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For five years, Alpha Ethan hid Maya—the mate he had marked and the Luna his pack never knew existed.
Whenever he abandoned her for another woman, he gave Maya a blood-signed token promising her anything she desired.
After his hundredth broken promise, Maya finally used them.
Not for wealth. Not for revenge.
She asked to dissolve their mate bond and leave his pack forever.
Only when the bond shattered did Ethan realize what he had lost. But beyond his borders, the feared Rogue Alpha was already waiting to offer Maya everything Ethan never did:
A home. A family. And the chance to become someone’s first choice.

In that luxury cruise ship fire that shocked the world, my husband Gordon Mercer—the ship's captain—pried open my bloodied fingers and fastened the last intact life vest onto his first love.
In my past life, he locked me inside the blazing cabin. First, the flames devoured me. Then, as the ship broke apart, the icy ocean swallowed me whole. I drowned in the depths.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to that life-or-death moment—the ship about to sink, alarms tearing through the night.
Watching Gordon clutch that trembling woman in his arms, I didn't break down sobbing like before. I didn't beg.
Instead, I laughed coldly and threw the life vest at their feet.
"Since you two are so desperate to die together, go right ahead."

Five years ago, on my wedding day, my fiancé Vincent fucked my best friend in the bridal suite.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my husband—the most powerful Mafia boss in Naples. At Atelier Milano, my former best friend Bianca circled my custom gown like a vulture, pestering the staff about meeting the legendary Mrs. Salvatore.

She had no idea the woman she pitied as a pathetic nobody was the very person she was dying to impress.

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

Because of his grandfather's dying wish, Supreme Court Chief Justice Garrick Vance—the most powerful beast-shifter in the city—was forced to marry me, a human court clerk who had secretly loved him for years.

For six years we pretended to be strangers at work while he remained ice-cold toward me and our daughter Wren at home. When his celebrity ex-girlfriend Seraphina returned from overseas, I watched him come alive for another woman—attending her parties, rushing to her side at midnight.

Meanwhile, our five-year-old daughter waited every night for a father who never came home.

The day Wren nearly died from his careless gift, I finally signed the mate bond dissolution papers.

This time, he's lost us forever.

The loan sharks who kidnapped us wanted payment for my twin sister's gambling debts—in blood.

When my FBI negotiator father showed up with his tactical team, he found Lily with a paper cut, crying her heart out. I was dying from a gunshot wound in a basement below.

I called him with my dying breath: "Dad, please send help. I'm bleeding out."

"Are you kidding me right now, Emily? Your sister just went through hell, and you're pulling this pathetic stunt for attention? How sick are you?"

He hung up. I died alone, dismissed as a liar.

Three days later, they found my body. And the truth that came with it burned their perfect world to ash.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

"Stop—Daniel, the fk are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get fked!"
In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm."
Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's rk-hard ck in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my py.
Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my ct, like it was about to shove straight inside.

The morning of our wedding, Dante Russo led the hit that wiped out my family.
Branded a traitor, stripped of my name, I spent three years scrubbing blood from dog kennels at the docks. I lost my hands, my music, and three babies I never got to hold.
Then I learned the truth: there was no hit. My parents and the man I loved staged it all—to teach me a lesson, because my adopted sister Isabella cried that I’d hurt her.
Now Dante is marrying Isabella. And he wants me there on my knees, pouring her champagne.
I said yes.
But I bled out on the concrete the night before.
They think I’m sulking. They smash everything I ever gave them to punish me for not showing up.
And when my body is finally wheeled into their wedding in a black bag, the most dangerous men in Gotham City will learn what they’ve done.
Too late.

"You sure dispatch called this... natural causes?" I gripped the steering wheel, staring at the perfect suburban house.
"That's what they said," Gates muttered. The victim's father, Arthur, stood at the door in pressed khakis, weeping.
He swore his daughter, Grace, died in her sleep last night after eating vanilla pudding.
But the moment we stepped inside, a suffocating cocktail of cheap lavender spray and rotting meat punched me in the sinuses.
In the living room, SpongeBob SquarePants was blasting at maximum volume. Grace was slumped in a recliner. When Gates gently pinched her wrist to lift her arm, a sickeningly soft, tearing rip echoed in the room.
Her grayish skin completely degloved, fused to the leather armrest. Beneath the liquefied muscle tissue, frantic rows of tiny white maggots wriggled into the exposed bone.
A body that died "last night" doesn't breed maggots.

