4191 Book(s) Related to under his crown on my terms

After my mother remarried, my stepbrother Logan bullied me nonstop every day. I lived in constant agony, isolated and helpless, forced to endure all the abuse alone.
When I was close to giving up, Logan’s best friend Noah reached out to me. He was sweet and caring, bringing me much-needed warmth. I latched onto him blindly, believing he was my only savior and my last ray of hope.
Yet his kindness was all a lie, a cruel trap planned by him and Logan. He gained my trust just to betray and hurt me. My last hope crumbled completely. Broken and devastated by their deception, I cut off all ties and left this painful place for good.

For six years, I wore Pack silver. I sold my blood. I scrubbed silver out of Pack den floors. I slept on a basement floor — all to pay off my mate's Pack debt and buy my brother's wolfsbane antidote.
Today, with the receipt finally signed, my brother looked at me and said:
"Seren, I was never poisoned. Our parents aren't dead either. The Rogue raid six years ago — I arranged it. The only wolf hurt that night was you."
My mate stepped up behind him: "I never lost my Pack rank either. I've been at the estate the whole time."
Then my parents — the ones I'd buried seven years ago — walked through the door.
The Pack physician had given me forty-eight hours left to live.
They were going to remember every single one.

My chosen mate used his Beta authority to give the entire moonbloom compound to his fated mate's daughter.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.

My Alpha was the one who started the fire—he lit it with his own hands, ready to burn his own children alive, just so his little mistress Beta Sasha could become Luna without a hitch.

I ran into the flames, carrying two unconscious pups on my back, and jumped from the fifth floor. My palms were scorched, skin torn, flesh charred.

I thought saving his “future heirs” with my own life might earn me a word of gratitude.

But when I woke up, the tribe’s medic looked at me coldly and said, “The Alpha is with Beta Sasha. She was... frightened.”

That was the moment I finally understood—I wasn’t his fated mate, not their mother, not even part of the pack.

I was just a vessel on their path to power. A body—if it didn’t burn, it could still be used.

In the fifth year of my mating to Alpha Manfred,his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Bell, was splashed across every tabloid in the territory.
Pregnant. Unmated. And accused of shattering another couple’s bond.
The rumors hit like a rogue’s ambush. But it was his reaction that truly gutted me.
“Jessica’s father once saved me, She has no pack, no family left. Everything she’s accomplished… she clawed her way to it. Alone.”
My fingers clenched tighter around the pregnancy test tucked away in my purse.
“And the only way to protect her now,” he continued, not even looking me in the eye, “is for me to marry her. To claim the pup as mine.”
A muscle twitched in my jaw. Goddess, my wolf let out a low growl inside me, begging to lunge forward and leave claw marks down his perfectly tragic face.
“And what about me?” I asked, barely more than a whisper. My voice cracked.
The Silver Claw Pack and the Eclipse Pack—my pack—had been allies for over a century.

On our wedding night, my wife said to me: "Lucas's family needs an heir, and I've agreed to carry one for them."
Seeing me trembling all over, she gently cupped my face and added softly: "It's just IVF—a way to repay their kindness. The entire process is medical, with no physical contact at all. Once the baby is born and the debt is settled, I'll have as many children with you as you want, okay?"
For the sake of our ten years of love and the debt of gratitude we owed, I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Until three months later, when I found her lying naked on our wedding bed, frantically making love with Lucas.

My own sister is my husband -Alpha’s mistress.

She needed a liver transplant,

So he killed pup.

What's even more ironic,

On the day I found out I was pregnant,

I ran into my husband accompanying her for her prenatal examination.

My pup is gone.

How can the people responsible for his death deserve happiness?

Feeling the new life growing inside me,

I will make sure they pay for their actions.

I was Sophia Corleone. The wife Michael kept hidden from the world. The woman who should have stood beside the Don. And the woman he left to die.
The Morettis tied me up at a dock on Long Island. With the last of my strength, I called my husband. My voice broke with terror: “Michael, please… save me. I’m at the Long Island docks. They’re going to kill me.”
But all I got was his impatient roar, “Sophia, are you lying for attention again? You’d make up something this pathetic just to get me home? God, you make me sick.”
The call cut off in my ear. And then the Morettis killed me.

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

After I was unexpectedly marked by a stranger wolf, it was considered a disgrace in our pack. My step-sister convinced my father to strip me of my hybrid wolf, but thankfully, I hid my healing abilities and left the pack.
A year later, to break the bond, I returned and became the new Alpha’s doctor.
My step-sister, now the new Alpha’s fated mate, used every trick to try and force me out.
But then I discovered a shocking truth—the fated mate the new Alpha had been searching for, the one he marked that night, his future Luna, was actually me?!

