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Hugly is simple. A nice guy. Foreign, uneducated and shy, he gets along with children, rabbits and rats much better than with the sophisticated who tinker with society through their agents. The enemies may be educated, wealthy and powerful, and even seductive and vicious, but Hugly’s got more than a few tricks up his sleeve. He’s got friends in high and low places that never lose sight of him. His sometimes deluded and skeptical friends may think he’s there to help them, but they’ve got it all wrong. All wrong. When faced with evil in its many forms, it’s often best to just run away. But Hugly knows too, that it’s often best to stand firm, and at other times it’s best to run as fast as you can, right into the fire. Especially if saving others. When whole armies and all civilization needs saving, God chooses to send his best; six inch tall men who slay dragons, giants and prosperity preachers.

Marked and mated, Luna Ariel lives her best life alongside her fated mate, Alpha Gorgio of Eclipse Howl, the most handsome leader of the werewolf community worldwide.
The two have been inseparable ever since they found out they were meant to be together. Gorgio is both a feared and respected werewolf leader, while Ariel, the Alpha King's daughter, is a strong warrior and master of martial arts. The Alpha adores his Luna, never takes his eyes off her.
Until she leaves for the General Meeting of the Council of Alphas to represent Gorgio in the Midnight Moon pack. And that's where disaster strikes: Alpha Zane also senses her as his fated mate, and then Ariel realizes she actually has two mates. Alpha Zane is Gorgio's nemesis, and the Alphas are constantly fighting over territory.
Heartbroken and unable to tell the possessive Gorgio, Ariel flees to Human Town. She is madly in love with her mate, has promised to be faithful forever, and now fears confronting him with her betrayal.
But neither of her mates is willing to give her up.
'It is impossible to escape the fate of the Moon Goddess. Come back, mate. Come and complete the mating process. I am waiting for you,' echoes through the weak link with Alpha Zane.
But in the iron mate bond, she hears another call, longing yet tender.
'Where are you, my Luna? You know I can't go on without you, I need you here, always. Remember your promise to love me forever.'
Devastated, she listens to the two mates, not knowing what to do. But Ariel knows she can't run for long and must face this twist of fate. Until her sister offers Alpha Gorgio a great solution... or so it seems...

She was forced to marry a famous business tycoon by her stepmother. But he had no regards for her and could f*ck a bitch right in front of her or anyone.
Having no other options, she decided to run away on her wedding day.
While she ran, she got chased by her father's men until the country's first most richest heir rescued her in his car unknown to her who he actually was.
Her problem got worsen when the heir instead of letting her go after helping her now decided to introduce her as his wife to his grandfather.
When she objected, he threatened to have her family destroyed. Now Bella ran from a nightmare to a bigger nightmare.

Three years ago, Ethan disappeared.

The world believed the legendary operative known as Zero was dead, buried alongside the secrets that destroyed his life.

Then the rain began to fall.

When a series of explosions tears through Black Harbor, Ethan is forced back into a shadow war he thought he'd escaped forever. Old enemies return from the dead, assassins emerge from the darkness, and a mysterious organization starts hunting him once again.

But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes the attacks were never about the city.

They were about him.

Because some names are never forgotten.

And the rain still remembers his.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

She cursed the Demon King. He has spent centuries hunting her.
Maeve has no memory of the life that made her the most wanted witch in the Lore. She only knows she has never stayed in one place for long and that monsters seem to find her wherever she runs. Then a stranger walks into her shop. He was cold and beautiful and very very dangerous. The Demon King.
One kiss is enough for King Eldon to realize the impossible. His greatest enemy has returned. She is the witch who cursed him in another lifetime. The woman who stole his future, shattered his kingdom and vanished before he could make her pay.
She remembers nothing. But demons only recognize their true mate after the bond is tested and every instinct tells Eldon she might be the one fate has denied him for centuries. He swore he would never forgive her. She swore she would never belong to a demon.
Now the only woman who can save his kingdom may also be the one destined to destroy it again.

BOOK 2 in Mated to my Ruin series. Can be read as standalone.
BOOK 1–Mated to my Ruin: A Dragon’s Debt

My pre-wedding party was in full swing.

 

Yet, the center of attention wasn't me, but Julian's childhood sweetheart, Blair. She had just announced she was auctioning off her "first kiss."

 

My fiancé, Julian, bought that kiss without a second thought.

