.
Tonight, Carlotta will be claimed.
But when the sun comes up, who will she be calling Daddy?
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"No. It's too stiff." Ronan Black, my boyfriend of three years, frowned in frustration and tossed down his paintbrush. "There's not a single sketch with any soul in it."
A classmate beside him looked confused. "How is that possible? Your paintings with Isolde as the model always had such beautiful lighting."
The words stabbed straight through my heart, but I stood there frozen, saying nothing.
Ronan wiped his hands and looked at me with undisguised disgust.
"Forget it. I'm not painting anymore. You just don't have any artistic sense. No matter what you paint, it always looks cheap and mediocre."
With that, he turned toward the wealthy girl who had just walked into the studio.
Without the slightest hesitation, he took out the set of rare paints I'd spent three months waiting tables to buy.
He picked up his palette knife, and his eyes instantly became focused and almost feverish.
"Turn your face just a little. Yes, right there. Perfect…"
I stood quietly in the corner, watching the effortless chemistry between the two of them.
Suddenly, I remembered something from years ago.
I had once asked Ronan the same question.
"Why do certain parts of your paintings always seem to glow?"
Back then, he had smiled as he washed the paint residue from my fingertips.
"Because a painting comes from the heart. When you love someone, every stroke you make becomes beautiful."
Now, I finally understood. He didn't love me anymore.
We had once agreed that I would go with him to an ordinary state university in Boston.
But now, it was time to pick up my own brush and chase the future I wanted.

“Stay away from my husband, you bitch,” she said with jealousy written all over her.

“Your husband? Are you sure?” I said standing up. “You know, rumor has it that you snatched him from your step-sister after you killed her,” I said and she looked at me in shock.

“Surprised? Yes, you should be and one more thing, you better be careful or I will tell everyone how you slashed her face with a broken bottle” I whispered into her ears.

“How…how?” She asked in surprise and I smiled, if only she knew how much of her dirty secrets I know.


Bella Robben has it all, a handsome and rich CEO for a husband and a fairytale life of a princess. Hell let loose when her husband divorced her on their wedding anniversary and left her for her step-sister.
Betrayed by love and left all by herself, she jumped into the highway, ready to die.
She's rescued by her husband's arch enemy who gave her a second chance to avenge her marriage and dignity. Would Bella be able to reclaim her position and lost marriage or would she forgive her husband and move past his mistakes?

The most humiliating moment of my early life was when my father drove my mother and me out of our home. From a pampered heiress, I fell to the depths of a bar hostess. It was there that I encountered a man I would never forget for the rest of my life. After a one-night stand, I accepted his proposal—who could refuse someone they had admired for so long?

I thought I'd found redemption, but it turned out the pregnancy was a misdiagnosis! From then on, Raymond offered me nothing but money and sex. In this loveless marriage, I endured five years. Just when I thought my life would remain this way forever, he brought a little boy home.

Watching my stepsister's smug smile, my world crumbled. "Raymond, let's get a divorce!"

Road to Joy
Join the members of the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club as they prepare for their Christmas Celebration. Revisit your favorite characters during the most festive holiday of the year.
Unwrapped
Christmas is approaching for the Dogs of Fire and Burning Saints Motorcycle Clubs, but rather than the usual holiday cheer, the air is filled with the tension of a brewing civil war.
The Gresham Spiders, a local 1% MC, is hellbent on expansion and both clubs lie directly in their path. Will assistance from an outside ally help diffuse the situation long enough to keep the peace during the holiday season?
Join Hatch and Minus, along with these two beloved MCs, as they celebrate the holidays and try to keep their clubs from splintering under the pressure.
Rocky Mountain Christmas
Mouse
There's only one gift I want this Christmas, but the closer I get to Kennedy, the more she pushes me away. I'll do whatever it takes to get onto her nice list, even if it means riding my bike all the way to the North Pole and strong-arming Santa myself.
Kennedy
I have two choices. Open myself up to a man who has the power to shatter me. Or run and protect my heart once and for all. The problem is, a murderous Douglas Fir gets in the way of my perfectly planned escape.
Is it a sign, or merely a roadblock on the path to finding true love?
And does a scrooge like me, even deserve to find herself under the mistletoe this Christmas?

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

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

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

Everyone except me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, he arrives.

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

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

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

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

Heartbroken, I swore I'd move on.

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

I'll tutor him to save his hockey career.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the end, only one will walk away.

And survival may be the worst fate of all

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Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention?

I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything.

His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?"
I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing."

I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed.

Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care.
I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

Dalia Bloodoath has known nothing but rejection. Branded a bad omen as the black wolf of Bloodmoon Pack, she was betrayed by her father, despised by her sister, and left motherless before she could even remember her face.
When her father trades her to the Lycan Kingdom, Dalia expects another prison—until she discovers the truth. The Lycan King himself is her fated mate.
Alaric Muskbane has ruled with steel and silence since the murder of his mother and the loss of the mate he believed he could never replace.
Hardened by grief, he refuses to accept another bond—especially with the daughter of a pack steeped in betrayal. Yet the mark on Dalia’s skin, the fire in her blood, and the prophecy she carries make her impossible to ignore.
But fate is never simple.
Shadows stir in the cursed woods. Rogues gather under a rogue king who seems to be determined to end the werewolf race as we know it.
As past lives unravel through dreams and ancient ruins, Dalia and Alaric must face the truth: they have loved and lost each other before. And if history repeats itself, she may die again–this time with more lives at stake.
Caught between deception and destiny, betrayal and forgiveness, Dalia must choose: surrender to fear, or embrace the power of the black wolf and fight for a love that defies death itself.