After I was unexpectedly marked by a stranger wolf, it was considered a disgrace in our pack. My step-sister convinced my father to strip me of my hybrid wolf, but thankfully, I hid my healing abilities and left the pack.
A year later, to break the bond, I returned and became the new Alpha’s doctor.
My step-sister, now the new Alpha’s fated mate, used every trick to try and force me out.
But then I discovered a shocking truth—the fated mate the new Alpha had been searching for, the one he marked that night, his future Luna, was actually me?!

Love! Is this word beautiful or deceitful? I am tired of hearing him say that soulless I love you and get back to his mistress, side-chick, or whatever. it is not like we are in a relationship or we are a couple. The relationship we are in is more than something which shouldn't be named.
I just want to be loved by him, physically and emotionally. I should be the one he is seeking whenever he feels horny, is it wrong to feel like this? But not for only tending to his wounds or being a shoulder to cry on. Maybe it's wrong to feel something for the man who never describes you as more than a friend but always looks at you like he wants to do things with you that friends shouldn't. What is so good about her is that he always ends up in her bed, maybe I never will know, and by asking I don't want to ruin whatever we have. but it's time to move on from Ezra Irwin and do something good for my life too. Come and follow Fay Moore and Ezra Irwin in their Life's Drama and know what will happen.

My boyfriend looks at me like I'm trash. Too fat. Too plain. My clothes are ugly. He never misses a chance to tear me down.

I thought he was just mean. Then his "good friend" Sophie spilled coffee all over our ten-thousand-dollar control board.

That board was three months of work. Three months of all-nighters, twice I passed out from low blood sugar. It was our entry for the National Robotics Competition. The deadline's tomorrow. Now it's gone.

I confronted Sophie, and he stormed in, pulled her into his arms, and pointed his finger in my face. "It's just a stupid competition. Did you really need to come at Sophie like that?"

Turns out he's not just mean. He genuinely can't stand me.

Seventeen-year-old Trish Carpenter loses everything the night her mother’s heart stops. With no family left, she’s taken in by her mother’s best friend, Miss Britney, who’s also a single mom, and moved into the Roland household so Trish can finish her senior year at Mthland High.

Her new home comes with a problem: Joseph Roland, Miss Britney's only child.

To the school, Joseph is untouchable. He’s the star quarterback, the golden boy, the king of Mthland High. But behind closed doors, he’s reckless, cruel, and far too interested in testing how much power he has over the orphan living under his roof. He treats Trish’s grief like entertainment and her presence like an invitation.

Now it’s war. Joseph is convinced he can make Trish beg before the summer is over, but he’s about to find out that being the school’s golden quarterback doesn’t guarantee victory, especially against someone who has already lost everything.

I was breathtakingly beautiful.

When I turned eighteen, I became linked to a system that let me share my beauty.

My younger sister, Chloe Bennett, spent an entire night crying under her covers because everyone in her class had a cruel nickname for her. Without telling her, I gave her seventy percent.

By the end of summer, she was the prettiest girl at school. I was someone nobody noticed.

Mom squeezed Chloe’s cheeks and beamed. “Look at you, all grown up. You get those looks from me.”

Then she looked at me and curled her lip. “You get uglier every year. If I’d known, I would’ve left you at the hospital.”

Later, Chloe said she wanted to be a star. I raised her share to ninety percent.

My family sold whatever they could to put her through a televised talent competition. Dad pointed at me.

“With that face, you can be your sister’s maid. Bring her drinks and stay out of sight.”

Chloe made it all the way to the finals and won the lead spot in the new girl group.

That night, she was trending.

[CHLOE BENNETT’S JEALOUS SISTER GETS PLASTIC SURGERY]

She wiped away tears for the camera. “My sister had surgery, and it went wrong. Now she yells at me every day, saying I stole her face. I’m scared she’ll cut me in my sleep.”

The comments called me a hideous freak. Someone posted our address, and red paint was splashed across our front door.

That evening, Chloe went live to thank her fans, the camera close to her radiant face.

“All natural. I got this face from my parents.”

Mom and Dad sat on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.

I opened the system panel.

[CURRENT BEAUTY SHARE: 90%]

Fine. If her parents had given her that face, she wouldn’t need mine.

I was taking it back.

She never saw it coming. After five years of marriage, it took a DNA test to blow everything up.

