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At 5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.

From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.

From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to.

Rita Anderson walked smartly into the office building dressed in a grey skirt over a light blue chiffon blouse. Her jet black hair swished about as she responded to greetings from her staffs. She was the cynosure of all eyes, a typical example of beauty with brains. Not only did she come out with distinctions in school, she was also the best graduating student among her peers.

Rita was the daughter of one of Spain's most richest men, Lawrence Anderson. Lawrence was the chairman of the Anderson's group, a conglomerate that dealt with general merchandise and the beautiful Rita was a board member and also the current President.

At only twenty six years of age, Lawrence began his empire with a little income lent to him by one of his business associates. Steadily, he grew to become a force to reckon with in the business world. He was the ruler of an empire larger and more powerful than most countries.

He had no title or official position but was simply known as a business tycoon. He was one of the ten most wealthiest men in the world and his status was legendary. He could also boast of many assets he acquired over the years which includes large fleet of cargo ships, an airline, gold mines and newspaper agencies.

"This marriage is a lie, our relation is a lie, it's just a stupid contract."

He was a pro, in the game of lies he was a king. he pulled me to him by my waist like it was the most natural thing he did, I gasped lightly. Everywhere he touched my skin tingled, he held my waist possessively, like showing ownership in some weird way I liked it.

Erika Price has been married to Dimitri Price for almost four years, seeing that this marriage was going nowhere, she decided to as for a divorce. Yet unexpectedly, Dimitri rejected her.

I thought I was just renting my spare room to a perfectly charming gentleman, but I had no idea he was spending his nights buried in my dirty laundry. Oliver Clarke was the definition of safe. He had this boyishly handsome face, a disarming smile, and followed all my strict house rules without a single complaint. He was the kind of guy who bought me coffee and knew exactly when to give me space. But behind the closed door of his bedroom, the "golden boy" act dropped. While I slept just across the hall, he was pressing my stolen, unwashed t-shirt to his face, inhaling my scent like it was a drug. He knew the exact code to my front door. He knew the layout of my life. He was memorizing every single detail about me, watching my every move with a dark, suffocating obsession that he hid perfectly behind his polite grin. I thought I had finally found a quiet, peaceful life. But what happens when the monster living in your house decides that just smelling your clothes isn't enough anymore?


A rainstorm brings Del Teller face to face with Oliver Clarke—charming, persistent, and impossible to ignore. When he unexpectedly becomes her housemate, distance is no longer an option under the same roof.
Del knows better than to trust someone like Oliver… but the more she resists, the harder it becomes to stay away.
Because sometimes, the real danger isn’t falling into trouble—it’s falling for the wrong person.

Vera was always trying to strive in her life, but it became chaotic when she met the half-werewolf and half-vampire billionaire, Zachary. Her mind kept saying that he was a walking danger, but her body and heart told the opposite.

How long will she be able to stand against her own?

⚠️ WARNING!⚠️

This book contains mature contents, vulgar words, violence, toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers.


He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan. "You sure you don't want this? Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words",

She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth. "I hate you,murderer",

His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her. "Say it again",

She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly, as pathetic as it may sound. She gritted her teeth again and let out. "I said I hate you, murderer! I wish you would just die and-ahh!" She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there. "What are-ahh!" She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass.

"Count!" He growled.


At eight years old, Sophia Bennett watched Chase Romano, known as Il Diavolo, take everything from her. Her parents, her childhood, and her sense of safety.

Ten years later, as Sophia struggles to escape the shadows of her past, fate drags her straight back into his path. Chase takes whatever he wants, and now his obsession is fixed on her. But Sophia isn't the naive girl she was the night her parents died. As she is pulled deeper into his dangerous world, hatred begins to blur into desire, and the truth about her parents’ deaths starts to unravel.

As the Romano empire closes around her, Sophia must decide how much of herself she is willing to risk for the man who destroyed her childhood, and whether she is strong enough to survive the obsession he calls devotion.

Don't look. Don't want. Don't fall. She failed all three…

My best friend Tatum wanted revenge on her ex, Kyler Reed.

In thirty seconds, she rewrote my article—outing him as gay, accusing him of using drugs, and claiming he was secretly sleeping with my brother Chase.

Then she hit publish.

Fifteen minutes later, Kyler was dead.

They called it suicide. The town called me a monster.

They were wrong. Kyler didn’t jump.

He was pushed.

Two and half years later, I’m still Caldwell’s most hated girl.

Trapped in a forced engagement to a narcissistic asshole, suffocating under my controlling mother, secretly craving darkness I know I shouldn’t want.

Then one night, I ran into the pouring rain… and straight into him.

