1753 Book(s) Related to his best friend s sister

RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES.
“Strip for me” the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn’t fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch.
“I can smell your wetness omega” he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise “you are mine”
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Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not
Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate.
Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.

“Your injury report says you need to learn self-control.”

I stared at Cade Blackwood.

“You’re my team doctor. Not my therapist.”

His eyes dropped to the hockey stick in my hand.

“After what you did on the ice, I’m not sure there’s a difference.”

I hated him instantly.

Unfortunately, I also wanted to kiss him.

I’m Harper Reed, the powerhouse of Blackridge University’s women’s hockey team.

My teammates trust me when the game gets rough.

Opponents fear me when I charge across the ice.

Everyone else calls me the Blackridge Beast.

Cade is the opposite.

A former hockey star forced off the ice by injury, now working as the team’s sports medicine intern.

Calm where I’m reckless.

Controlled where I’m explosive.

And completely immune to the fear I’m used to seeing in people’s eyes.

When I discover he was the last person seen with my injured brother, I decide Cade is going to pay.

I’ll get close.

Make him fall.

And leave him shattered.

But the closer I get, the harder it becomes to remember that this was supposed to be revenge.

Because every time my team doctor touches me, my wolf whispers the same impossible word.

Mate.

And if Cade really is my mate…

why does he look like he’s been waiting for me all along?

I came home early from a business trip and overheard the woman Joseph always called his “poor stepmother” clinging to him in his office, begging for a kiss. Her swollen belly carried his child.
“When do I get to stop pretending to be your stepmother?” Susan whined.
Joseph’s cold laugh stripped away the last of my dignity. “Soon. Once I drain Emma’s company dry, she’ll be useless.”
I used to think Joseph was my salvation.
After his father died and his pregnant stepmother had nowhere to go, I ignored my family’s objections and brought them both into my home. I poured every resource I had into helping him rise.
I even became pregnant with his child.
Only then did I realize I had never really been his wife.
I was only the stepping stone they used to climb into wealth.
That night, Susan staged a miscarriage.
And Joseph, his face twisted with rage, locked me—pregnant and bleeding—inside a freezing basement.
“A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve a child.”

I came home early from a business trip and overheard the woman Joseph always called his “poor stepmother” clinging to him in his office, begging for a kiss. Her swollen belly carried his child.
“When do I get to stop pretending to be your stepmother?” Susan whined.
Joseph’s cold laugh stripped away the last of my dignity. “Soon. Once I drain Emma’s company dry, she’ll be useless.”
I used to think Joseph was my salvation.
After his father died and his pregnant stepmother had nowhere to go, I ignored my family’s objections and brought them both into my home. I poured every resource I had into helping him rise.
I even became pregnant with his child.
Only then did I realize I had never really been his wife.
I was only the stepping stone they used to climb into wealth.
That night, Susan staged a miscarriage.
And Joseph, his face twisted with rage, locked me—pregnant and bleeding—inside a freezing basement.
“A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve a child.”

It was supposed to be a bet to make her fall in love with him, break her, and humiliate her in public as revenge for his best friend, but that playboy, Henry, never knew that the hunter would be hunted and she would be the one who broke his heart into a million pieces.
But none of them will win this bet.

“So, you say you liked me from afar? But I have never met you even once before!” Elissa stood up, confused. He seemed more like a stalker, but he was handsome as hell, and seemed to be from a powerful and wealthy background; she just couldn’t end it simply.

He stepped closer, leaning to her ear and saying with his husky, hot manly voice, “You didn’t see me. But I have been watching every step of yours. I know your….”

He paused, then continued with a smirk, “I know every inch of your body.”

She jumped back, looking into his eyes, searching for the lies, but he didn’t seem a liar. She gulped nervously, “How and … what…” she stuttered.

But he pulled her close to his chest, “What do I want from you?” he moved his hand on her waist down to her hip, then said, “Of course I want to sleep with you!”

Even so, she was scared, but she, without hesitation, pushed him with all her strength and slapped his face, saying angrily, “Sleep my ass! In your dreams”

His eyes glowed with interest. No girl ever rejected him and slapped him boldly. He muttered before she could leave, “I will. We will. Very soon.”

