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The Alpha King's Mind-Reading Maid

What if an omega servant can hear the inner wolf of the ruthless Alpha King—when no one else can, not even the king himself? Will it be a secret that save her life… or destroy her?

Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Three years into her marriage to Caleb Hampton, Sydney Wilson finally learned the truth: the woman he loved was his sister-in-law. On the night his brother died, Sydney saw Caleb's true nature. At the funeral, she did not even flinch when Caleb took a slap meant for his sister-in-law. She always knew he had married her because she was quiet, obedient, and easy to control. She proved it, even in the way she left him. No dramatic fights. No tearful confrontations. Just a divorce quietly signed, sealed, and hidden. What Caleb didn't know was that they were already divorced. Sydney had stopped being quiet and was already seeing someone else. The day Sydney's breakthrough cancer drug took the world by storm, she received accolades and glory. Everyone cheered—except Caleb, who dropped to one knee, his eyes bloodshot with desperation, begging for a second chance. But a possessive arm wrapped around Sydney's waist, declaring to the world, "Sorry, but she's getting married. To me."

His Plump Mate

***This is 4 books in one!*** “Let’s get this over with, I have things to do. Just so you understand, I need a strong and BEAUTIFUL Luna by my side. I, Alpha Cullen Niles, of the Ironclaw Pack, reject you, Rebel Lawson, as my mate and Luna.” Instantly, my chest feels like it is ripped open and gutted. The pain is the worst I’ve ever felt. But I refuse to show pain in front of Alpha Cullen. I stay rigid and force my face not to react. Roxie is howling in desperation, because she wants her mate and he just rejected us, causing her immense pain too. The sooner I accept, the sooner we can move on. “I, Rebel Lawson, accept your rejection.” It was like a final death blow. I see Alpha Cullen grab his chest, taking deep breaths. Then after a couple of minutes he stood straight up. I still haven’t moved. “You will not mention this to anyone, do you understand?” As much pain as I was in, I couldn’t muster up the strength to say yes, so I just nodded. “Good, I can’t have people knowing I was mated to such a she-wolf.” With that, he turned and walked away. I turned and went back to the lake, sat down next to my guitar and then the barriers crumbled. I held on to my chest and cried for hours. Roxie feeling weak from the rejection, retreated to the back of my mind. She was still talking to me, but it was much quieter. I felt so incredibly alone. Fated mates were supposed to love each other, no matter what. He was supposed to protect, cherish and love me. However, I never felt more unwanted and alone.

FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé cheating with my cousin. Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth. Then I find out my grandmother is dying. This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too. Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy. That's when Simon Hart—my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation—makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal. "Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You’re tired of everyone pitying you. I’m rich as hell, handsome as hell, and charming as hell. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he's right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings s*x. No jealousy. No expectations. Just s*x. And it worked perfectly. Right up until everything went completely off the rails.

The Wife He Threw Away

Claire’s world shatters overnight when her husband’s ex _ the glamorous actress, Eva Sterling _ returns. Her husband’s affair explodes in the public and a scandal exposes her supposed infertility to the world. Humiliated, betrayed, and abandoned by her husband, Lucian, Claire discovers the truth: Eva forged the reports and faked a pregnancy to destroy her marriage. But when Claire returns, not as the quiet housewife, but as a brilliant attorney in the courtroom, Lucian is the one begging. Fate has other plans and their love story is far from over.

CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

Tormenting Her Innocence

Standing against the corner of the wall, her entire drenched body was shivering, both in fear and cold. Her arms were tightly wrapped around herself. Her head was downcast. "Didn't I warn you not to step out of this house without my permission?" A shiver ran down her spine, hearing that intensely rugged voice questioning her. She didn't answer, not only just because she was a mute but also because she didn't know what to answer that person before her. Her shivering turned vigorous when she heard those heavy footsteps coming closer to her. That tall sinewy figure towered her. "You know what will I do to you if I have to repeat my fucking self again," She slowly took her head upward, hearing his threat. Her teary golden brown eyes met with his icy blue ones. His words immediately reminded her what he had done to her last night. Anger and hatred brimmed up in her watery eyes, and she didn't even need to use her words to tell him that. Her tears told him the intensity of her hatred towards him after what he had done to her last night. His jaw clenched. His nefarious gaze hooded. Grabbing her fragile neck with his brawny palm, he pushed her against the wall more and hovered her. "You consider me as a monster, don't you?" Hearing him whispering those words in her ear, her heart froze in terror, realising the worst things he was capable of doing to her. He gripped her neck tightly, causing a tear to slip down from her eyes. He leaned closer to her face, causing their noses to rub against each other. "Then tonight I will really become one for you and will torment this innocence of yours, Kaya Haiden……."