Kai Reed—Kyler’s older brother. Tall, lethally handsome, covered in rain and blood, brutally beating a man half to death with his fists.

One scorching look from those intense sea-green eyes and something inside me ignited.

Heart pounding. Thighs clenching. A dark, forbidden thrill I couldn’t suppress.

I didn't know he'd been stalking me for years.

I didn't know he once stood in my bedroom with a knife in his hand, ready to kill me…until he watched me try to end my own life instead.

I didn’t know that the next morning, the same man would walk into my class as the charming new guest professor—polished, charismatic, and watching me like I already belong to him.

Kai came back to destroy me.

But the way he looks at my neck, my long hair, and the little red butterfly pendant at my throat tells me his plans have changed.

The most dangerous thing I’ve ever done isn’t surviving this town’s hatred.

It's realizing I don’t want him to stop.

"Leave me," she whispered in a heavy voice.

"Never, Gattina," he spoke huskily while moving his fingers along her thigh, which made her shiver.

"I..I...am..m...not..y..yours," she stuttered, enjoying the havoc created in her body by his calloused fingers.

Suddenly he wrapped his sexy digits against her swan-like beautiful neck and squeezed but not hard to hurt her, but enough to make her feel wet between her plump thighs.

"YOU ARE MINE, GATTINA. ONLY MINE. I WILL DESTROY WHOEVER WILL SNATCH YOU FROM ME. I WILL MAKE HIS LIFE HELL. I WILL BURN HIM ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES. " HE shouted in a dominating tone.

She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure in her body from his dominance, and let out a husky sigh.

His eyes darkened in desire, " FUCK IT."

He smashed his lips against her and sucked the hell out of her pink petals. He was sucking and biting her, letting out his frustration on her beautiful lips...

Rita Anderson is a young lady who discovered that her parents made an arrangement with their friends to marry her to their friends' son. Something which is totally unacceptable by her. To Rita, she will not ruin her happiness for mere politics played by her parents and their friends because she's already in love with someone of a lower class, and she has made up her mind to stand on her ground and defend her love.

The only sure thing in revenge is the beginning, the ending is uncertain. The truth can surprise you in ways you could never have imagined.

A sequel to His Booty Call.

Tempest
He’s rude, mean, and looks at me like he hates me.
And I’ve only just stepped into his house.
Spending a year of travelling through impoverished places, trying to help people, should make handling Sargent Wolf—yes that’s his name—a piece of cake.
But even Maddox can’t deny that his father is an absolute douche. I’m only here for six months maximum before I get my arse back on the road.
I’ll just have to stay out of his way, and never suggest that he let me draw him naked.
No matter how badly I want to.

Sargent
If I’d known Maddox’s little Pest was female, I’d never have agreed to let her stay.
The last woman to sleep in my house was my ex-wife. I can’t live with a woman again and deal with them spreading their things everywhere. Not to mention their scent, tampons, clothes, makeup, and weird reading material. She has to leave; even if it’s me who makes her.
Though not at the expense of my son’s respect and love for me.
I can suffer her presence for a few months.
I’ve dealt with worse.
I just wish she’d wear a goddamn bra once in a while under her little white vests.
I’m a tits man and hers are completely off limits.

Standalone Novel.
18+

Vedika Sharma has spent her entire life standing on the right side of the law. As one of the youngest advocates in the city’s history to take down criminal empires, her reputation for fearlessness is unshakable — until she crosses Abhimaan Rathore.

A ruthless businessman with blood on his hands and secrets buried deeper than the graves he’s ordered, Abhimaan is used to getting everything he wants — and now, he wants her.

When Vedika’s investigation threatens to dismantle his empire, Abhimaan traps her in a dangerous game of power, blackmail, and obsession. Bound by forced agreements and a chemistry neither can deny, Vedika finds herself torn between hatred and a dark, consuming attraction she cannot fully explain — or escape.

As lines blur and trust shatters, Vedika must fight not just for justice — but for her own soul.
Because loving a monster has consequences.
And surviving him… might be impossible.

Her wedding day was meant to be the start of forever. Instead, it became the day her world collapsed.

Left at the altar by Advait, the man she trusted, Samaira was humiliated and heartbroken. Forced to rebuild her life, she finally starts to move on—until her family pushes her into another marriage with Aarav, a powerful businessman. She agrees, believing it will restore their honor.

But fate has other plans.

Advait returns—not to apologize, but to claim her. This time, he doesn’t leave her at the altar—he drags her to it.

Why now? Why after abandoning her, does he force her into his world? What does he want?

No longer the naïve woman who once adored him, Samaira fights back. She runs. She hides. But Advait’s power is all-consuming. He won’t let her go. Not this time.