Everyone at Harlow University knows Callum Voss. The starting point guard, the dean's favorite headache, the boy whose smile has cleared more disciplinary hearings than any lawyer on retainer. He is the kind of person the campus bends around without being asked.

Nobody knows Wren Aldae. That is entirely on purpose.

Wren has spent two years building a life at Harlow that no one can touch: one close friend, zero social media, a journalism scholarship that pays tuition, and a rule about never writing stories that could blow back on her personally.

Then Callum Voss appears at her desk with a proposition. Someone has started a bet pool about his love life and the resulting media circus is one week away from costing him his athletic standing. He needs it to stop. She needs a front-page story before the scholarship committee meets. A fake relationship with a visible timeline and a clean public ending would solve both problems.

Wren knows better than to say yes. She says yes anyway.

Neither of them accounts for the fact that proximity is its own kind of problem.

At a lavish dinner, a billionaire with a net worth of four billion embraced my ex-wife and slapped five thousand yuan in my face: "Kneel down, kiss her shoes, and then get out of here."
The entire audience of celebrities burst into laughter, while the ex-wife's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Without even lifting my eyelids, I dialed a number in front of everyone: "I'm going to bankrupt one person. Execution level: nuclear bomb."
They laughed at me for pretending to be crazy.
Three minutes later, the entire nation was in an uproar. Four billion dollars in assets were frozen, the FBI broke down the door, and the once arrogant tycoon collapsed to the ground like a dog.
I endured for three years, just to save her grandfather's life. Since she's in such a hurry to break the contract, I don't need to pretend anymore.
This is not just a story about divorce; it's a countdown to the gods regaining control of the Book of Life and Death on Earth.

His eyes are open, they are black. His wolf is out with him, there is lust in them. He looks straight at me.

He grabs me by the waist and slams his lips down hard on my mouth.

His tongue slips into my mouth without any trouble and is fucking my mouth with his tongue. He turns us, so we are heading towards something, he still slides his tongue in my mouth.

Fuck this feels so good.

I have wanted him since he came back home.

I am slammed against a tree, hard, he lifts me up by the waist. I wrap my legs around him. I am not wearing any underwear under this dress, I wanted to get fucked by him tonight and I am. He leaves my mouth and starts kissing down my neck, I can feel one hand going to my pussy, and he sticks his finger in. I am wet, he growls into me. He goes for his zipper, he pulls down his pants and boxers so they are on his thighs, and he keeps sucking and kissing my neck. I can feel his hard cock under me, he is really big and hard. He pulls back and lines his cock up with my soaking wet pussy. He rams himself hard.

Panther shifter Izzy has the power so rare that it magnifies with every emotion she has. However, she has been through so much in the last 10 years. She was abandoned by her werewolf father and had to deal with her mother’s death. Her auntie Kat then took her in and they had to move around a lot over the years after a tragic time. Now Kat wants Izzy to stay with her in the town that she left ten years ago. When she arrives, everything comes to light. Secrets and everything from the past comes at her all at once and she has to deal with her fated mate, the Alpha Blake.

On the day he handed me the divorce papers to be with his first love, I found out I was pregnant. After three years of a loveless marriage, my heart was finally dead. I signed the papers, hid my baby bump, and vanished on a flight to France.
Everyone thought I was just a discarded wealthy wife, never knowing I had taken the most precious secret with me.
Months later, when he saw me heavily pregnant standing beside another man, the aloof CEO completely lost his composure. 'The child... is it mine?'
I smiled coldly. 'Sir, we are already divorced. This has nothing to do with you.'

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all—his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun… is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn’t know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack…
I took more than just my broken heart with me.

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.

I am Melody, daughter of the second strongest Alpha in this part of the world. I am a stain to my father's perfect image just because I was born without a wolf, or so everyone thought.

My father couldn't wait to get rid of me and the opportunity presented itself on the day he was to be crowned, Viscount.

I found myself in bed with a stranger and got pregnant afterward. I was sent out of the house and banished by my father.

Five years later I returned to my pack with my two pups only to discover that they were the replica of the Alpha King; my mate who rejected me.