The son she raised from birth? Her husband's kid with his ex. And somehow, both of them knew the whole time and said nothing.

It gets worse. She overheard her husband's actual plan: wait for the ex to come back, then push her out of the company "nicely" and hand her five million as a goodbye gift.

Five million? She single-handedly kept that company alive, pouring in her own money and connections to clean up his messes. And that's all she's worth?

She was done. She wanted everything back that was hers.

The ungrateful kid? She's over it. The husband chasing his first love? Good riddance.

But the moment she walked away for real, both of them came running back.

"Baby, please. Just give me one more chance."

She didn't even look up.

My wife was forced to don a wedding dress to marry my sworn enemy, while my three-year-old daughter was locked in an iron cage suspended above the raging sea.

And I, the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Blackwater Fleet, was forced to wear a dog collar, kneeling on broken glass and licking up red wine like a crippled stray dog.
All because embedded in their necks were biological bombs, the detonator held in the hands of my enemy.

The elites of the entire island ruthlessly mocked my cowardice, trampling me underfoot in ultimate humiliation.

That was until the climax of the maritime wedding, when my enemy smugly pressed the detonator, only for the collars to flash a safe green light—the full-frequency signal decryption was complete.
Amidst the dead silence of the crowd, I snapped the forged steel chains binding me and slowly stood tall.

The next second, ten nuclear-powered submarines violently breached the ocean surface, and tens of thousands of heavily armored death squads descended from the sky.

Looking at my enemy, now terrified to the point of incontinence and shattering his own knees to frantically kowtow and beg for mercy, I picked up that very dog chain and slipped it around his neck.

At the magic academy’s party, I overheard my werewolf boyfriend in the lounge saying he was going to destroy me.

"Alexander, her magic core is merely experiencing a temporary disruption. According to the academy infirmary's suturing protocol, her magical output will fully recover in three days. Why did you lie and tell her the core is necrotic and must be dug out?" the school doctor asked.

My werewolf boyfriend's deep voice was as cold as silver salt scraping across glass—

"If she doesn't drop out of the Magic Scroll Championship finals, how can Vivienne win?"
"I cannot let her destroy Vivienne's dream!"

I froze in the shadows of the corridor, my fingertips going numb.
It turned out that the love I believed in, the protection and the future he kept promising me, were nothing but him treating me as an obstacle to his childhood sweetheart's success.

If that’s the case—

I don't need this man anyway!

My mafia husband has a childhood sweetheart. Whenever she or her son needed anything, he would eagerly rush to their aid.
This time, when our son Noah suffered from acute retinopathy and desperately needed his signature for surgery, he claimed she was in mortal danger and couldn't leave.
Because he wasn't there to sign the paperwork, Noah ultimately went blind.
Yet later, on his sweetheart's Instagram, I saw that he was just dining with her and her son...

"NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER let anyone other than me see you in such little clothes. Have I made myself clear tesoro? "
His husky voice dialed down by an octave as he spoke directly into my ear, making me shudder. His hand held firmly unto my hips as he pressed his bare chest against the thin covering of my black laced push up bra, forcing my back against the cold wall, goosebumps spread all over my olive skin.

He steps back and I inhaled sharply, realising I hadn't been breathing.
....
Jasmine Scott;
is a brown haired olive beauty, with a curvy body, slender waist and full chests. The epitome of beauty.With a troubled childhood full of hell Jasmine is suffering currently with the burden of her parents choices, drowning in the abyss of her demons.
Damon Blackwood; Is a self made billionaire, handsome, the most sought out bachelor in the whole New York city, drop dead gorgeous would best describe him. He is the sole owner to the Black's Empire, being only 27,Damon is not your ordinary billionaire.
Whatever Damon Black desires, he gets.
And the same goes for Jasmine Scott when he lays eyes on her for the first time, his desire and passion is directed to her and only her.

With the demons threatening to come back to haunt Jasmine, will she be able to get rid of them? She can't deny the unmissable force that's pulling her to Damon, every single time things turn upside down whenever he's around, she looses her composure and becomes vulnerable. When a contract binds the two together for six months, what happens when their sparks fly? The sexual tension rises...

Will Damon be a possible obstacle for Jasmine's freeedom? Or will their fiery passion ignite her dark skies?

Meet Emily Wentworth. Since the death of her father, she's been living a home life full of abuse. It's remained a secret for years until she meets the town's bad boy, Jake Melvin. It doesn't take long for him to figure out her secret.