A collection of passionate and provocative short stories where desire, temptation, and attraction collide.
Wet Hot Desire brings together intense encounters filled with chemistry, emotional tension, and unforgettable moments. From unexpected connections between strangers to rekindled sparks between former lovers, each story explores the powerful pull between people who struggle to resist what they truly want.
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Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary.
When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan.
Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city.
She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club.
Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them?

Some things can't be mended. Born into the shifter world he hates, Alpha Hades finds his destiny on the same road used to avoid it. The air of danger that surrounds him is felt by humans and werewolves alike. He's both a beast and a genius.

With a Bratva Prince at his side, Hades and Kazimir find themselves thriving in the shadows of the underworld, but the Moon Goddess seems to have other plans for them. This bad boy never wanted a mate but now that he's found her, he wants to possess her. Odessa Theodorus may just be his redemption, though it's not redemption he seeks but retribution. From cage fights in Moscow to the shores of Cyprus, all roads lead back home to Greece.

She was her own person and knew exactly what she wanted.
He owned the shit and thought he could do anything.
She had something he wanted, but she didn't know it.
He had what she'd always dreamed of, but she had no idea how to get it.
She lied for love.
He didn't forgive anyone.
She hated him from the first time she saw him.
He tried to destroy her in every possible way.
Bárbara Novaes never imagined that her peaceful life would suddenly turn upside down, when a deathbed request would make her main objective be to enter the life of the best known CEO in the country.
Heitor Casanova has never seen a woman as persecuting and insistent as Bárbara. But it didn't cross her mind that she didn't want the same as everyone else: "him".
The bond that united them would force them both to live under the same roof, with a single common goal: to protect what they loved most.
Was it possible for mutual anger to turn into love?
Would they admit the new feelings that arose, which they were not able to accept?
And they would overcome together all the obstacles that would be created to prevent this relationship from happening???

Destiny comes to us all, but what if that destiny brings you into a world of monsters?

Sometimes, destiny is a bitch, and you have no choice but to ride it out. Majesta has a old soul, that brings her into the world of fantasy. It also brings the love of her life.

Dimitri thought he would never love again, but when his wife died. He happened to meet someone that wasn't what she seemed.

Nix ran from her family, not knowing that she would run right into destiny and the man that was chosen for her.

Willow had loved, been through so many wars, death and yet she still stood. Her love had been killed so long ago that she forgot that Destiny can grab you by the hair and slam you into something you didn't know you wanted.

Destiny is kicking Connell and others in the ass as they find an old Indian body. Little do they know that destiny is about to come and draw blood.

Twin fae children are taken to the fae to live. They know nothing about the world or the destiny that will hunt them down. Almost shattering there bond to one another.

I killed my fated mate to survive.

Beta Shax Wulfric was the pack’s most ruthless hunter, sent to drag me back in chains. So I ended him. Or I thought I did.

Months later, he finds me again. Alive. Amnesiac. And utterly convinced I’m his wife… and the child in my arms is ours.

Now the monster who once rejected and humiliated me looks at me like I’m his entire world. He touches me like I’m something precious.

If he remembers, he’ll kill me.
If he doesn’t, I might fall for him all over again.

“Violet, the cursed child,” as Alpha Stephen would often call his only daughter. His beloved wife died while giving birth to her, making him hate the very sight of Violet. To get her out of his life, he sells her to Alpha Ethan, the cruel Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack.

When Violet arrives at the Bloodmoon Pack, she realizes that the suffering she endured in her former pack, the Redmoon Pack, was nothing compared to what awaits her in Alpha Ethan’s pack. When she discovers that the cruel Alpha is her mate, he rejects her and enslaves her.

Violet endures abuse from Alpha Ethan and the maids in the palace—until the Alpha’s son returns from a trip, sparking a perilous love triangle.

Dive into this hot, spicy story filled with twists, passion, and plenty of ups and downs!

I opened my drawer and I saw different caricatures of me
"Teacher's Pet!"
"Slut"
"Fat ugly nerd"
It was my nightmare, Wade and his Cheerleader Ex on my neck again accusing me of sleeping with the Teacher to get into the school's Golden list.
Now, I'm right here at my new job and I realize that I am his nanny.
He may bully me at School but I have the home.

I gave thirty years to the son I raised.
He pulled out my oxygen tube and called me an old hag.
As I lay dying, my mate’s mistress leaned over my bed and told me the truth. The boy I raised was hers. My real son—my Alpha heir—was buried before his wolf ever woke.
Then the Moon Goddess sent me back to the day he was born.
That night, I switched the babies back.
Now she’s raising her own pup, convinced she’s raising my weak, worthless heir. And I’m going to watch her find out whose child she’s been hurting.

The stranger kissed her so fiercely she almost couldn't breathe, and he caressed her back, causing her to tilt her head back in unexpected bliss.
"Who are you?" Rakiza moaned between his kisses. Everyone had their first experience, but this man gave her the best.
"I am your guardian," he groaned as he stroked his lips on her neck. And his kisses had the ability to draw out all the demons within her.
Rakiza had never been touched by the opposite sex before, but this man was so swift to entice her that she moaned to seek more from him. His other hand was playing with her hair, and the other was masterfully fondling her bosom, as if capturing all of her attention and feeding her sexual need. 
It was an odd kiss, but it was pleasurable, and it was her first euphoria with a man, Theodulf, a werewolf.

They thought they were alone, but Nikolas the vampire was watching them in agony, waiting for the sun to sink behind the earth, allowing him to use all his strength to steal the girl he had marked as his own.