Was he the cruel man who took advantage of me that night?

I spent weeks planning this trip. Every detail carefully arranged for one purpose: to confess my feelings to Arthur—Julian's older brother, the boy I'd been secretly in love with since childhood.

But he showed up with a girlfriend.

That night, drunk and reckless, I did the most absurd thing—I kissed Julian. The troublemaker who'd been my nemesis since we were kids, the one I swore I'd never give the time of day.

But what happened next was even more absurd.

This winter every time he came close, my heart raced out of control. I started noticing the curve of his smile, the undisguised heat in his eyes when he looked at me.

Those habits that used to drive me crazy now made my heart flutter. My feelings for him became dangerous, complicated—like a storm I couldn't escape.

"Eleanor, are you avoiding me?" He blocked my path.

He suddenly pressed my wrist, trapping me between the wall and his body, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "You finally see me..."

Just when I thought everything had settled, Arthur began closing in. He suddenly acknowledged my existence, his gaze burning with intensity, as if the moment I let go was when he truly saw me.

"Eleanor, we need to talk." Arthur stopped me.

I tried to escape in panic, but Julian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against him. His arms were firm as iron, his lips brushing my hair as his voice dropped low and dangerous:

"She's mine, Arthur. You're too late."

"Why? Just why?!" Her lips quivered, as she clenched her chest, "Why can't you reciprocate my feelings? I loved you Riccardo, or was my sincerity a crime?!" She concluded, her gaze casted on the man standing before her, whose face bore no emotion.
Vanessa Rodriguez had always loved Riccardo Gonzalez right from the day she saw him. It was love at first sight. When she got the chance to get married to him, she didn't think twice even though her parents were against it. She thought that it was a chance to finally show Riccardo how much she loved him.
But sadly even after their marriage he couldn't love her back instead after three years of marriage he presented divorce papers for her to sign. With shattered heart, she signs the divorce papers and leaves the country. Five years later, she's back in the country, ready to take over her father's new company, with her twins by her side and they look exactly like her ex husband. The problem now is that Riccardo Gonzalez wants her back!

Kayla is humiliated and rejected by Alpha Derek, her mate, and somehow ends up being framed for the death of the new Luna whom Derek had married. Now, pregnant, rejected, and framed, she goes on the run for her life as Derek begins to hunt for her. As Kayla runs for her dear life, she ends up going across borders where Derek could never step, there, she meets Alpha Caleb, an asexual man who believes he can never be sexually attracted to any woman, or so he thought.
Caleb offers Kayla a contract marriage for a year, and weak Kayla decides to agree to survive the harsh life of the Crescent Pack's law.
What happens when Caleb, an asexual man begins to fall in love with Kayla?

"Please doctor, please fuck me please," Ann begged. Her hands were handcuffed below her knee which made her legs hang up in the air.

"Please touch me, doctor, please touch me down there doctor it hurts so bad..." Ann tried touching her pussy but the handcuff around her wrist was avoiding her.
"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" Marcus asked in a raspy voice.
"Touch me please...touch me...I want your fingers in my fucking hoe," Ann screamed loud in a quavering voice.

"You asked for this," Marcus said as he slide his two fingers into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva before bringing it out.
I am Ann. A sex maniac. I mean, I love having sex. And I am a fan of one-night stands.

My parents and ex-boyfriend think I am cursed but my body is just highly sensitive.

It was all fun to me but I got to thinking that, they might be right. So my best friend, Silver, introduced someone to me—A sex doctor.

She says he is my last hope.

My question is, am I really cursed? Can a sex doctor help me stop being a sex maniac?

Well flip through these pages and read the story of my life."

"If I could have stopped this sham of a marriage, I would have."
My chest tightened painfully. Ronan?
"There should have been another way. I was supposed to be the Luna. I'm your mate!"
Mate. I knew the word. But hearing it from her made it feel different, important, and sacred. My mind searched desperately for another explanation. She was someone else, maybe a friend, or a relative, just anyone, but Ronan spoke.
"I know, baby."
My stomach dropped. Baby. He called her baby.
"That human is nothing to me."
I stepped closer before I could stop myself, and then I saw them, his arms around her. My eyes widened when I saw my husband crashing his lips on her.
The woman's fingers tangled in Ronan's shirt as they kissed fiercely, and she moaned his name.
My world went completely silent, and the music downstairs disappeared, everything did. Because the man I had just married was holding another woman like she was the only person in the world who mattered.
How did my life become this? I closed my eyes and took a breath.
My father traded me away. My fiancé abandoned me. And barely an hour after our wedding, my husband made it painfully clear that I was nothing more than a political bargain.