"Whoever left that wild strawberry scent on my bed is dead," the severely germaphobic captain posted.
I froze. It was me.
Now, my idiot brother just locked me in Ronan's room to pay off a debt. Ronan ignored my boyish disguise. Leaning in, his nose brushed my hood.
"Wild strawberry," he whispered, a dangerous smirk forming. "It WAS you."

My mother-in-law, Dorothy, sneered that I dressed like a janitor. My husband, Adrian, called my design sketches "a waste of fabric." Even the son I carried for nine months called me an embarrassment, saying he wished his dad’s secretary, Madison, was his mother.
For eight long years, I was nothing but an unpaid maid in this house.
Until today, when the doctor told me severe exhaustion was causing my heart to fail. And my eight-year-old son just pointed at the bag of medicine in my hand, shrieking, "You just have a headache! Why are you wasting money on medicine?"
I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I went home, opened the bottom drawer of Adrian’s desk, and signed the divorce papers he had been secretly preparing.
In their wildest dreams, they could never imagine that the sole trigger condition for my late mother's $50 million trust fund was for me to leave this man.

Chase Harrington hadn't willingly spoken to me since I hit puberty and got fat.

So, when my childhood best friend actually handed me a Diet Coke on the morning of our Yale alumni interviews, I should've known it was a trap. Instead, my stupid heart fluttered. I thought he still cared.

I drank it.

When I woke up, my hair covered the hardwood floor.

Sloane Kensington, the undisputed queen bee of our school, stood over me holding scissors. "Damn, Chase. Those sleeping pills worked like a charm. Homegirl is practically bald."

I looked at Chase in disbelief.

The boy who used to promise we'd get married just checked his phone.

"Sloane lost a game of Truth or Dare," he said, sounding completely bored. "If she didn't cut your hair, she'd have to go hit on some freak on the street. Besides, it's not like you've got an image to maintain, Gwen. You're fat. It's just hair. Deal with it."

That was the exact moment the boy I loved died to me.

I didn't yell or cry. I just opened my laptop and changed my college application from Yale to Stanford—three thousand miles away on the West Coast.

My husband suffered a massive heart attack mid-thrust inside my best friend.

Now, the ER doctors are clutching his surgical consent forms, waiting for me—the legal wife—to sign.

Over the phone, my mother-in-law shrieked in absolute despair while my best friend sobbed in terror.

I turned a deaf ear to them, taking my time to admire my makeup in the mirror.

There was absolutely no rush. Waiting until I changed into this pitch-black mourning dress to slowly watch his countdown to death wouldn't be too late.

After all, when my parents and my son, Noah, were lying in the morgue, I survived a dead-silent night exactly like this one, shedding tears until my eyes literally bled dry.

Now, it is finally my husband's turn to go to hell and atone for my family.

I was the long-lost Whitmore heiress, finally brought home after eighteen years in the system.

I'd been home for exactly two days when my adopted sister brought me a cake, and my mother urged me to eat it, her smile dripping with fake warmth.

[Don't eat it.]

The words flashed in red across my vision.

[It's a soul-swap curse. Your mother knows. She wants you to trade bodies with the fake heiress so you'll take the fall for Camille's enemies and die, while Camille keeps your healthy body to live in luxury.]

My hands trembled, but not from fear. I burst into tears, sobbing that I wanted to save it for my birthday tomorrow.

Later that night, I snuck back to the group home. I fed the cake to my best friend in the wheelchair—the only person in this world who actually deserved a miracle.

Now? Camille is screaming, trapped in my friend's broken, disabled body. And my mother is scrambling to undo a spell that's permanent.

They thought I was easy prey. But they forgot—I grew up in a place where you fight to survive.

My ex-boyfriend told me to divorce my "nobody" husband to become his secret mistress, completely unaware that my husband is the Supreme Mafia Godfather.
"Divorce that loser, Valeria. I'm a Capo now. I can give you the world," Gideon smirked, tossing a cheap gala pass at my feet.
I looked at the coward who abandoned me in a shootout three years ago and actually laughed. Give up my throne as the Donna of North America’s most powerful syndicate to be a street thug's dirty secret?
At the Blood Oath Gala, I'll show him that I am no longer the woman I was three years ago.