As the battle for control intensifies, Samaira must face the truth: Will she break free, or will she be trapped in his ruthless grip forever?

Obsession. Betrayal. A war of power and love. Neither will surrender.

Click to enter this emotional rollercoaster, where control is everything—and love means nothing.

He married her for a contract. She loved him for real.
When struggling designer Amara signs a one-year contract marriage with cold billionaire Adrian Wolfe, she promises herself one thing — never fall in love.
But love doesn't follow contracts.
One passionate night changes everything… and when Amara discovers she's pregnant, she believes it will finally make their fake marriage real. Instead, Adrian divorces her. Accused of betrayal. Branded a gold-digger. Thrown out without explanation.
Heartbroken and pregnant, Amara disappears — raising her son alone.
Five years later, fate brings them back together. Adrian is now engaged. Powerful. Untouchable. But the little boy with her eyes and his sharp gaze?
He's about to shatter every lie. And when the truth explodes, Adrian must face the cruel reality: He didn't just lose his contract bride. He lost his family.


"Work. Design your little dresses," Adrian whispered, his scent of cold rain and power enveloping me. "But remember, Amara—when the cameras are on, you are mine. When we are behind closed doors, you are a ghost."
"I've always been good at disappearing," I replied, signing my name on the dotted line.
I didn't know then that the Ice King had a fire in him that would burn my world to ashes. And I had no idea that in nine months, I would be running for my life, carrying the one thing he told me I could never have… His heir.

The night Declan Ashford announces his chosen mate, everyone in the pack expects me to show up and fall apart.
I don't go.
What I do instead: I'm sitting on the floor of Cael Voss's dorm room in a training jacket that isn't mine, asking whether his mattress is filled with rocks. Cael is Declan's packmate at the academy. His equal in rank. His roommate. The last person I had any reason to call tonight.
I called him anyway.
Here's what he doesn't know: I'm not actually Beta. My real rank was sold before I was old enough to understand what that meant. I've been suppressing it for years.
Here's what I don't know: he's had something of mine under his pillow for two years. Something small. Something I spent three days looking for before I gave up.
Neither of us has said anything about it yet.

Eliza Harrington had encountered her father's colleagues before, but the stunning, half Italian Alpha Romano Alessandro Visconti left her at a loss for words. After a year and a half of being married, Romano became cold and distant. In desperate attempts to leave a relationship filled with both passionate intensity and cold hatred, Eliza finds the courage to request a divorce. However, before he can fulfilling her wish, Romano requires something in return: an alpha son an heir. one day Eliza eavesdrops on her husband speaking on the phone. Eliza is troubled by the fact that Romano's heartless behavior towards her seems to be influenced by the manipulative actions of her cruel father.
Eliza must find a reassuring truth about her husband, who refers to her as his cara, his beloved, despite his distant affection, amidst her anxiety.

He is the captain of the Frostfang Wolves. He is cold, famous and feared on and off the ice. I am just a new PR assistant trying to survive my first job at an elite hockey team. But everything changes the moment I meet Ryder Kane.

He is accused of a violent incident that could destroy his career and the team is desperate to fix his image. I am forced to work with him, even though he acts like I do not matter and pushes me away at every turn.

Then they make a decision that traps us together. We must pretend to be a couple for the cameras. It will be a fake relationship to save his career.

But Ryder does not follow rules and he does not pretend well. The closer I stay to him, the more I feel something strange between us. Something dangerous and impossible to explain.

Because every time he looks at me, it feels like he already knows me. And every time I try to walk away, something pulls me back to him again…

What if this fake relationship was never fake at all?

“Hate me all you want, Mackenzie…”
His lips brushed her ear, low and lethal. “But you’ll still beg to be ruined by me.”

She took his future with a single photo.
Now he wants everything from her—body, mind, control.

Mackenzie Lanka thought college would be her fresh start. New campus. New name. A shot at the internship of a lifetime. But when the dark, dangerous boy from her past reappears with a smile sharp enough to draw blood, everything unravels.

Tony “Anaga” Zacks—the ex-golden boy turned walking scandal—has one goal: make Mackenzie his. Not because he’s forgiven her, but because revenge tastes better when it’s slow… and dirty.

His deal is simple.
Pretend to be his girlfriend. Obey the rules. Don’t fall for the enemy.

But nothing about Tony is simple. Not his touch. Not his demands. And especially not the way he breaks her down with a look and sets her on fire with a single word.

Every kiss is punishment.
Every lie is layered in lust.
Every time she says no, her body says please.

As secrets bleed into obsession and the line between hate and want disappears, Mackenzie’s not sure if she’s his puppet… or his prize.

And the worst part? She might just love the pain he brings.

This isn’t a love story.
It’s a war of hearts, heat, and control.
And someone’s going to surrender naked.