Emily is suddenly thrown from one world of danger and uncertainty into another. The two teens ride the rollercoaster of love, unbelievable betrayal and heartache.

“I’m no saint, and I’m far from perfect—but I’d die for you if it meant you wouldn’t leave me.”
Annie saw a murder she wasn’t meant to see.
The man responsible should’ve killed her.
Instead, Dylan Xavier made her his.
Now she belongs to the most feared mafia lord alive—
and escape may cost her more than her life.

Rated 18+

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.

Stephanie, a 25 years old woman, was left heartbroken when her finance, Roberto marries her best friend on her wedding day.

Devastated, she found out that her father used her as a collateral and she was unexpectedly approached by Alessandro, a ruthless Italian Mafia leader.

He proposes a contract marriage offering a deal; marry him and help him secure the post of the Mafia leader, after the death of his father the former Mafia leader in Italy.

After many tortures, Stephanie agreed but deep down, she doesn't love Alessandro. As they navigate their arranged marriage, Stephanie must confront her past heat break and learn how to trust again.

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.

Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.

Securing employment proved to be challenging, and her responsibilities as the primary provider for her small family added to her burdens. She had to support her brother's education as well as cover expenses for her mother's medical condition.

She resorts to becoming a stripper out of desperation, ensuring her religious mother remains unaware of her shameful occupation.

Her life takes a surprising twist when she is presented with a great chance to become an actress. The main male character, Raul D'Amano, is incredibly attractive and despite being married, the protagonist cannot help but feel drawn to him.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 '𝐬𝐢𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃'𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

"Our marriage hasn't even begun yet but you want to end it"

"That's not what I meant"

"When we take our vows it's till death do us apart"

Lia Anderson's father was met with a heart disease, but she didn't have enough money. A handsome stranger agreed to help her, But under one condition.

" Marry him"

Lia has no other choice but to marry him. But why does he seem to talk about her like he knows her?

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.

For centuries, women born with silver eyes have been hunted and executed.

They are called Ashborn, descendants of an ancient magical race blamed for destroying the first kingdom.

Twenty-one-year-old Mara Veyne has spent her entire life hiding the silver ring around her pupils. She knows what will happen if anyone discovers the truth.

They will kill her.

Then soldiers burn her village.

Mara watches people she loves die.

Something inside her breaks.

Hundreds of dead bodies rise from the ground.

And the man who witnesses it is Prince Ronan Vale, the kingdom’s most feared royal executioner.

He has spent his entire life hunting Ashborn.

He should kill her.

Instead, he takes her to the capital alive.

Because Ronan knows something Mara doesn’t.

The Ashborn were never destroyed.

And the ancient goddess blamed for the kingdom’s oldest war may not be dead.

She may be waking inside Mara.

Lysander’s ex-girlfriend, Evangeline, suggested a hiking trip. Out of obligation to me as his fiancée, he brought me along.
We got lost in the woods and trespassed onto the territory of his half-brother, Orion.
When Orion pointed a gun at us and forced him to choose—
In my past life, he chose me.
As a result, Evangeline was sold to a rival, Matthias, and was tortured to death. I spent the rest of my life bearing the full weight of Lysander’s hatred.
In the third year of our marriage, I lay in a hospital bed after a miscarriage. He stood coldly beside me and said, "Now you know how it feels to lose the love of your life."
Reborn into this life, as Orion’s gun points at me and Evangeline once again, I make the choice for him.
I’m leaving the chance to survive to his true love.

I got paid to test-sleep an heiress's fiancé.
One problem: he's my boss.
Bigger problem: I've been catfishing him online for six months—as his fiancée.
Now I'm pregnant. And he just called my real name.

As a regular student, I never expected to fit into the world of trust fund kids. But this real estate heiress reached out to me, said she'd show me how the other half lives, even promised to introduce me to New England's most powerful heir.

I thought she'd be my friend. Thought she actually cared. I even fell for him.

Until she framed me for stealing confidential school files. Until he said, "Just a scholarship kid. No one's gonna miss her." That's when I understood. I was never more than their toy.

They tore up my textbooks, stuffed dead rats in my locker, spent six months tormenting me online and off. My mother couldn't take the vicious comments. Her heart gave out. And me? After I completely broke down, they drove me to the coastal cliffs.

Ice-cold water flooded my nose and mouth. Suffocation dragged me down into despair. I hate myself for being weak. Hate them for their arrogance. Hate this rotten system that treats people like me as disposable.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night she pushed me toward him.

This time, I won't be fooled.

"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.

"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.