When my best friend’s biological father found her, she became the heiress to a crime family.

I was the extra baggage she insisted on bringing home. My greatest talent? Making one penny do the work of eight.

She handed me $450 million and put me in charge of the family’s new project.

I couldn’t bear to spend it. I paid out just $7,500.

Then the project collapsed. The family’s captains turned against her, and a rival boss showed up with his men waiting downstairs.

The girl who’d been raised in her place slid a transfer agreement across the table.

“Give me your shares. Walk away from the family. And I’ll make sure your gold-digging little friend gets out alive.”

With tears in her eyes, my best friend pressed her last bank card into my hand.

But I couldn’t stop staring at two words in the agreement:

Without compensation.

Before she could sign, I lunged forward and tore it to pieces.

“Hold on.”

“For seventy-five hundred dollars, you get the docks, the house—and her?”

When my parents forced me to donate my organs to my sister, I didn't refuse or run away. I just quietly signed the surgical consent forms, willingly giving my kidney to Vivienne, their beloved daughter.

A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.

When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.

When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.

My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.

Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."

But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.

Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.

To marry Vincent Romano, I survived twenty-eight near-death experiences over five years.
The first: city hall's foundation collapsed — three broken ribs. The second: a truck rollover — my right leg nearly amputated. The twenty-seventh: a chandelier in the bridal shop, three days unconscious.
All of Seren City laughed at me. Romano's most cursed bride-to-be. Yet I loved him still.
Until the twenty-eighth time.
When the bomb detonated outside city hall, I threw myself over Vincent on instinct. The blast shifted my organs and shredded my back. The day my stitches came out, I felt no relief at having survived.
Because I stood outside the study and heard his voice.
"Her organs were badly damaged. She almost actually died." Antonio's horror was audible. "Vincent, you used to treat her so well—"
"People change." A pause, then quieter: "I did want to marry her once. But before Amelia, I had no idea what it meant to truly want someone. I acknowledge the debt — I just can't spend my life repaying it." Another pause. "Father won't agree, and she won't let go easily."
"So." His voice turned to ice. "The only clean way out is to make her give up on her own. As long as Cassandra refuses to break the engagement, the accidents must continue. Until she walks away."

I bought my five-year-old son a Captain America shield for his birthday.

But when I landed in New York, the hospital called.

"Your son died during the medical procedure your husband authorized."

Marcus had signed Axel up as a living donor. For his mistress's kid.

While our baby bled out on the operating table, Marcus was cutting birthday cake with his new family.

Even used Axel's favorite Superman pillow as decoration.

I stared at my child's mutilated corpse and made a promise.

You fed my baby to wolves for a whore's smile. Time to return the favor, Marcus.

After Ava lost her voice in a car crash, my brother fled the country overnight.
My parents begged me to take his place and honor the engagement.
For three years, I stayed by her side. I took care of her, helped her through rehab, and waited for the day she could finally speak again.
But at our wedding, my brother came back to stop it.
In front of everyone, my parents pressured me to step aside. "You were only filling in for Ethan in the first place. Now that he's back, it's time to give his fiancée back."
Ava stopped walking toward me and, without a second thought, ran straight into my brother's arms.
Later, she tried to smooth things over in private. She said it was only to test my brother's intentions, and promised that in the end, she would still marry me.
She thought I'd stay right where I was, like I had for the past three years, waiting for scraps.
What she didn't know was that I had already accepted the Godfather's secret appointment. That very night, I boarded a helicopter bound for the North District.
Now that the man she never got over was back, it was time for me to claim the underground empire that belonged to me.

I am just a simple florist making an honest living. Yet, somehow, the city's untouchable elites keep suffering horrific, freak accidents right after someone buys my flowers. The police know I'm involved, but they can't prove a thing. After all, how much damage can a few blooming petals really do?

Grant postponed our engagement three times. First, because Vivian was in the hospital. Second, because she was feeling low. Third, because her concert mattered more than our future.

So I asked the man who’d always been there—Adrian Kessler.

“Are you interested in marrying me?” He said yes without hesitation.

We set the date for the same night as Vivian’s concert.

While Grant was clapping for her, I was walking down the aisle toward the only man who never made me wait.