You Ruined My Life, Now Be My Girlfriend—where hate fucks hard and love might not survive it.

Carlisle said that he would marry me when he became the godfather.
Gritting my teeth through the pain, I dug the bullet out of my arm and bandaged the wound out of habit. By the time I finished the whole process, I was already drenched in cold sweat from the agony.
The last candidate had been secretly taken care of by me ten minutes ago.
I returned to the dessert shop and hid the ring I had spent over a month designing inside a strawberry mousse cake.
Carlisle loves the cakes I make by hand the most. Tonight, I’m going to propose to him—I can’t wait for him to marry me anymore.
"Boss, one strawberry mousse cake, please make it quick."
I looked up at the customer who had just walked in and immediately lowered my head, afraid she might recognize me.
It was my stepsister, Karina.
"We’re closed. No cakes today."
Karina pointed at the cake I had just packed. "Isn’t there one right here? I’ll take this one. I’ll pay double."
I was about to refuse when Karina’s phone rang. "Sweetheart, why aren’t you back yet? Our son is getting impatient."
Karina put the money on the counter, grabbed the cake, and walked away. I didn’t stop her.
Because I saw the person on her video call—it was my fiancé, Carlisle.

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

For Joey, I shouldered the blame for a commercial crime and survived five years behind bars—alone, even through a miscarriage.

With only five days left on my sentence, his secretary flaunted a “bonus” transfer from him—521,314—and when I left one mild comment, she blocked me.

I got released early on Christmas, wanting to surprise my husband. Instead, I pushed open our bedroom door and found Joey and Betty in our marital bed, deep in their sick little games.

And then I overheard a phone call that shattered everything: my little sister, Sansa, hadn’t died from a surgical “accident” at all. Joey had bribed the surgeon and had her heart cut out—so his mistress could gain a werewolf’s healing ability and keep having some perverted sex on bed.

He lied to me, used me, murdered my sister—and still mocked me for I was nothing without him.

What he doesn’t know is that I’m the daughter of an Alpha. I cut my family off for him once. Now I’m taking everything back—divorce,

At Nico's funeral, the screen of the phone in my hand suddenly lit up, and I accidentally answered a FaceTime call from the Dario Falcone of three years ago.
On the screen, he was still wearing that faded leather jacket, the scar above his brow left from protecting me.
He was still a penniless bodyguard, clutching my ultrasound report with barely contained excitement, his eyes shining:
"Vittoria, isn't our baby adorable?"
"Do you think it's a strong little boy or a beautiful little girl?"
"No matter who he takes after, I'll protect him with my life."
I knelt on the cold floor, staring silently at him.
The Dario from three years ago sensed that something was wrong. The smile slowly froze on his face.
The next second, the heavy church doors were kicked open.
The priest's prayer came to an abrupt stop.
The Dario of three years later, the terrifying Mafia Don, strode inside.
His tailored suit was immaculate, while the bodyguards behind him roughly knocked over the wreaths lining the aisle.
He stopped in front of me, his voice cold and utterly emotionless.
"Vittoria, you actually staged a fake funeral for your own son just to get revenge on Colette. You really are sick."
I didn't look up or acknowledge his fury. I simply stared at the bodyguard on the screen from three years ago, the one who looked utterly bewildered.
Then, numb, I turned the phone around and pointed it at the tiny white coffin in the center of the hall.
Looking at the screen, I answered the man's question from three years ago.
"A boy. He was adorable, and he had eyes just like yours."
"But he's already dead."

Three years after my first love, a Mafia Don, handed me over to his enemies, he finally came to “rescue” me.
Not out of guilt—but because his daughter needed my blood.

Don Silas held me and cried as if his heart were breaking, saying he had thought of me every day.
How ridiculous—his wife Serena stood beside him, and behind them was their daughter, Ava.

I pretended to be moved.
Pretended I still loved him.
Pretended I was willing to be his daughter’s blood donor… and his second wife.

Only one person knew I was acting.
Underboss Liam—the only one who ever managed to get messages to me during those three years of captivity.

“I’ll find a way to get you out.” he said.

But on the day we planned to escape, the Gravoni family—the very people who had imprisoned me—arrived.

Their Don, Joe, looked at me with deep remorse.
“Vera, I’m sorry. Back then, I didn’t know… you were my late sister’s daughter.”

Now both families want me.

But all I want… is to leave alive.

"Silly girl, women like you are only for pleasure... So, serve your purpose."
He stopped right near my ear and completed his words seductively, "And satisfy me."