 

Amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, they locked lips. They looked like the perfect match, made in heaven.

 

In that moment, I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene.

 

I casually pulled out my phone and replied to the email from the Paris headquarters: "I accept. I am ready to start immediately."

"Stay in the apartment," he said, straightening his tie as I fixed his collar. "I'll be back tonight." Then he walked out the door — straight to his wedding. What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
For three years I was his canary: locked in a penthouse, the only woman he let close when he bled, forgotten the moment another woman entered the room. I watched him let her wipe the blood from his face. I lost our child alone on a cold floor. I apologized to the woman who destroyed my mother's watch.
I was done waiting.
When the bells of Saint Patrick's rang out across Manhattan, he was welcoming his bride — and I finally flew out of my cage.

Reader Advisory!!!
This story contains steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.
Recommended for readers 18+ who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth.
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“I’m going to turn every dirty page you’ve ever read into your reality, Teyana.”
And Jeremy Carter did.
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It started with a simple party dare and ended with my legs wrapped around the ever-addictive Jeremy Carter’s waist.

I never thought the boy who never noticed the nerdy me in high school, the emotionally unavailable biker god I’d secretly fantasized about, would become my stepbrother.

Or that I would find a naked painting of myself hidden in his closet — painted by his own twisted hands.

Jeremy is inked sin, raw dominance, and a filthy mouth.

I was just the quiet, virgin bookworm, that took solace in dark romance novels… until he dragged me into his dangerous world of racing, rage, and ruin.

I should run. I should regret it.
But when a man like Jeremy Carter kisses you, there’s no coming back.

But what happened when family, friends, and even the campus tried to pull us apart?

This is the story of how I got ruined by the one man I might never have… and how I let him.

I was the hottest A-list actress in Hollywood, until a few deepfaked videos of me "abusing assistants" and malicious photos of my "rotting face" dragged me straight to hell.
In just one month, I became a monster despised by the entire internet.
Facing tens of thousands of death threats telling me to "die with a rotting face."
They wanted me to die crying. I didn't. Instead, I decided to express my deepest gratitude to the bullies who ruined my life.
And my "thank you" is going to cost a fortune.
But I never imagined the real monster wasn't hiding behind a screen—he was holding the syringe.

“I kiss you when I want to,” he murmured against my ear, his voice rough enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I fuck you when I want to. So don’t make the mistake of denying me again.”


Evelyn Jonas was the definition of perfection… top of her class, straight A student, and captain of the college cheerleading squad. Her future was already mapped out: graduation, a dream job, and a life every girl envied.

Until one night changed everything.

One invitation. One party. One blackout she can’t explain.
And she wakes up drenched in the blood of one of the most influential hockey players on campus.

Within hours, Evelyn’s perfect life collapses.
Within days, she’s convicted.
Within a month, she’s sentenced to prison with no chance of parole.

Until Him

Adrian Rossi… one of the most feared and deadly Mafia lords in Italy walks out of prison after six years with nothing left but vengeance. His sister is dead, and the only family he had left—his nephew, the child she entrusted to him—was taken from him under suspicious circumstances.

And now he has a name to blame.

Evelyn Jonas.

But Adrian doesn’t come for her with bullets first. He comes with a plan.

Disguised as her court-appointed lawyer, he is the man holding her fragile freedom in his hands.

Evelyn has no idea that the person who got her out of prison is the same man plotting her ruin.

And Adrian Rossi doesn’t believe in mercy.

In my past life, my rival and I were both top-tier Wall Street tycoons. I gave up my entire fortune for my fiancée, only to be set up by her and her lowly bodyguard, dying a miserable death in a pool of blood.

Reborn on the night of our engagement bidding, she sat on her high horse, demanding I hand over my hundred-billion-dollar empire.

All of New York was waiting for me to wag my tail like a good dog and sign the papers just to win her over.

But what she didn't know was...

The prestigious family she was so proud of was nothing but a rotting shell. The moment I cut off the secret cash flow keeping them afloat, her so-called "true love" wouldn't survive a single day in this vanity fair.

She thought she was choosing a pure, noble romance. In reality, she just bought a one-way ticket to hell.

Seven years ago, I crawled on my knees to save Alex Benedetti's ass, and got marked as the bitch who betrayed him.

Seven years later, he came back as New York's deadliest mob boss. Lucy Ferraro, some spoiled mafia princess, was warming his bed while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing his floors.