He didn’t find out until he showed up to his own celebration dinner and found the restaurant empty. “Where is everyone?” he demanded. Someone laughed.

“Adrian and Nadia are getting engaged tonight. It’s streaming live.”

Grant stormed into my ceremony, screaming that I belonged to him.

Adrian knocked him down with one punch.

“You had three chances,” I told him. “You blew every one.”

Now Grant keeps sending me flowers, begging for another chance. But I’m wearing a pink diamond tiara designed just for me, standing beside a man who chose me first.

He postponed our engagement three times. I only needed one chance to marry the right man.

I was Elara, a wingless half-sprite. The lowest of the low in the Obsidian Court. My job was to clean up the mess left by the dragons.
But right now, the biggest mess was inside my own stomach.
I was pregnant. With the Dragon King's child.
He didn't remember that night. He only remembered waking alone — and swearing to crush whoever had touched him into dust.
So I said nothing. I served him. I hid. And the three little voices only I could hear kept whispering the one thing I couldn't believe: that scary dragon is soft on you, girl.
Then my belly began to leak his golden aura, and his jealous betrothed smelled it first.
When the King learned the truth, he didn't rage. He looked at my stomach and said the child could not stay.
He never told me why.
So while he was away at war, I climbed onto the Sky Bridge over the endless Void — and I jumped. Better to fall than to let them take my baby.
I never expected something down there to catch me.

During a luxury cruise, Lydia is drugged, blacks out, and wakes in the hands of Ethan, a notorious arms dealer, the most feared name in the UK, and a whispered warning across Europe.

He catches her by the ribbon in her hair and turns her escape into a dead end, yet he never takes her life.

While everyone waits for the moment she breaks, Ethan clasps a bracelet around her wrist, a mark she never manages to remove.

"They say you'll redeem me," he murmurs, voice dangerously low as he tilts her chin up. "But I only want to lock you away forever."

He thinks he's playing a game of conquest. Instead, he's the one who surrenders. Until the day he kneels, blood on his hands, a ring held out like a confession.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Call me 'honey.' Stay with me, forever."

I'd sacrificed everything—my savings, my future—to rescue a memoryless man from the twisted wreckage of his car. Day by day, we developed feelings for each other. He slipped a simple silver ring onto my finger, calling me his sole comfort, the only light in his life.
However, the light was violently extinguished the day his true wife burst into the hospital. Her bodyguards slamming me against the wall was just the beginning. As the blows rained down, I learned his real identity: Ethan Vance, the heir of the richest family in the L City.
The most damning evidence was their marriage certificate, issued two years before we had met. The ultimate betrayal came as his wife deliberately snapped my fingers and stripped me of my last shred of dignity. He saw it all with icy detachment, then turned and pulled her close. "Lana doesn’t need to be reasonable. I’m the one backing her ".

"I want a divorce. "
The day before her third wedding anniversary, Fiona sees her husband walking to the obstetrics wing with his arm around his ex-girlfriend, Rowena. Rowena is pregnant.
Heartbroken, Fiona rejects Micah, her husband, her mate, the Lycan Prince of the Alastair Kingdom, and leaves the pack.

However, to Fiona’s surprise, after being rejected, Micah goes crazy looking for her all over the world.
Until one day, when he sees her walking down the street holding a little girl, he pins her against the wall.
“Is she my daughter?” Micah hisses.

Aurora is an omega in Brown Wood Pack, who faced heartbreak when the Alpha's son rejected her for another girl. After leaving to find solace, Aurora returns to her pack, only to discover the tragic death of the Luna, the beloved woman who raised her. Amidst the chaos, Aurora learns she is the Alpha's second chance mate! Alpha Caden never expected the Moon Goddess to bless him with a second chance mate, let alone someone decades younger than he is. Especially his son's rejected mate. He didn't know what to do with that knowledge of unfamiliar emotions. But what happens when Alpha Caden wants nothing to do with Aurora and decided to punish her for making him mark her while he was drunk?