Zaviyaar Sheikh, a highly manipulative and savage mafia leader of the middle east had everything in his palm. Living a nonchalant yet risky life, nothing excited him until one day he met a tempting dancer.
Aalifa Niyaz, also known as Noor-e-Jaan.
At first it meant nothing, she was nothing but a prey but before he knew it. He developed an obsession towards her.
The woman who left him enticed to the point he was willing to break all his ethical boundaries just to make her his mistress.
To cage her from this world.
But, she was no easy prey. She would struggle till the end to save herself from the monster who set his eyes on her.
And, when Zaviyaar had locked his target, nothing could stop him either.

"Silly girl, women like you are only for pleasure... So, serve your purpose."
He stopped right near my ear and completed his words seductively, "And satisfy me."


Zaviyaar Sheikh, a highly manipulative and savage mafia leader of the middle east had everything in his palm. Living a nonchalant yet risky life, nothing excited him until one day he met a tempting dancer.
Aalifa Niyaz, also known as Noor-e-Jaan.
At first it meant nothing, she was nothing but a prey but before he knew it. He developed an obsession towards her.
The woman who left him enticed to the point he was willing to break all his ethical boundaries just to make her his mistress.
To cage her from this world.
But, she was no easy prey. She would struggle till the end to save herself from the monster who set his eyes on her.
And, when Zaviyaar had locked his target, nothing could stop him either.

Arya a simple girl from an orphanage with no idea of her real roots as a siren and Mar a siren hunter with a strong hate for sirens. They meet at a pub after he hears her sing and suspects she is the creature he has sworn to kill. But when she is endangered and his protective instincts arise, they form a strong bond. What will be their fate when they both find out what she truly is.

Abused. Tortured. f****d.

Who would have known that she is worth a million dollars?

Elia Dominic Morello, an experienced killer and also professionally known as someone who is in the Mafia. His dark stormy eyes have saw violence, his tanned rough hands have done violence and his perky full lips have said threats of death. He had gone through pain . . . suffering and all the possibility of making him stronger.

All her ever did was for the sake of his family and his loved ones. His selfishness was to keep them safe without having to deal with the possibility of dying, with each passing day but it all changed when he found the ONE.

Rose, beautiful yet prickly. She was like roses, indeed.
But, she was also the woman he'd risk his entire life for . . . no matter the circumstances

“Rough night?” a voice suddenly asked from behind me.
I didn't turn immediately as I wasn't sure what to expect. The voice certainly didn't sound like one that belonged in a bar like this.
I finally turned slowly and once I saw his face, my heart stopped. He doesn’t look like everyone else here. He doesn’t even look like he has ever stepped inside a place like this.
He was tall, handsome, and his body? Hot! But that's not all to him. He looked really controlled and intimidating in a great way that instantly sent shivers down my whole body.
“You look like you’re trying to disappear,” he chimed in, finally pulling me back to reality.
“Maybe I am.” I replied slowly.
“I should let you be then.” he retorted and that was it.
He didn't even smile or flirt, he just quietly took the seat next to mine. I've never seen a man respect boundaries that clearly. Most guys would have persisted and try to conquer but not him, and that single act, raised a thirst inside of me.
“I want this man!” that was the only thing that rang in my head as I stole glances at him through my corner eye.
I know it's wrong and I'm supposed to look away because of course, I'm engaged and shouldn't be talking to strange ‘handsome’ men. But tonight I’m not myself. I’m tired of being myself and tonight, I'm going to let loose and enjoy myself.

A billionaire romance with second chance love and heartbreak!
This story is of the struggle that Giselle goes through when the boy that captured her heart is the one that breaks her heart! The ups and downs that they face in their relationship. Forced into a contractual marriage, Colton shows averseness towards Giselle. He never showed her love nor any kindness. Giselle's love for Danny starts to fade due to his indifference towards her and things only get worse between them soon. At the same time, Giselle meets an old student of her father's, who also happens to be her childhood friend. Giselle decides to part ways with Colton but stupidly acquiesces to his request to have one last night of passion with him.
Follow their journey to see if Giselle’s decision to fulfil her first love’s last wish brought her sorrow or filled her life with happiness.

"You are a long way from home, little wolf."
"Stay back, I am not afraid of you."
"Oh but you should be wolf, I can be your worst nightmare." He took a step closer and that was when it hit him; the scent of her blood.

Aliyah has passed through three mating seasons but she was still left without a mate. Being the only child of the alpha, everyone was looking forward to who her mate would be as he would be the next alpha of their pack. But she seemed to have let everyone down while the moon goddess has forgotten her.
Not wanting to accept her fate, Aliyah sneaks out every night to different packs searching for the wolf worthy enough to be her mate while avoiding their nemesis; The Nightwalkers.

Prince Edward suddenly awoke from his slumber to find his mate, but he was not prepared for what was in store for him.