He let his fiancée treat me like garbage. When I started coughing up blood, the son of a bitch laughed and said I had it coming.

He didn't know the brain cancer was eating me alive.

The day I died, Alex was putting a ring on another woman's finger. He never found out that the girl who took bullets for him—the one he destroyed—was already rotting six feet under while he was saying "I do."

Seven years ago, I staged an affair to set him free, letting him believe I'd betrayed him for money. Now he's back—a celebrated music director, weeks away from his engagement—and I'm just the cleaning woman kneeling at his feet.
"You know this cleaning woman?" someone whispered.
"Seven years, and look how far you've fallen," he said, his voice cold as ice.
I kept my head down, tugging my sleeve over the needle marks the chemo had left behind.
He still thinks I cheated for the money.
He has no idea what it actually cost me to give him this life.

The Ruin Scent: A Toxic Addiction
Klaus is a predator who uses women to numb his grief, but Zoey is his ultimate detox. Her scent acts as a spiritual poison, making every other woman feel like rot. He is a king who can no longer feast, starving for the one useless girl he refuses to claim.


Defiance and Will
This isn't a simple romance; it’s psychological warfare. Klaus uses pleasure torture to force Zoey to beg, while Zoey uses her silence to drive him mad. He wants her body, but she refuses to give him her soul, creating a suffocating, high-stakes tension.


Rising From Useless to a Powerhouse
Zoey’s journey is the ultimate revenge. Discarded by her royal family and hunted by her own father, she transforms from a good-for-nothing ghost into the only woman capable of bringing a legendary Alpha to his knees. Her awakening proves that being useless was her greatest weapon all along.


Obsession Beyond Redemption
When the Alpha who swore never to love again burns the world to find his "pet," the line between hate and obsession vanishes. Klaus’s descent from a cold tyrant to a man possessed by his Little Ruin is a dark, gripping transformation that redefines what it means to be fated.

died as Seraphina Volkov, the deadliest Alpha Commander in the Eastern Territories, betrayed by my own second-in-command. The Moon Goddess offered me a second chance in a body that desperately needed my strength.

I woke up as Zara Thorne.

Eighteen years old. Wolfless Omega. Silverfang Academy's favorite punching bag. The girl who just died from being pushed down the stairs for spilling soup on the wrong shoes.

They expect me to cower. To submit. To know my place at the bottom of their pathetic hierarchy.

They have no idea who they're dealing with.

I crash a combat trial to save my sister and destroy their undefeated champion without even shifting. The entire academy loses their minds. And the Nightshade twins, Cassian and Dante, the arrogant Alphas who rule this school, decide I'm their new favorite toy.

They think they can break me, make me submit and force me to bow like everyone else.

Pathetic.

I've commanded armies. Survived wars. Killed legends. These spoiled brats playing at dominance don't scare me.

I'll put them all in their place and show them who's bossy.

Mirella Throne has never been the favorite. Not at home, where her parents constantly compare her to her perfect sister, Celestine, and not at school, where her curvier body and sharp tongue make her an easy target. But Mirella isn’t the type to stay down. If no one wants her, she’ll build her own empire—and she does, starting with a secret group of outcasts called the Legion.

Then there’s Kaelen Durov: the golden boy of St. Augustine’s Academy, heir to one of the most feared mafia families in the country. He’s rich, ruthless, and everything Mirella claims to despise. Their paths should never cross, but when he discovers her little empire, he doesn’t destroy it—he tests her. And that’s when the war between them begins.

Enemies, allies, rivals—Mirella and Kaelen are all of it at once. Their connection is electric but dangerous, pulling them into battles of power, loyalty, and desire. The deeper Mirella climbs, the more enemies she makes: a jealous sister, a traitor in her ranks, and even her own parents, who would rather ruin her than see her rise.

It’s messy. It’s toxic. It’s addictive.
And in the end, Mirella has to decide if she’ll stop at survival… or burn the whole world down just to be seen.

I wake up in a hospital bed with a shattered collarbone, no memories, and a stranger claiming to be my husband.

Julian Montgomery is billionaire-cold, devastatingly handsome, and never asks a single question. He tells me who I am. He tells me where I'm going. And every instinct I have left is screaming not to believe him.

That night, in an estate I don't remember, I find a diary hidden beneath the floorboards. My own handwriting. One line, underlined twice:

"He is not your husband. Be careful."