Josie's future is destroyed when she's forced into an arranged marriage with the infamous Lycan King, a man who despises humans and is hopelessly devoted to his fated mate.
Ronan never wanted a human wife. Josie never wanted a husband who would never choose her. But as betrayal, political conspiracies, and an enemy threatens them, the line between duty and desire begins to blur. Fate chose Sadie. His pack chose Josie. In the end, Ronan will have to choose for himself.

"I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you."
A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong.
He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction- Stepbrother."
"But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat, and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams...


When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden.
Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth.
Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake- believing I could be more than just a toy for him... maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well... his favorite one.
Warning: 18+, strong mature, and sexual content.

I saved the wrong man's life.
When Dante Moretti crashed into my ER with a bullet in his chest, I did what I was trained to do I saved him. I didn't know he was Rome's most ruthless mafia boss. I didn't know my father destroyed his family twenty years ago.

And I definitely didn't know saving him would make me his target.

Dante doesn't want me dead. He wants something worse he wants me to fall in love with him, then in me on our wedding day. Every touch is a lie. Every "I love you" is poisonous. He's turning me into a weapon against my own father, and I'm falling for it.

But here's what he didn't plan on: falling for me too.
Now the man who swore to destroy me can't let me go.

And I'm trapped between the father who raised me and the monster who owns my heart. The closer I get to the truth, the more I realize neither of them are who I thought.

Dante wanted revenge. Instead, he started a war neither of us can win.
Because in our world, love isn't salvation it's the cruelest weapon of all.

NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGEIf you are not into Adult and Mature Werewolf/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book.
They began by deceiving each other.
The girl was an Alpha with superb healing powers, yet she had to become the most humble slave.
He is the Alpha heir of the most powerful wolf pack, yet he is willing to be an ordinary assistant by her side.
He opened his arms and wanted to welcome the one he loved so much. However, the girl plunges her dagger into the heart of her enemy, and she has to get back what belongs to her.

REINA SUMMERS
"Five thousand dollars to babysit Alan King's grieving son over Christmas break. Enough to quit all three of your jobs."
"I... I'm sorry, I don't..."
"You can think about it. Contact me if you're interested."
The moment I perch on his lap to sign the contract, I know this is more than just a nanny job. Nannies don't wear cuffs or collars. They definitely don't choke on their boss's c$ck. Right?
ALAN KING
She's bright, loud, annoyingly delicate—and eighteen years younger. Yet all I can think about is breaking her in the filthiest ways possible. She doesn't belong in my world, but she's brave enough to step into it. Reina Summers is completely mine this Christmas, and I intend to unwrap every inch of her until she knows exactly who she belongs to.

Warning: This novel have matured contents.

Emma , a mute maid who have been serving Louise and his family along with her mother from her tender age got raped when she was 17 and treated badly by Louise. She moved out after louise got married and gave birth to two boys.

Moreover everything later turns upside down for Louise which made him to turn and start looking for Emma but it seems to be too late.

Will they unite again, what happened to Louise after Emma moved out of the house.

Find out as you read.

Amelia Reed thought marriage was supposed to mean love. Instead, her wedding vows bind her to Damian Blackwood, the cold, calculating heir of a billionaire dynasty. For him, their union is nothing more than a strategy: a contract signed in silk and diamonds, where her role is to smile for cameras and warm his bed at night.
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‎But what happens when a woman starving for affection finds it in the one man she should never want? Adrian Blackwood, Damian’s younger brother, offers her the kindness and attention she never knew she craved. His presence is a dangerous comfort, his touch a spark that could burn everything down.
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‎How long can Amelia balance loyalty and desire before the truth shatters her world?
‎What will happen when Damian, powerful, ruthless, and possessive, realizes that his perfect wife may belong to someone else?
‎And in a family built on control and betrayal, can a forbidden love ever survive the weight of shattered vows?