Blurb for “His Embrace”
She lost everything for him. He repaid her with betrayal.
Viola Chambers sacrificed her very essence, her ability to bear children, to save the man she loved, Harris. He swore she was enough, that his devotion was hers forever. But forever shattered on a Tuesday afternoon when she found him entwined with her own cousin, Clara—a woman whose triumphant smirk burned deeper than any knife. Two years vanish, along with Viola. Now, a woman forged in the fires of betrayal returns, stronger, scarred, and ready to face the ghosts of her past.
Can a broken heart truly heal? Or will the shadows of “His Embrace” consume her once more?

A bad boy's life is always rough and nasty. They want to live hard risky lives thinking its the best life they could ever live.

They gamble, smoke, keep chains of girlfriends and hardly listens to teachers in class.

They are mostly handsome and girl's rush them a whole lot.

So was the life of Wyatt, a highschool bad boy. He is the only child of his divorced parents and so spoilt. Coupled with a handsome face, tall height, athletic body and one of the best leading basket baller in his class. He can command a whole girls to his bed and a whole lot of his guys to a party since, he's a party freak. He is rough, rude and nasty like all bad guys.

AND A NERD??

They're always the object to be picked on in school. Mostly everyone in school hates them because they act as if they know all.

They hardly make friends too unless their fellow nerdies.
That was the life of Bella a highschool nerd. She find it hard to adjust herself to high school troubles so she always find herself being bullied by the bigger and stronger kids who find it funny taunting the poor nerd.

WHO'S A CHILDHOOD FRIEND??
Nicholas is Bella's childhood friend and her crush too.

She grew up to like him, he was growing tall, handsome and sweet. And supported Bella's dreams and for this, Bella couldn't help but to have a deep crush for him.

Someday, she decided to tell him how she felt about him, but he disappointed her and made her feel like she was a loner all along.
She couldn't bear being in the same school with him. So, she had a change of school to Wyatt's school.

When Beryl finds herself mated to the one person who had secretly planned to kill her, she could blame her father who had forced her to become a warrior in the first place.
A family feud that Ryder is not willing to let go of, seems to be the first step to his own death.

Because, if he has sworn to kill her, he must realize that killing her would kill him too.

Five years ago, Emma Holloway made the cruelest choice of her life—breaking the heart of the only man who ever truly loved her. She let him walk away without knowing the truth. Now? She’s broke, desperate, and hiding behind a fake name just to land a job.

Only it’s not just any job. It’s at Harrington Enterprises.

And her new boss?
Cole Harrington. The man she pushed away. The man who built an empire… and never forgot the woman who betrayed him.

Cole is colder now. Powerful, unreadable, and engaged to someone else. But when he sees her again—“Emily Grace,” as she now calls herself—he plays along. Smiling in public. Testing her in private. Pushing boundaries she’s too vulnerable to defend.

She needs the paycheck. He wants answers.
But neither of them are prepared for what happens when secrets start unraveling, and emotions long buried come roaring back.

Because Cole isn’t just back for business.

He’s back for closure.
Or revenge.
And maybe... her heart.

"You're using the embryo that you and Serena made and letting Wendy think that the children she's carrying are hers! Damn, man.I can't believe that you could do something like that to your wife." Adrian's friend said, sounding shocked.
"She deserves it," Adrian replied, followed by his friend's laughter. "She's the reason why Serena broke up with me back then."
What would you do if your husband used your womb to have children with his ex?
Wendy sacrificed everything for her marriage. She endured endless hormone shots, cruel whispers, and quiet humiliation, all to give her husband the children he wanted. When the IVF finally succeeded, she believed she had saved her marriage.
Until the day she overheard the truth. The twins she had fought so hard to carry were never meant to be hers. Her husband never wanted a child with her. She was nothing more than a surrogate in her own marriage.
Determined to find answers, Wendy stormed into the hospital. Fate delivered a twist no one could have seen coming: her husband was severely infertile. The IVF had failed. The babies growing inside her belonged to another man.
Wendy walked away with no tears and no second chances.
But Adrian, the man who once betrayed her, came begging for reconciliation.
"Wendy, we can fix this. We can start over."
Too late.
Because somewhere in the same city, Julian Harrington, the untouchable, relentless, and enigmatic CEO who rules the city's business empire, is searching for the mother of his twins.