Montgomery Estate is a fortress on the edge of a cliff; cameras in every hallway, a husband who won't let me leave, a locked door I'm not allowed to ask about. The only person who treats me like a patient instead of a prisoner is Julian's quiet, warm-eyed doctor. Kindness has never felt so dangerous.

Someone tried to kill me once already, and they're not finished.

And the man guarding every exit might be the only thing standing between me and whoever's coming for me next, or he might be the reason I'll never see them coming at all.

I don't remember my name, my job, or my life.

But some part of me remembers being afraid of him.

I just don't know yet if that's a memory... or a warning.

On our wedding day, my fiancé gave the wedding dress I had made by hand to his sick sister—and let her marry into the DeLuca family in my place.
Everyone told me to give in because she was fragile, while I was strong enough to endure it.
That night, I walked away, revoked my access to the family, and left my mother’s atelier.
Later, his sister’s fake illness was exposed, and my fiancé got down on his knees, begging me to come back.
But I was no longer the woman who would sacrifice everything for them.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.

When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."

But whenever Brianna came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Parker saved my life, Claire. I owe his family everything."

And like a fool, I believed him eight times.

Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.

Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.

Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.

All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.

Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.

He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.

He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

Five years into our marriage, we were finally about to have our delayed tenth wedding ceremony.
 
Just moments before exchanging our vows, my husband, Declan, received a text from his childhood best friend—she had just called off her wedding.
 
Without a second of hesitation, Declan declared, "Let's do the wedding another day. Sloane is having an emotional breakdown. I can't let her face it alone."
 
This was the tenth time he had canceled our wedding for the exact same woman.
 
And when our five-year-old son, Leo, suddenly spiked a high fever and threw up stomach acid on the floor, Declan simply dropped the line, "Leo, you're a big boy. Be strong," and walked away without a single backward glance.
 
He was entirely convinced that I would do what I had done the previous nine times: gracefully placate the guests on his behalf, take our sick child home, and wait for him.
 
But he forgot one crucial detail: no one stands in the exact same spot waiting forever.

Lior Lawson knows better than to fall for his boss.
In a world where Omegas are expected to live under the dominance of Alphas, Lior has already broken enough rules simply by working for one of the most powerful men in the nation.
Adrian Valehart is everything Lior should stay away from; a powerful Alpha, a billionaire, a prince from a family that once ruled the nation, and a married man. But one reckless mistake becomes a secret affair, and what was supposed to be nothing more than stolen nights soon becomes something neither of them knows how to walk away from.
Neither of them prepared for what happens when the Valehart family discovers the truth about Lior's true identity. Suddenly he's not simply Adrian's Omega mistress. He's the key to restoring a bloodline that has been broken for generations, and the Valeharts will do whatever it takes to make sure he fulfills his purpose. Even if that means taking away the very freedom Adrian fell in love with him for.
Lior wanted Adrian.
The Valeharts want his heirs.
And Adrian may have to choose between his family and the male Omega he can't live without.

"I gave Julian Sterling everything: my love, my loyalty, and the child I carried in my womb. In return, he watched my best friend push me down a flight of stairs and did nothing as I lost my baby.

Now, my brother is behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit, and my husband is demanding I sign a lie to protect the woman who shattered my life. He thinks I’m a broken bird with clipped wings. He thinks I have nowhere left to turn.
He’s wrong.

Julian forgot one thing about the woman he married.

I’ve called my father. I’ve set the clock. I have seven days to play the grieving wife before I strip Julian of his fortune, his name, and his freedom.

The countdown to his ruin starts now.

Caroline Mercer once believed kindness could be proven by sacrifice. She took in two orphaned children, gave them schools, doctors, tutors, rooms beside her daughter's nursery, and a path into the Mercer name.

Years later, those children returned as witnesses against her. Sloane Vale smiled for the cameras while calling Caroline a monster. Nolan Vale handed federal investigators a beautiful stack of forged evidence. Caroline's husband was broken, her company was seized, and her only daughter, Evelyn, died after being traded into a marriage meant to protect everyone else's reputation.

Then Caroline opened her eyes on the morning the Vale children first arrived at her door.

This time, she would feed them. She would house them. She would educate them. She would keep every receipt, every doctor's report, every legal notice.

But she would never again give strangers the keys to her child's future.