"I'm pregnant! And it's the prince's baby. I have to decide what to do. I've lost my job, and I can't go home because the press are like a pack of wolves outside my flat. And the whole world thinks I'm a giant slut."
When virgin waitress Holly is thrown into the playboy prince's arms, he lives up to his wicked reputation by bedding her—then casting her aside! Unknowingly to his he has planted his seed into her.
One month later. Holly is pregnant!
Casper is furious; to him Holly's just a scheming gold digger, but royal protocol demands he make her his bride! He wedded her by the royal command and promised to make her life miserable.
Innocent Holly has the wedding of her dreams. But with abandonment rather than adoration greeting her after the ceremony, what will become of their forced union?

#Memories disappear but feelings don't#

What happens if her ex is her boss and she has no idea it's him?

Will feelings bring them back together?

Join the journey of life with Anna to see whether destiny will take her back to HIM.

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Instalove alters the plan when an Army Ranger makes a calculated deal to wed a female rancher in a modern day marriage of convenience.    Army Ranger Tony Keaton is under a tight deadline. He’s got just 90 days to break ground, construct, and open the elite forces training camp he and his men have been planning since they left the military. The problem is his camp, which is on the grounds of the Purple Heart Ranch, needs access to the adjoining creek for their training exercises. Luckily, the stunning female rancher who owns that piece of land is willing to make a deal. Cattle rancher Brenda Vance is shedding ranch hands who can’t stand working for a woman. But she’s also bleeding money as she modernizes her property. To cover the debt of the technological advances, she agrees to sell the creek to Keaton. But the only way to cut through the red tape and transfer the land quickly enough to meet his 90 day deadline is to get married. Their iron-clad prenup protects her assets, but what will protect her heart? As Keaton and his unit of Army Rangers work the land with no problem taking orders from a woman, Brenda has dangerous dreams of this marriage lasting longer than the red tape requires. Dating isn’t on Keaton’s to do list, but a woman like Brenda makes him want to move love to the top of his priorities. Will these two stick to the deal and go their separate ways once the camp is up and running? Or will they change their plans and make this marriage of convenience last?

She saved him… and paid the price.
Kastura Reed is just a medical student, living in the shadows of a world she doesn’t belong to. When a near-fatal attack throws her into the path of Don Alpha Alessio Draven, the ruthless, dangerous first son of the feared Draven family, her life spirals into chaos.
Alessio cannot forget her, the omega who dared to defy fate and save a man everyone else thought untouchable. But Alessio is not a man who lets go.
Dragged into a world of power, obsession, and desire, Kastura must navigate a line between survival and surrender.
With Alessio claiming her as his… and his fiancée, and the secrets of his world closing in, she soon realizes that love and danger are not avoidable, and one wrong move could cost her everything.
Will she resist the man who controls her fate… or become the one thing Alessio can never live without?

Everyone says he loved me more than anything. So I chose to answer that love with death.

Forbes cover stories, tearful speeches at charity galas, shutting down Fifth Avenue every Valentine's Day just to watch fireworks with me. They said he ruled a business empire but would kneel in front of the entire world and call me his reason to live.

I used to believe it.

Until I discovered my perfect husband had built another home with another woman. A warm one, filled with laughter and his child.

So I chose to disappear the night the storm swallowed everything.

They say he spent three days on his knees at the cliff's edge, screaming my name into the black ocean. The man worth billions couldn't even find his wife's body.

When the rescue team recovered that burned-out car, he finally opened the safe I'd left for him. Inside was a positive pregnancy test and a divorce agreement that would never be signed.

By then, nothing mattered anymore.

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.

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.

The night Julian went public with the new cheer captain, everyone expected me to crash the party and completely lose my mind.

But the confession ended, and I never showed up.

What Julian didn't know was that at that exact moment, I was wearing his cousin's oversized shirt, sitting on the edge of his mattress, asking with perfect innocence:

"I just got your sheets wet. Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?"