The night Adien Reanon rejected Rose in front of the entire pack was supposed to break her.
But It didn't.
Instead It woke her wolf which was sealed by her mother due to the slaughtering of rare wolves.
Rose goes to sleep as the overlooked omega nobody wanted, and wakes up unrecognizable, silver eyes, sharper edges, and a quiet, unbothered authority that makes every room stop breathing. She doesn't know what she's become. She only knows one thing: she refuses to shrink ever again.
So when her dream job offer lands the very next morning, she takes it. No hesitation. New face, new life, clean slate. Or so she thought.
Until she walks into E&R Bio-Tech on Monday and finds herself staring directly at Adien Reanon — her new boss. The man who didn't even remember her name when he rejected her.
He doesn't recognize her. Not even slightly.
And Rose decides to keep it that way.
What follows is a dangerous game of boardrooms and buried feelings, where Rose is disturbingly good at being everything he never thought she could be, composed, razor-sharp, and completely in control. She runs his meetings. She saves his company. She has his entire senior team hanging on her every word.
And Adien? The most powerful Alpha in the room can't explain why he feels like an intern every time she looks at him.
He rejected her believing she was weak.
She's about to make him beg for the woman he threw away.
My New Boss Is My Ex-Mate is a paranormal workplace romance with sharp wit, slow-burn tension, and a power dynamic that flips everything you expect, because in this story, the omega doesn't just survive the rejection.
She owns it and made the alpha submit instead.

One sweep of his tongue. That’s all it took. From my asshole to my clit. I came with a scream that burned my throat. I trembled, locking his head between my thighs. 
“I need more,” I grunted like a deranged woman. 
He found my lips with his, and he pressed the weight of his body over mine. His hand trailed down my ribs, down my stomach, and he buried it between my legs. The rough pads of his fingers slowly circled my clit.


She read about him in a book. She never expected him to step out of the page and into her bed.
Mara Cavendell lives a quiet life running her late parents’ bookshop, until the night a man from her book appears in her dreams.
When she wakes to find him, Kaelith, the brooding vampire warlord, sitting in her room, reality cracks open.
Kaelith is one of The Vowed, a secret order of four ancient vampires blessed with power and bound by blood to protect the Oracle, the woman foretold to hold the fate of their realm in her hands.
He tells Mara she is the Oracle.
She was never meant to be raised in the human realm. Torn from her true life as a child and hidden through time, Mara’s absence has begun to unravel the world she was destined to anchor.
Now, reality is fracturing, magic is twisting, the sky is literally falling. To repair the fabric of Kaelith’s realm, Mara must return, and choose her fated mate from among The Vowed.
Kaelith. Rhydan. Nerion. Thane.
Each dangerous. Each powerful. Each bound to her by ancient prophecy.
With war brewing, a realm crumbling, and passion building into something she’s never known, Mara must decide: Will she embrace the mate fate chose for her…or fight to rewrite the threads of destiny herself?

They were my ruin. He was my destruction. They were fire. He was poison, one that spread through every inch of my insides unleashing its venom. Larissa, after losing her parents to an attack and being subjected to vicious treatment from the pack due to her father’s sins has learned to keep her head down decidedly remaining as unseen as possible. Logan is the Alpha in line and the only one Larissa allows into her life to slowly unravel her as they form a relationship that transcends from simple friendship into a sizzling passionate romance. But in one night friendship is broken, trust is shattered, and intense loathe tangled in bitter repugnance is awoken, and now Larissa’s heart is darkened with a thirst for vengeance for a man who once upon a time was the only love she knew.

Ebony Winters is out of place and time when she ends up finding herself naked in the arms of her mysterious and powerful rescuer, the ruthless Lycan King.
She feels as if she goes from one hell to another when a woman, who considers herself to be the chosen mate of the Lycan King, tries to have her killed after she takes her place by his side. She has been considered nothing other than a weak human by all who meet her.
That is, until she finally discovers that she possesses a unique set of special powers that have remained hidden until the awakening of her rare red wolf. She will utilize them, embarking on a trip of self-discovery and discovering that she is the only one who can bring balance to her new life.
With the Lycan King at her side, she will stop at nothing to prevent those who wish to do her harm, as she falls for her rescuer, the Lycan King.

Leilani is an eighteen-year-old werewolf. She has always had a crush on her father's best friend and beta Malakai. On her eighteenth birthday she finds out that Malakai is her mate, but she shouldn't be able to find her mate until she turns twenty-one. Her eighteenth birthday should have been the first time she shifted but it wasn't. She shifted for the first time when she was sixteen which has never happened. Nobody knows why things are happening so fast for her, not even the pack doctor. Once her father gets sick with cancer, Leilani is forced to take over as the Crimson Lilly's Pack alpha years before she is supposed to. Leilani is the first ever female alpha. Malakai helps train her for the alpha position. During training Leilani finds out she is more special than she thought. She has powers that no one has seen in years, making her extra special.