On my wedding day, my mother walked in and took my gown off the rack. Then she handed it to Coralie — the sister my parents adopted, the one I've given half my magic to every month for five years.
The High Priest says my stars are cursed. So Coralie will marry Roland in my place. My fiancé. The man I nearly died healing.
My father tells me to think of the bigger picture. Roland won't even look at me. Not one of them looks back as they leave me alone in that room.
They think I'll stand here and take it, like I always have.
They don't know about the black whistle in my sleeve — the one a dying man pressed into my hand at the edge of the Abyss. Blow it, he said, and I'll come for you.
I've been good for too long.
I'm done.

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."

For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.

However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home—to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.

Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.

But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?

I got dragged online by one of my lead devs.

He claimed my "Incubation Project" was a gilded cage—a trap to exploit the team and steal their personal IPs.

The truth?

I funded it out of my own pocket.

Selected candidates would get a $50,000 no-strings-attached seed fund, plus full Ivy League tuition reimbursement. It was 100% voluntary, with zero penalties for opting out.

Since the internet decided I was a toxic capitalist monopolizing their creativity, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I fired off a company-wide memo:

[To protect your creative freedom from capitalist exploitation, the $50,000 Incubation Fund is permanently abolished, effective immediately.]

[As an alternative, the monthly education allowance for all employees is now a $15 reimbursement for basic coding courses.]

The moment the memo dropped, the employees who were counting on that $50k to pay off student loans or change their lives completely lost it.

Now, they're swarming right outside my glass office door, eyes red, begging me to reinstate the program.

After eight years of dating, Declan Wright finally agreed to marry me.

But he had one absolute condition: no sunlight on our wedding day.

The rule was strictly to protect his childhood best friend, Daisy, who supposedly suffered from a severe UV allergy.

Over the next six years, I planned six different weddings.

Every single one was washed out by torrential storms.

Today, in our fifteenth year together, was our seventh attempt.

I thought I had finally gotten it right with a gloomy, drizzling afternoon on the Oregon Coast.

But just as we stood on the sand to exchange our vows, the heavy clouds parted.

A single, brilliant shaft of sunlight pierced through the gray, landing directly on my face.

Guests whispered it was a blessing.

Yet, before I could even say "I do," Declan bolted.

Grabbing a black umbrella, he rushed off the altar.

He pulled Daisy into his chest, spiriting her away into the deep shade of the trees.

I stood alone in my mud-soaked gown, watching their retreating silhouettes.

Slowly, I unpinned my veil and left the ring in its velvet box.

If he was always going to keep me in his shadows, it was time I found my own sun.

On the night of her wedding, Helen Smith was attacked by a stranger.
Since then, every night has been a nightmare she cannot escape.

By day, she plays the role of the perfect wife, caring for her gravely ill husband whom she barely knows.
By night, she’s haunted by fear, shame, and a faceless man who takes what he wants in the dark.

Trapped in a golden cage of secrets and silence, Helen begins to question everything: her marriage, the man she married, and the terrifying truth that may be hiding just beneath the surface.

Because in this house, nothing is what it seems.
And the greatest betrayal is yet to come.

She betrayed him. He destroyed her. And death may not be enough to separate them.

Eve Carter's testimony sent Sean Winters to prison for three years. When he emerged as Wall Street's most ruthless CEO, his vengeance was calculated and complete—seizing custody of the daughter she hid from him and watching her suffer with cold satisfaction.

What Sean doesn't know: Eve was forced to lie by her powerful mayor father. What Eve can't tell him: she's dying of terminal cancer with six months left to live.

Their daughter Grace, a bright-eyed six-year-old with a failing heart, builds fairy houses and whispers to her stuffed animals about the mommy and daddy who never smile together. Her innocent laughter masks the tragic legacy of two broken families.

When Eve takes a knife meant for Sean, his dismissive words cut deeper than the blade: "We're even now."

But nothing is even in a game rigged by fate.

After Eve chooses death over suffering, leaving behind a devastating confession, Sean's world shatters. A year later, still broken and raising their daughter alone, he glimpses honey-blonde hair in a crowd and hears that haunting laugh.

Is Eve defying death itself to reclaim what was stolen? Or will the truth destroy what remains of Sean's sanity when he discovers what really happened six years ago? Read now to find out!

Charlotte Scott's family fell apart, so she packed two bags and moved to her brother's small biker town to start over.

She didn't know he had a pack. She didn't know she had a destiny.