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

For five years, my husband told me I was lucky. A human with no magic, no name, no worth — and he, the Dark Elf King, had taken me in anyway.
I believed him. I swallowed every insult in his court. I let his nobles call my son a halfbreed bastard.
Then he promised our boy he'd come to his fifth birthday, and instead he knocked him across the garden for biting the woman he'd been sneaking off to every night.
That was the day I stopped waiting.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I took my son and I erased us — our scent, our warmth, every hair, every speck of dust. As far as the world is concerned, we were never in it at all.
Three months later, he's on his knees outside the Celestial Sanctum, offering half his soul to any god who will find his missing wife.
He should be careful what he asks for.

This year was our sixth wedding anniversary. For the first time in six years, Kaelen finally agreed to go with me to Veyra City to visit my parents.
Six years. I thought he was finally swallow his pride and making peace with my family.
But late that night, as I stood outside our daughter’s bedroom holding a warm glass of milk, I heard them speaking inside.
"Daddy, Lorie said you're going to marry her mommy soon. What about Mommy?" Lisette’s voice was timid and small.
"It’s just a fake marriage, sweetie. Just to help Rosalind out," Kaelen chuckled softly. "Keep it our little secret, okay? Don't tell Mommy. If you promise, Daddy will buy you that Barbie Dreamhouse tomorrow."
I stood frozen in the hallway, the glass of milk cold against my fingertips.
Since he still clung so desperately to his past, it was time for me to take back the life I had thrown away.

I took my sister’s place to save my family. Now I am living a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister vanished without a word, I stepped into her world and became her… the wife of Rowan, a man people fear and never question.
Every day, I live a lie. His son, Dante, looks at me like I am his mother, and something inside me breaks every time he says in a low voice that l look like his mom. But not everyone is fooled.
Rowan’s family watches me too closely. They see what does not belong and they are waiting for me to slip so they can get rid of me for good.
I tell myself I can handle it. That I just need to survive long enough to protect the people I love.
But I am losing control. Because the man I was never meant to love is starting to look at me differently. And the worst part is… I think I am falling for him too.

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

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

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

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

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

The door opened.

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

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

That night I confronted Jack. He simply sighed:

"The truth? Is it really that important?"

How often was it that two madly successful brothers wanted to sleep with a nobody like me? They worshipped my mom-bod when my own husband couldn't.
They fought with each other to make me theirs. And all of this unleashed passion that no couple nor even a pornstar could reach - over a Christmas getaway.
Sometimes, working as a tour guide comes with its own 'troubles', I guess!


My body was on fire. The young blood, who claimed to be a singer of some sort, had his hand on the small of my back.
Sex with Raphael was anything but exciting. No foreplay, no kissing and no cuddling after boring sex.
But with this young, charming man named DYLAN, I felt excitement even before I guided him to my room. I quickly realized he was right next door - Dylan was my tour neighbor.
Dylan looked at someone and winked at them before closing the door. That was weird. But I was too dazed to realize it.
Dylan turned back to me, his piercing eyes gazing down at me. My body was tingling.
One look and I could see the man's toned body under his soft, spandex white tee. I bit my lip, accidentally directing the hormonal male's attention to my plump, pink lips.
"Are those rose petals...?" Dylan asked, biting his own lip. The sound that he made immediately after made my thighs clench. It sounded like the sexiest groan of a frustrated man!
What was that?

Harriet Walter once had everything wealth, power, and a future others envied.

Then she made a choice for love.

When forced to choose between an arranged marriage to a powerful CEO or losing her inheritance, Harriet chose the man she believed in Taylor. To prove her loyalty, she sacrificed everything: her family, her fortune, even the company that carried her name.

But love turned into ashes.

The man she gave the world for slowly lost everything, and Harriet blamed herself for his fall. She stayed beside him through humiliation, poverty, and regret… until the night he did the unthinkable.

With a single bet, her husband gave her away.

Now Harriet belongs to a man no one knows a silent figure whose face hides beneath the brim of a hat. A man who wins people the way others win money.

Running is impossible. She tried once.

She woke up in his bed… marked, watched, and surrounded by walls filled with her own photographs.