In the delivery room, several nurses pinned me down on the operating table.

They were going to forcibly take my eight-month-old baby out of me.

The pain was tearing me apart. I locked my eyes on my husband Xavier Davis, who was standing to the side, and screamed at him in a hoarse voice.

"You animal! That's your child too. How can you do this to him..."

Xavier stared at me, his face completely blank. He didn't say a single word.

"Hurry up! Mia needs the cord blood!"

Julia, standing next to Xavier, snapped impatiently at the doctor.

She was Xavier's stepmother, only two years older than him. Her husband had died not long after she got pregnant, and Xavier had been taking care of her ever since.

Recently, Julia's one-year-old daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. She needed a newborn's cord blood for a transplant, so she set her sights on my baby.

And Xavier agreed to it. That was when I found out the two of them had been sleeping together for a long time.

Julia had nearly bled to death giving birth to their daughter, and lost any chance of having another child.

"What's going on? Her water already broke. Why isn't the baby coming?" The doctor was sweating with anxiety.

Julia picked up a pair of scissors and handed them to the doctor, her voice completely casual.

"Just cut open her uterus. Then the baby comes out."

My eyes went wide with shock. I shook my head desperately. "No. Please, no..."

I was born the true heiress of the powerful Voss family, but after being swapped at birth and failing to awaken my wolf, I was branded as worthless trash.
For six years, I worked as a "Scavenger" in the underground slums. I hauled mutant corpses, endured silver poisoning, and swallowed cheap suppressants—all to pay off my husband’s massive debts and buy the cure for my brother’s fatal blood disease.
Today, I finally handed my brother the life-saving medicine. 
He casually tossed it into the trash. "I'm not sick, Isolde. Oh, and Mom and Dad aren't dead either. I orchestrated that highway explosion six years ago. You were the only one meant to be crippled."
My blood ran cold. 
Jaxson, my supposedly bankrupt Alpha husband, adjusted his Rolex. "I never lost my company, either. Whenever I said I was working late at the docks, I was actually sleeping in my Manhattan penthouse. Honestly, the corpse stench on you was making me gag. We just wanted to end this little game."
I stared at the men I had sacrificed my soul for. Why?
My parents stepped out from the shadows, holding Violet—the fake daughter who stole my life—protectively in their arms. "Because you were too arrogant! We had to break your spirit so you'd stop bullying Violet. This 'trial' was for your own good!"
They thought this ultimate betrayal would finally force me to submit and beg for their forgiveness. 
But as my heart shattered into dust, the legendary Silver Wolf bloodline—dormant for 24 years—finally tasted the extreme despair it needed to awaken.
My eyes bled from amber to piercing silver. 
Fine, my inner wolf whispered. Let's show them what a true monster looks like.

Iris, still a college student, became a stripper to help her boyfriend, only to find out he had sold her to the mob.
Worse yet, Iris was kidnapped by the most ruthless mafia king, for reasons unknown.
She pleads for her life, only to be shocked when she discovers that her captor is her brother's best friend, and also her childhood crush...
He: My little one, I will never take my eyes off you.

The door creaks open, revealing a chilling sight: a narrow, blood-streaked corridor stretching into the abyss. The passage is so tight that only one person can walk through at a time, single file. Blood drips in a straight line down the blackened walls, creating a macabre trail.

Two detectives, newly paired in the city's police force, step into this haunting scene. Their job is to solve the city's most bizarre and disturbing cases, but nothing could prepare them for the horrors that lie ahead. Each case they encounter is a new piece of a dark puzzle, revealing the depths of human depravity and the unexpected glimpses of beauty within.

Roxanne Grant has always been one to live her life according to her rules. Blessed with a handsome and capable fiancé and a dream job, she couldn’t have imagined a life better, until she discovers that her fiancé had been cheating with his secretary for a long time.
Enraged and heartbroken, Roxanne decides to take revenge but accidentally bumped into Lance Laurent, Los Angeles’s hottest bachelor and heir to Laurent cop and the stepbrother of his fiancé.
After that one steamy night, things began to get more complicated, spiraling out of Roxanne’s control and down a lane of lust.
And much to her surprise, the L.A’s hottest bachelor doesn't plan on letting go of her anytime soon.