After my mother abandoned me, I did everything to be the perfect "good pup" so I wouldn't be thrown away again.
I smiled as I drank the burning pepper-water my brothers tricked me with. I held out my bleeding hands to take my father's cruel beatings. Even when they locked me in a pitch-black basement to die of a blistering fever, I thought that if I was just 'obedient enough', they would finally love me.
But as I lay dying on that cold concrete floor, something inside me broke forever.
When I finally woke up, I couldn't speak. I couldn't smile. I couldn't even stomach the sight of them. I no longer wanted their affection, their toys, or their love.
And ironically, the exact moment I stopped caring if I existed to them at all... was the moment my cold-blooded father and ruthless brothers fell to their knees in tears, desperately ready to give me the world just to hear me call them family one more time.

When I woke up, I was locked at a round table, surrounded by four strangers.

A masked clown said: "Tonight there are only four gifts. The extra person... who could it be?"

The clown invited us to play a game.

The rules were simple—Liar's Poker.

Liars die. Those successfully challenged also die.

In the first round, the tattooed brute beside me lost and was dragged into the "Meat Grinder Ferris Wheel."

I heard the sound of his bones being crushed by gears.

The clown wiped blood from his hands, laughing: "Children who lie must be punished, you know~"

"Did you enjoy the game Penny prepared for you all?"

The moment he uttered "Penny's" name, everyone's faces broke out in cold sweat, because she had been dead for three years.

And everyone present... including me...

Remembered clearly.

Nine months pregnant and about to give birth, my husband Zane locked me in the wine cellar.
All because his widowed business partner, Elena, was also giving birth today.
"You almost made Elena go into labor early. You need to think about what you've done."
Agonizing contractions wracked my body. I dropped to my knees, begging him, "Zane, please─the baby is coming now! He will die!"
He just shoved me down the cold stone steps, his eyes icy cold.
"Stop lying! Your due date isn't today. You'll do anything for attention, won't you?"
"Tonight, only Elena's safety matters. You'll stay here until you admit you were wrong!"
The heavy wooden door slammed shut, snuffing out the last bit of hope I had left.
Hours later, Zane was cradling Elena's newborn son, calling the maid.
"Elena had a boy. I couldn't be happier. Let my wife out—I'm willing to forgive her little tantrum today."
But on the other end of the phone, the maid was sobbing.
"Sir... your wife and the baby... they're already gone."

His breath comes out sharp. “You’re so fucking full of yourself it's ridiculous.”
“You haven’t told me to stop,” I murmur.
His fingers twitch like he wants to hit me or grab me, maybe both.
He turns his head away like he’s trying to find oxygen, but I can see it, the flush in his neck, the pulse beating fast under my thumb, the way his body gives him away even while his mouth keeps lying.
I press my body into his, chest to chest, heat to heat.
“You want to hate me. Fine. Hate me all you want. But don’t fucking lie to yourself. Don’t pretend your cock doesn’t get hard every time I say your name.”
He groans, a sound caught between frustration and need.

Xander never meant to get involved. Two years ago he stumbled into an alley and locked eyes with a stranger beating someone bloody.
That stranger was Jax.
Since then, he's found himself thinking of the guy an unhealthy amount. He was a fantasy for two whole years...until he wasn't. Now they circle each other like fire and gasoline...sparking, burning, never quite touching without leaving marks. Xander isn’t used to being overpowered. But Jax dominates like he was born to, and Xander hates how much he craves it.
It’s push and pull. Bite and bleed. Want and denial.....
Jax hides behind silence and shadows. A violent past, darker urges, walls built out of barbed wire. But Xander keeps digging, keeps fucking showing up, and that scares Jax more than anything. Because Xander isn’t just scratching the surface.
He’s reaching in and pulling Jax apart. And the deeper they fall, the more dangerous it gets.
✨He was supposed to be a pastime. Not a craving. But some obsessions don’t burn out. They burn through.✨

Austin Sheffield—the all-powerful Lycan King, and the man who once made my heart nothing more than a wager.

When I overheard his lies with my own ears, I didn’t cry, beg, or try to hold on to him. I left behind everything he had ever given me and disappeared without a trace.

Six years later, I returned to his world under a new name, with my son, Sheldon, by my side.

I thought that if I was careful enough, I could keep my secret buried forever.

Until Austin stood before me again. He was still as powerful and dangerous as ever, still a man who commanded the unquestioning obedience of everyone around him.

And now, he was beginning to suspect the truth about the child I had fought so hard to keep hidden.

If he ever discovered that he had lost more than just me—that he had a son he’d never even known existed…

"We can't," I gasped, even as my body arched into his. "Finnegan, we—"
"Shut up," he growled against my skin, recapturing my lips. This kiss was slower, deeper, weighted with all the words we couldn't say.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. My lips were swollen, and my usually immaculate hair was disheveled. I was trapped between his body and the desk as I knew he was unwilling to let this moment end just yet.
"This changes nothing," I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction.
He smiled against my temple, a cold, knowing smile. "It changes everything, Ophelia. You just don't know it yet."