Then Dorian Black — Alpha of Ironveil, the man whose wolf called her mate on her very first night and who spent weeks pretending he hadn't heard it — chased a pack of wolves off her in the dark, kissed her forehead like it didn't mean anything, and trained her like she was just another newly turned wolf.

She isn't.

Charlotte carries a bloodline thought extinct, with power enough to anchor a pack or destroy one... depending on what happens before her third Blood Moon rises.

The Council wants Dorian mated. The elders have secrets older than she is. A she-wolf wants him badly enough to go looking for a witch. And the man who's supposed to be her mate would rather lie to her face than risk losing someone the way he lost the last person he loved.

Charlotte just wants to survive her own life long enough to choose what happens in it.

HIS TO RUIN: ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE is a slow-burn werewolf biker romance about a bond neither of them asked for, a prophecy with a deadline, and a girl who refuses to be anyone's weapon, anchor, or secret.

Kate Brady doesn’t exist. She’s a name on a passport, a voice Jackson Ruspoli has started to trust, a lie built carefully enough to survive inside the walls of Ruspoli Industries. Underneath her is Natalie Cromwell, a woman who died the same year her father did, when his ruined name became the only inheritance she had left.

Getting close to Jackson was supposed to be simple: find the buried proof that clears her father, and disappear before anyone learns her real name. But Jackson isn’t the careless mark she expected.
He’s sharp enough to know something about her doesn’t add up, and dangerous enough that being caught could cost her more than the job.

Then someone else starts using her real name.
Someone who remembers exactly what happened ten years ago, and wants the kind of ending that doesn’t leave room for the truth to matter, only for everything to burn. Now Natalie isn’t just racing to expose what Jackson’s family did. She’s racing to stop a stranger from destroying her only chance to do it right, before she becomes the one person left to blame.

The closer she gets to the truth, the closer she gets to Jackson. And the more she has to lose the moment he finds out who she really is.

She came here to be the hunter. She’s starting to realize she might already be the prey.

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

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

The problem was, I was severely allergic to roses — something I'd told him countless times.

"Same order number, two deliveries," the delivery man said casually, glancing at his clipboard.

My blood ran cold.

The man who'd claimed he had to work late — who couldn't even spare me a simple "Happy anniversary" — was at that very moment holding another woman in his arms. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. A designer handbag. Diamond jewelry. And on his face, a tender smile I hadn't seen once in five years of marriage.

For him, I had given up everything. I'd gone from being the pampered darling of the Rivers family to a wife crammed into a tiny apartment, comparing prices across three different grocery stores just to stretch every dollar. I'd filed down every sharp edge I had. Swallowed every last ounce of my pride.

And yet here he was — while I was still carrying his child — lavishing the very best of everything on someone else.

Gabriel, you dare betray me?

Then that CEO seat? Consider it gone.

A once-formidable heiress, dulled and diminished by love, was about to reclaim everything she'd lost. The masks were coming off.

And the reckoning was just beginning.

Today was my wedding day.
In just one hour, I would be walking down the aisle in my wedding dress toward my future husband.

"Marry me. Come now.
Sender: Landon"

My childhood sweetheart had suddenly sent me a message. Just one sentence and a location pinned on a map.

I didn't even have time to change. I rushed to the location still wearing my wedding dress.
But when I arrived, what greeted me wasn't a wedding venue, but the unbridled, mocking laughter of Landon and his buddies.

"And here I thought she had some self-respect! She actually rented a wedding dress just to throw herself at Landon?"
"Hilarious. Landon’s been playing her this whole time, and she still has zero backbone. How pathetic!"
"All Landon has to do is whistle, and she comes running, wagging her tail like a dog!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time? Fuck perfect.

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

Lucy, a twenty year old college girl who is completely obsessed with cock and nonstop sex, never expected her single mom to bring home the perfect man. Ethan is in his late thirties, ripped from years of construction work, hung like a horse, and naturally dominant. After she reluctantly accepts the marriage, Lucy turns into a total seductress. She starts wearing the skimpiest outfits and teasing him without mercy. When her mom leaves town for a business trip, one dripping wet encounter leads to Lucy blackmailing Ethan into raw forbidden fucking. Their secret affair quickly explodes into daily risky creampies all over the house. But everything changes when Mom, Sarah, comes home early and catches them right in the middle of a hard fuck.

21+, Forbidden Romance, BDSM, Taboo Desires.