"Thinking of another man while having me? Tell me, is my time a joke to you, woman?” Lance had grabbed her chin to meet his gaze harshly.
With his words, Roxanne grinned as she placed the last of her concerns behind. Wrapping her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, she answered him in a slurry voice.
“You have my full attention now, so you better make it worth the while.”

Molly May was disowned by her wealthy adoptive family at seventeen when she mysteriously became pregnant with triplets she couldn't explain. She spent five years raising Alex, Ben, and Claudia alone in a foreign country, working herself to exhaustion to keep them safe. When a job opportunity brings her back to Northfolk, her brilliant eldest son discovers that their father is Sean Anderson, a ruthless billionaire who has spent six years pretending that one night never happened. As Sean is forced to confront the woman and children he left behind, he must decide whether he has the capacity to change. But dark secrets from his past and Molly's present threaten to destroy them all. In a world where power and money can hide the truth, can love survive when it's built on a foundation of lies, forgotten memories, and hidden pain?

Samantha has spent her entire life sacrificing everything for her family. Blamed by her parents for their son's death, abandoned to shoulder the bills, and working herself to exhaustion to give her sisters a better future, she never expected the people she loved most to become her greatest betrayal.

When her younger sister steals from Nicolas Lewis—the ruthless mafia king no one dares cross. Samantha confesses to the crime to save Olivia's life.

But mercy doesn't exist in Nicolas's world.

Just as he's about to end Samantha's life, his mentally unstable younger brother, Sam, steps in with an unexpected demand: Samantha must become his wife.

Now trapped between a forced marriage and certain death, Samantha is thrusted into the heart of the city's most dangerous mafia family. As secrets unravel and loyalties crumble, she realizes surviving the Lewis brothers may be far more difficult than escaping them.

Will she sacrifice her freedom to stay alive, or will choosing the wrong brother cost her everything?

After five years of marriage, Dylan returned home drunk and shoved a divorce paper into Jessica's hands, ordering her to sign it.
Jessica Albert is a kind, compassionate woman from a well-respected home. She did all she could to support her husband to become a great man after his family's downfall. But what did he use to pay her back with?
Dylan Robinson, a billionaire CEO of DY Group, is a dark-skinned man, very attractive. Upon his first love's return to their city, he changed and filed for a divorce.
Will Jessica agree to divorce her husband, the man that she loves the most?
Will Jessica sit back or move away to her family house and watch Dylan bring his first lover into their marital home?
Read to find out how Jessica handled her husband and see who came back begging her to forgive him and return back home to him.

In the high-stakes world of corporate power plays, billionaire CEO Alexander Carrington has everything—except a wife. To secure a deal that could elevate his empire to untouchable heights, he needs to find a bride. Fast. Enter Victoria Sinclair, a fiercely independent young entrepreneur with a promising startup and a desperate need for funding. When she agrees to a contract marriage, it’s strictly business—until sparks fly, and their icy agreement begins to melt.
But Victoria has a secret that could shatter the deal—and their budding romance. Unbeknownst to Alexander, she’s the hidden heir to his fiercest competitor, and when the truth comes out, both their empires and their hearts are on the line.
Will love win out in a world where business is war, or will the secrets they keep destroy everything they’ve worked for?

Two years have passed since the epic battle of the Tower of Balance, and the defeat of the ravaging demon horde. Kenyatta and his best friend, Kita, return to his homeland of Jamaica for an extended rest. But when a monstrous sound emerges from the ocean, followed by an unnatural tidal wave that destroys half of the island, Kenyatta believes demons have broken into the world once again. Time is against them. The duo races halfway around the world in search of answers, battling an ever encroaching evil spreading across the land. Shadows come alive, elementals appear on land and sea, and more calamities threaten to rise from the ocean and wipe out life on every island around the world. With the gene of the gods burning inside them, Kenyatta and Kita blaze a trail through deadly swamps and merciless tundra blizzards, battling demon-inhabited monsters, and creatures born of the elements themselves. Millions of lives could end, should they fail. But when face to face with an ancient being, powerful beyond imagination, can even the mighty Children of the Gene defeat it?