Ophelia tried every way to keep her distance from her boss as well as her ex-boyfriend while keeping her daughter a secret from him. Finnegan Shaw, being Ophelia's mysterious husband, had fallen in love again with Ophelia while refusing to let her off so easily after her betrayal six years ago.

When they face their true feelings, how would they choose? What awaits them is a wonderful yet unknown journey back to love.

The first birthday after we finally made up.

Shen Linze sent me a menu and told me to cook everything myself.

He invited all his close friends, plus the girl he was chasing, saying it was a birthday party for me.

On the long dining table were the stir-fried dishes I’d spent three hours rushing to make.

Shen Linze picked up a piece of sweet and sour spareribs and carefully held it to the girl’s mouth.

“Yaoyao, have a taste. I asked Su Qingyan to make them specially—they’re all your favorite dishes.”

The girl sitting in the main seat didn’t react at all.

Shen Linze put down his chopsticks and told the servants to wheel out a custom-made multi-layer cake.

“Do you like it? I designed this just for you. It has the place where we first met, your prettiest smile,
your favorite flowers, your favorite color purple, the wedding you’ve always wanted, and the initials of your name: ZY…”

Three months ago, I’d seen that exact cake design in Shen Linze’s office.

After he finished the design, he brought in several top pastry chefs from abroad and spent three months making it.

My birthday was coming soon, and I’d thought the “ZY” on the cake stood for the last characters of both our names.

I never knew it was just my own foolish wishful thinking.

A childhood engagement, two decades in the making. I crossed an ocean for the sole purpose of marrying the heir to the Russell family.

But they led me to an abandoned construction site—where a blood-soaked man was swinging a steel pipe, fighting off ten attackers at once. This, they told me, was "my fiancé."

Bankrupt. Drowning in debt. Scraping by in underground fighting pits. They said he was living like a dog.

Meanwhile, the real heir had his arm around another woman, sneering at me from across the room. "Some gold-digging country girl thinks she deserves me? Find a nobody with the same last name—that's the best she'll ever get."

They made us into a joke—the washed-up loser paired with the clueless village hick.

What they didn't know was that I held several championship belts.

What they also didn't know was that this little "con" of theirs had already begun to unravel the moment I set foot in this city.

He said, "I don't know you. Mind your own business."

Too bad. I'd already made it mine.

This marriage? I was locking it down.

Kayla Faye has spent years waiting for the right moment to tell her childhood best friend how she truly feels. She waited through tenth grade when he started avoiding her. She waited through eleventh grade when he left for college without saying goodbye. She even waited until the day before her graduation, convincing herself she was finally ready.

What she wasn't ready for was finding out Zayn Ponteris had been dead the entire time.

The grief shatters something inside her. And before anyone can stop it, Kayla does something no sorceress should be able to do—she travels back in time.

Suddenly she's fifteen again, standing at their end of year formal, with Zayn alive and right in front of her, completely unaware that in another timeline she watched his parents mourn him.

This time, Kayla is determined to save him. Except nothing goes according to plan.

Zayn has a girlfriend. And the closer Kayla gets to changing his fate, the more she realizes her powers are bigger and more dangerous than she ever imagined.

The supernatural world is closing in. The clock is running out. And the one person standing between Kayla and everything hunting her is the same boy she keeps bending time to protect.

Kayla has no idea what's in store for her.

Because when you bend time, fate bends back.

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

I had been Lucan Ferretti's wife for five years. I had also been the woman who took a bullet meant for him.
Four years of fertility treatments. Four years of empty rooms where a nursery should have been. Then, the day I finally get a positive test, I find something else: two secret sons, funded by my husband's money, waiting in a house I was never supposed to find.
Their names? The ones Lucan and I picked out together, years ago, in a hospital parking lot.
That night, I sat alone with the positive test still in my hand, memorizing the names he'd already given to someone else's sons.
I could have confronted him. I could have screamed, thrown things, demanded a divorce.
Instead, I find a text message. His mistress has already ordered a hit — on me, timed for our anniversary, dressed up to look like enemy retaliation.
She wants me dead before I can tell anyone I'm carrying his child.
Fine.
She can have exactly what she asked for.

At a young age, Catalena learned to love Ezekiel Montenegro. She was desperate, and she chased him.

She achieved the love she sought from him.

But one night, she made a mistake that destroyed all she had worked so hard to get an Ezekiel Montenegro.

The mistakes she committed were the beginning of her misery with him.

Seven years of deep affection, expectations with a pregnant belly, and all I got was his betrayal in marriage and false promises. I gambled my youth and sincerity, only to end up with an absurd scam. After waking up, we owe each other nothing and will have no more ties.