In my world, I only breathe to crave him.
I’m his little slut, dripping and weak at the sound of his voice, trembling for every filthy command.

When he says, “On your knees,” I sink down, aching to serve.
“Open that mouth,” and I spread my lips wide, hungry for his cock.
“Take me,” and I swallow him deep, gagging, moaning, begging for more.

I live to be his—obedient, ruined, owned.
Every kiss makes me wetter, every touch breaks me deeper, every thrust reminds me I’m nothing but Daddy’s dirty kitten.

This is pure erotica. Forbidden. Kinky. Unapologetically filthy.
18+ only.

I have once killed a man.
He was my first love. Everything about him was like a dream come true until my blindness was lifted, and I realised he was my greatest mistake.
Eugene would beat me to a stupor, yet I played the role of a happy wife on the outside. I had lost two pregnancies because of him, but I hoped he would change. He promised to. He would buy me tons of gifts to apologise, yet he always returned to being the beast he was the very next night.
I could tell no one about the unexpected turn my relationship with Eugene had taken because no one would believe me.
Even when I escaped and ran to an old lady for help, he made me look like the villain.
I had lost hope. I was seven months into my third pregnancy when he tore my skin with a blade. I struggled and struggled until I stabbed him mercilessly.
That should have been my happy ending.
I gave birth to my child and started a new life in a new place.
Like a new dawn, my life was finally becoming perfect... until I woke up to see my daughter drowning in the bathtub.
Written on the mirror was a message in blood.
'I'm back.'
Now, he haunts my baby every night, and I wake up covered in bruises as though he abuses me in my sleep.
I reported every incident to the police, but even though there were clues, no one could find him.
However, in my lowest moment, only Detective Dorian stood by me. He was the only one who made me feel safe.
And he promised to help me catch the person behind my misfortunes.

Just before Easter, my husband, Ethan Cole, surprised me by arranging a weeklong trip to Switzerland.
In ten years of marriage, it was the first time he had ever planned a vacation for me.
I thought he had finally remembered that I was human, too, and needed a break.
Then, one day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and our daughter, Ella.
"Daddy, if you and Sophia have a wedding, what will happen to Mommy?"
Ethan chuckled softly.
"It's just a ceremony. Nothing about our lives will change. Ella, keep this a secret for Daddy, and when I get back, I'll buy you that Barbie Dreamhouse you've always wanted."
I stood outside the door, feeling as though every drop of blood in my body had turned to ice.
So that was what this trip was really about.
It wasn't his way of making up for neglecting me. He was simply clearing his schedule so he could marry another woman.

"I came to Crestville for a cure, but the only cure is a tear from a love I've never been worthy of"

Iris was born under a weeping star...an elf too powerful for her own good, yet looked down upon by her own kind. When a strange disease begins turning her people to frozen ash, she infiltrates Crestville Academy, a brutal medieval fortress where vampires, werewolves, and fae heirs train in a savage hierarchy. Her mission: find the cure before her sister dies.

But the cure is impossible. It requires the mingled blood of all five bloodlines...and a single tear shed from true love.

Three dangerous alphas stake their claim on her the moment she arrives. Kaelen, the wolf heir who swears to protect her with his feral heart. Drystan, the vampire prince who hasn't felt anything in centuries, Theron, the shadow fae who whispers he's waited lifetimes for this girl.

They would die for her. But can any of them truly love her? And how does a girl who has never been loved make three monsters cry for her....when she's not even sure she knows what love is?

Some girls break curses. This one will have to break three hearts first.

The cage doors are released and I open my sapphire coloured eyes, dashing out of the prison and into the forest.
Seven days for the full moon to be blue.
Seven days from the starting line to the finish
Seven days, that’s how long I had to make it to the lodge as an unmated female."
Legends of werewolves have gone back centuries. Always including the Moon Goddess and her blessing of soulmates to the beings she created. But the ugly truth is there is no such thing as soulmates. There is only The Run.
An event created centuries ago held twice a year during a blue moon where she-wolves run from their male counter parts. If they are captured, they are mated and marked, claimed by whoever captures them first.
No one is exempted from this event - not even Grace Harvest.
After being able to avoid attending the event since turning eighteen, Grace finds herself unable to find an excuse not to participate this time. With her last hope of remaining unmated until she can fall in love, she makes a bet with her Alpha. If she wins, he can no longer force wolves of his pack to participate in The Run and allow them to find love. If he wins, Grace will be mated, and her pack mates are forced to go no matter what.
But what will happen when she meets a golden haired wolf by the name Caden Wolfrain, who instantly captures her attention. Will she do all she can to win the bet, will Caden win her heart or will the secrets Caden keeps force her to cut ties with this golden haired wolf without a second thought no matter the heart break.