"My fellow pack members, I have wonderful news. The Moon Goddess has blessed me with a mate." Zachary was smiling, I could not contain my joy. I was walking towards the stage to stand by his side as his Luna.
But then came the words that shattered my world.
"Now my beloved will come up to the platform, my beloved Seraphine."
I paused dead on my trail, my heart almost stopped beating as I watched Seraphine walk up to the platform.
"What is going on?!" I yelled. Everyone turned to me, Zachary and Seraphine looked at me with smiles on their faces.
"Oh dear Octavia, how do you like my surprise? Dazzling isn't it? I know what you are thinking, we look cute together." Seraphine was smiling, I stood there confused and I did not know what I was going to say or do.
"Why?" I was holding back a flood of tears in my eyes, and could only mutter some few words.
"You told me you love me, I gave my life to you. I practically gave up my powers for you to make me your mate, I left behind my role as the priestess of my people to make sure I was going to be with you and you tell me this?"


Naive and kind in her previous life, she trusted those she shouldn't have, a decision that led to her destruction and the downfall of her people. Betrayed by those she called friends- and the man she believed was her soulmate- her life was cruelly taken.
But the Moon Goddess grants her a second chance. With a burning resolve, she vows to take vengeance on those who deceived and betrayed her.
This time, she was prepared and brought her vengeance. Surprisingly, she discovers love with the most unlikely man she could have ever imagined even though to so many people's eyes it is forbidden to fall in love with him.
Now reborn into another body find out how she navigated her way into her enemy's territory, revealed herself, and took her revenge on them.

Marcello is a young Italian boss, who has built his empire on total intolerance and violence. Elsa's father is murdered in the most ruthless way, which gets Don Marcello involved, and his life entangled with this young mafia's daughter.

He kidnapped her, claiming his aim is to protect her from her father's murderers but it certainly does not seem like it because he is possessive and won't let her go!

Elsa is no innocent good girl either, she is more than ready to revenge her father's death and no handsome possessive devil can keep her caged, and make her sip tea while her father's murder enjoys her family's downfall!

Marcello and Elsa's life has to change, in a way that has them reeling with emotion, lust, passion, and dark secrets, and surely nothing will ever be the same again for the both of them.

Just one taste of this beautiful vixen
and I was entrapped forever.
The inner me, the me I never let out was addicted.
Consumed by her pure essence.
What would happen when I finally let her in. When she finally takes possession of my soul. Because I have possessed hers, forever...

First book of a two part series

Aaron was a sociopath. He was manipulative. He played me and I danced to his tune. I fell in love with him, I fell deep into the ploy of his plan. Furious tears ran down my cheeks as I felt my blood boil. I remained calm, I couldn't betray the rage I felt.

Within the luxurious embrace of The Grand Palazzo, Sarah discovers a love she never expected—with her magnetic boss, William. Their connection is a hidden flame, burning brightly away from prying eyes. But the entrance of the enigmatic Berky casts shadows over their affection, challenging Sarah's grasp on the love she's grown to cherish. In the midst of this turmoil, a devastating health revelation alters Sarah's perspective. She embarks on a journey to rewrite her story, leading her to an unexpected visit to William's home.
As tensions escalate, a tragic accident leaves William's life hanging by a thread. Amid the chaos, secrets unfurl, and James, William's estranged brother, emerges as the linchpin in this intricate tale. In a story of love, betrayal, and redemption, Sarah and William must confront life's unexpected twists.
Will they defy the odds, or will destiny's hand pull them apart?

First day at Lincoln High School and Aurelia already found a message scrawled on a bathroom mirror in red. “Stop asking questions”. Even when she hadn't asked anything at all.

That piqued her interest to discovering things about the school only to find out her last name matches that of a victim from 1923. A murder the founding families buried under the school itself.

Three students died in two years. All of them were investigating the same secret society. All of them ended up dead in what looked like accidents.

Ezra's sister was one of them. Dante's sister was another. Both warn her to run before she becomes the third.

But Aurelia is too stubborn to leave. And in the course of uncovering the secret, she found a deeper one that could cost her life, freedom and peace.

At Lincoln High the secrets don't stay buried. They hunt you down