Someone has been studying her.
Someone has been waiting.

The question is not who took Harriet Walter.

The real question is… why has he wanted her for so long?

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

Twenty-two-year-old Scarlett "Scar" Justice thought she could hide forever behind fake names and stolen lives. But when killers track her to Chicago's deadliest neighborhood, she runs straight into the arms of the one man who could destroy her completely. Vincent "Viper" Capone is thirty-eight, ruthless, and heir to the most feared crime family in the city. He rules with bullets and blood, and his enemies don't live to see morning. When he saves Scar from assassins, he doesn't know she's the daughter of FBI Director Marcus Justice—the man sworn to bring down everything Viper has built. All Viper knows is that this mysterious girl with fire in her eyes makes him feel things he thought died long ago. As gang wars explode across Chicago and bodies pile up in the streets, their forbidden attraction becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where love is weakness and trust means death, their secret romance could start a war that burns the entire city to ash. When the truth comes out, Viper must choose between his family's empire and the woman who stole his heart. And Scar must decide if love is worth betraying everything she's ever known—or if some secrets are too deadly to survive.

Natacha, born into wealth, has always longed for the one thing money can't buy: her parents' love. Despite living in luxury, she's never shared a meal or heartfelt moment with them. Her world crumbles further when her parents divorce, shattering any hope of a united family. Feeling abandoned, she struggles to navigate life with a heart aching for connection.
On the other side of the city,
Alex Starks, a 30-year-old powerhouse of the underground business world, has everything—money, control, and power. But beneath his dominant exterior lies a lonely soul searching for someone to love, nurture, and protect. He dreams of finding the perfect partner who can embrace both his tender and controlling nature.
When their paths cross, sparks fly. Natacha’s vulnerability awakens Alex's instinct to care and dominate, while his unwavering confidence offers her a sense of stability she's never known. But as they draw closer, their individual pasts threaten to tear them apart.
Can Natacha open herself to trust again? And can Alex's need for control coexist with genuine love?
This story is about BDSM.

Natalie Taylor has one goal when she signs up as a companion at Dreams: to make a shit ton of money and get out fast. She's not looking for adventure or hoping for love and romance. But days into her moonlighting job, her quiet determination is shaken when she confronts her biggest problem yet—Levi Van Holt, heir to a mega-billion hotel chain and CEO of a gaming startup.

Levi is everything she wants in a man. Gorgeous, wealthy and generous to boot. There's just one problem. He's her new boss...

Harbouring a dark secret and nursing wounds from his past, Levi has one rule and one rule only for his companion: no falling in love. But with his desires continually tested, the more time he spends with Natalie, it doesn't take long for both their lives, real and secret, to converge, the lines between illusion and reality begin to blur, and the temptation to break his only rule becomes harder to resist.

© 2022 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers.

My twin brother and I were reborn at the same time.
In our previous life, he kicked me into the borderland overrun by monsters, while he went to enjoy himself in Radiant City, only to be exiled for his incompetence.
I reversed my healing power into killing techniques, building humanity's second-largest power amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only to be sacrificed in his jealousy, devoured alive by demons for seven days and seven nights.
This time, the carriage bound for the border stopped before me, and without hesitation, he pushed me toward the airship to Radiant City, eager to go to the border as the "savior."
Watching his impatient back, I almost burst out laughing.
Go, my foolish brother.
Do you think those bloodthirsty thugs of Shattered Stone Fortress would recognize you as their king without my self-created "healing backlash" in hell?
In this life, you'll stay in the hell you chose, and watch how I use healing magic to give this desperate world a "physical salvation"!

Lu Chen was supposed to die.
The empire remembers him as the cruel noble destined for execution. But now, a struggling writer has awakened in his body and the rules have changed.
[Sin System Activated.]
To survive, Lu Chen must feed on the envy, greed, lust, wrath, pride, sloth, and gluttony of those around him. Every sinful desire they feel fuels his power. But if he dares to be good… the system punishes him.
Now, Lu Chen doesn’t just play the villain he reinvents it. He manipulates, deceives, and dominates, turning the empire into a web of ambition and fear. Allies, enemies, even the heroine no one is safe from his calculated games.
Power is addictive, but Lucian is learning a terrifying truth: the system didn’t choose him to survive. It chose him to become the ultimate monster.
How far will he go when the villain refuses to die?