My boyfriend successfully proposed with a spectacular drone light show.
The whole city erupted in celebration: “Mr. and Mrs. Hansen—finally, a couple united!”
Yet, nestled in his arms was none other than his secretary.
The "Mrs. Hansen" everyone speaks of is now nothing more than a forgotten memory, buried beneath the earth.

As the eldest daughter of North America’s most feared Mafia family, the Romanos, I married Matteo purely for love. For five years, everyone constantly envied me, thinking I was the luckiest woman alive.

Until I opened that video file.

The screen flickered to life, and my world violently collapsed.

The woman he had completely pinned against the wall, thrusting into her with feral desperation, was Valentina. His sweet, innocent adopted sister. The girl we had both carefully grown up with.

And the hands gripping her waist so tightly they bruised? They bore the exact wedding band I had lovingly slipped onto Matteo’s finger.

"Oh God, brother… you're so hard. If your perfect wife knew you were deep inside me right now, she’d lose her mind."

"Good girl, then stop talking about that boring piece of wood."

My refined, elegant husband was groaning, his voice filthy and depraved between loud, wet slaps of skin. "Squeeze tighter, fuck... You drive me insane, baby. The moment I successfully drain all her family’s stock, you’ll be the true mistress of this whole estate."

Every sweet nothing he had ever whispered to me was a calculated lie, designed to completely destroy me.

Those two despicable cheaters believe they have successfully won. They think my marriage was built on submission.

Well, since this rising Mafia star completely forgot that I am a Romano first and a wife second, it’s severely past time I gave him a taste of my own wicked performance.

Playtime is over. Matteo thinks he can steal my empire while burying his face in his sister’s bed?

I am going to carefully tear down his "perfect husband" facade piece by bleeding piece, and aggressively send them both straight to hell.

Three years ago, Violet Sorel watched the crown prince of Valdris burn her world to the ground. He took her kingdom, killed her parents, bit her in her own courtyard, and left her for dead. She survived. She planned. And when his palace posted an open call for blood servants, she walked straight through his doors with a smile on her face and murder in her heart.

Getting close to Prince Caspian was supposed to be simple. It was never simple.

Now she is his blood servant, his secret, and the first witch to walk Solaria in a thousand years — shipped off to Eirenmoor Academy where an incubus knows her from her dreams, a fae lord won't stay out of her forest, and the prince himself keeps looking at her like he is trying to remember something he was never supposed to forget.

She has a plan. She has a poison. She has everything she needs to destroy him.

The problem is the bond between them and the fact that it has never, not once, felt like hate.

The last witch of solaria is the first book in the Solaria trilogy… a slow burn reverse harem fantasy romance featuring a morally complex heroine, political intrigue, a magic academy that kills its students, and a revenge plot that refuses to stay simple.

My fiancée abandoned our wedding just because of one word from her childhood sweetheart.

What's even more interesting is that she actually had her sexy sister take her place at the wedding.

This is just wonderful - if you leave, then don't come back.

I already have a legal wife now.

Rain is an orphan Omega that lives in the Crescent Moon Pack. She is not like the other werewolves, as she suffers from prosopagnosia and her wolf, Safia, can't speak. Her pack thinks that Rain is cursed by the Moon Goddess because she is the only survivor of a fire that burned the house she was in and killed her parents.

When Rain turns eighteen and finds her soulmate, she thinks that she will finally be loved and have a happy ending.But Fate has a strange way to slap Rain in the face over and over again.

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.

Eden

From an early age, my parents taught me that love had to be earned; it’s never given. So when I met Jack and fell in love with him, I was more than ready to earn his approval and love.
But Jack isn’t my fated mate—Corvin is. The Werewolf King.
When Jack tells me that the only way to earn his love is to break the King’s heart, I don’t think twice and do it. I don’t realize until it’s too late that true love doesn’t need to be earned—and that the one my heart truly yearns for is Corvin, not Jack.
When Corvin is too hurt by my actions and wants nothing to do with me anymore, I put my parents’ lessons to use one more time–to earn Corvin’s love back.