The voice in my head called itself the Favoritism System.
It said I was the false heiress, that the true daughter would come home and ruin me, and that my only chance was to steal everyone’s affection first.
I was ten.
So naturally, I cried and told my entire family.
Grandpa ordered DNA tests. Mom threatened to tear someone’s mouth off. My brother offered to drive me away in his toy truck.
The test came back positive: I really was fake.
But instead of throwing me out, the Vale family began searching for their lost daughter.
Twelve years later, they found her.
And the woman who came home was not the jealous true heiress the system had promised.
She was far more terrifying.

On the eve of our mating ceremony, Dante sold me to the blind, mad tomb keeper on the back mountain for a single coin.
The pack elder furrowed his brow. "Young Alpha, if you want to make that rogue Omega your Luna, you can simply break the engagement with Maeve. Maeve once risked her life to heal you. Throwing her to that cruel monster is going too far."
Dante replied dismissively.
"It's just a small lesson. Who told her to be so stubborn, refusing to step down and accept the title of concubine? Besides, it's her cold attitude that triggered Chloe's panic attacks."
"Lucian is an absolute lunatic. Give it three hours, and her mind will break. When that happens, she'll naturally be crying on her knees, begging me to take her back."
The elder sighed heavily. "Aren't you afraid she'd rather marry Lucian than bow her head to you?"
Dante scoffed.
"Impossible. She loves me to the bone. Even if she goes to hell, she'd save herself for me. Tomorrow, after the mating ceremony, I'll play her savior one more time. Once she's suffered enough, she'll be completely devoted to me."
I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply clutched that coin tightly and walked away without looking back.
The next day, when Dante frantically smashed open the cemetery gates, the rumored blind monster had me wrapped securely in his arms. And clearly branded on my neck was the fresh mating mark he had just bitten into my skin.
The high and mighty Young Alpha stood there, eyes bloodshot, his voice trembling as he demanded to know how I could be so heartless.

Here is the English translation, tailored to match the gritty, dramatic, and satisfying tone typical of apocalyptic revenge web novels:

In my previous life, I was drained to the bone by the so-called "Doomsday Evolution System," forced to watch as my best friend and fiancée stepped over my corpse to scavenge my supplies.

When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to exactly three days before the apocalypse. When that faint blue, glowing "cheat" materialized once more, I decisively took a step back, watching my enemies fanatically claim it for themselves. They thought they had grasped the key to ruling the doomsday. Little did they know, they had just swallowed a parasite that would devour its host.

Then, the extreme cold descended, and toxic spores blotted out the sky.

Using my knowledge of the future, I struck a deal with a female black-market boss, packing an underground bunker with tons of supplies and heavy firepower. Sipping hot coffee in front of the control room monitors, I sat back and enjoyed the show. I watched my enemies be systematically stripped of their sanity, sacrifice their companions, and ultimately degenerate into mindless, mutated lumps of flesh driven only by base instincts.

In this man-eating apocalypse, I refuse to touch any bizarre parasitic "gifts." Thick alloy doors and an endless supply of ammunition—that is the only true law of survival in the wasteland.

"I was bonded with an alien system that issued nothing but 'benevolence' missions.
Supply food to violent thugs, shelter the mutants, embrace the Zombie King, and share our planetary defense technology with the entire world.
It claimed that as long as we were merciful, the civilization could survive.
I nodded, then promptly tweaked the task annotations.
I laced the food with neuro-suppressants, turned the shelter into a bio-sample bank, and activated kinetic overload when I 'embraced' the monster king.
Sharing the tech? Sure—though every defensive line I shared came with a backdoor that I could trigger remotely.
When the system eventually tried to purge me, Professor Sarah retaliated by locking it inside the national supercomputer.
I rewrote its underlying code, replacing 'mercy' with 'absolute order.'
Earth remains a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but the global satellite network is entirely in my hands.
The system’s most crushing defeat wasn't being destroyed; it was staying alive, only to become my tool."