Flames and Roses

"Shayari if you're expecting anything from this Nikkah then don't because this Nikkah is nothing but a compromise to save your dignity. I won't be able to give you any rights on me or love that a wife deserves but I will be loyal with you that I assure you. I won't cheat ever but if you dared to cheat on me I won't think twice before shooting you in the middle of your eyes and after a time period I will divorce you as well don't worry we won't be married for forever." He said emotionlessly Well great start for your married life isn't it?He is talking about divorce on the wedding night itself. Note the sarcasm please " I don't expect anything from you, no love, no rights, nothing. This marriage is a big scandal in my life and nothing else.And I'm not a slut that I will cheat on you. I have no interest in that thing. Think yourself free from my side and one more thing if you want you can keep relationships or sleep with others I don't have a problem with that.Anyways, who is interested in you, not me at least. Do whatever you want. And now if you're done with your clear explanation then excuse me I am sleepy and need my beauty sleep because unlike you I sleep at night like any other normal human being "I said and looked at his face.. ***************** Arhaan is like flames dangerous and has the power to burn someone into ashes Shayari is like Roses soft fragile yet full of thorns to protect herself. What will happen when this both will be tied together in an unwanted marriage?Will love bloom between them or the flames will turn the roses in ashes?

Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]

(18+ Explicit Content) Buy me.” My voice rings clear through the room. "Buy me and I will serve you until my purpose is through. Buy me and save me from death.” Dante merely laughs at me, "Why should I save you? I'm no hero, girl. You've stepped into a 's den and you're committing yourself to me.” I don't budge, fighting through the urge to cower before him. “I'll give you one chance to walk away, Atwood girl. If you don't, you will be mine and no one can save you from me.” But that’s exactly what I need. Not a hero, but a monster who could tear the world down and bring my sister back to me. I would sacrifice anything for her, including my freedom. Jean Atwood was at the top of the world. A perfect life for the perfect daughter of the esteemed and powerful Atwood family. But one mistake turned her life upside down and brought her family's name to the ground. Drowned in debt after her parents' deaths, Jean must find a way to free herself and her beloved younger sister from slavery.

THE CRIME LORD'S OBSESSION

Tatyana Petrov was never meant to be his forever. She was meant to be his payment. To end a brutal mafia war in Kazan, an innocent woman is offered in marriage to Nikolai Markov, the city’s most feared crime lord. Their marriage is a transaction, not a union. She becomes his possession, protected by his power and imprisoned by his rules. He keeps her at arm’s length, determined to use her to settle old debts and avenge his clan. But the more he resists her, the more she becomes something he cannot afford to dispose of. She becomes the quiet center of his chaos and his weakness he would set the world ablaze to protect. As danger closes in, his loyalty is torn apart by a truth that changes everything: she is not his enemy’s blood… but his own. Bound by a marriage meant to end a war, they must now choose between honor, power, and a love that was never meant to exist.

The Don’s Veiled Captive: Bound to the Midnight Mafia

Catarina Rossi has lived a lie for five years, wearing suits, binding her chest, and taking on the identity of her dead twin brother,"Leo," to survive inside the brutal Solitro Crime Syndicate. Recognized as the underground’s most lethal safe-cracker, Catarina’s world shatters when a high-stakes vault heist goes wrong, throwing her directly into the hands of Lorenzo "The Midnight Don" Vane—the cold-blooded ruler of the rival Vane Empire. Interrogated in Lorenzo’s dark basement, Catarina expects a bullet. Instead, Lorenzo strips away her male disguise in a single, breathless move. He already knows who she is. Knowing her ruthless uncle betrayed his father, Lorenzo gives her a ruthless choice: sign a one-year syndicate contract marriage as his fake bride to flush out a treasonous mole, or watch her remaining family be executed. Forced into Lorenzo’s fortified mansion, Catarina must play the submissive mafia wife by night while sneaking out as "Leo" by day to run black-market intelligence. But as fake touches ignite real, explosive 18+ passion, secret pregnancies, resurrected dead lovers, and family betrayals turn their fake contract into a deadly game of survival.

Bound To The Enemy's Heir

Lyra Vance’s beautiful life shatters when a car crash steals her parents and leaves her an orphan. Taken in by a fake savior who steals her inheritance, Lyra is reduced to an unpaid hungry maid,caged in a nightmare of endless abuse. With no money and nowhere to escape, her fate takes a terrifying turn when her guardian’s massive debt attracts the attention of the mafia. To clear her four-million-dollar debt, Victoria sells Lyra off as human collateral to Dante Valerius. A cold, ruthless, untouchable, feared heir to the city's most dangerous syndicate. Now Lyra belongs to him. Just when she thinks she has entered another cage, Dante sweeps her away to his fortified estate and promises her absolute protection. But the deeper she falls into his dark world, the more secrets she uncovers. Because Dante didn't buy her out of pity. Creeping into his private study at two in the morning, Lyra discovers a blood-stained ledger with a horrifying truth: Her parents were executed on orders from Dante’s father. The man who promised her protection is the son of the man who took the most precious thing from her. As a deadly syndicate war begins and a long-buried past comes back to hunt them, Lyra realizes something terrifying. The ruthless mob prince who owns her body might be the only man standing between her and a bullet. And in Dante Valerius’s world, Love can be just as deadly as revenge.

Living With The Player

Camilla is a decent girl by the books — The greatest bad thing she did was burn her own home. The other complication in her life is a secret that includes Dylan Emerton. What's absurd is that Camilla is compelled to move into Dylan's house, the alternative is being homeless. Being this close to him is futile. Camilla thinks back to her past. His touch. The pain that ensued. But Dylan doesn't. Not even in the slightest. How long will it take before their past traps them? And of what good is the undeniable attraction to each other.

Stalking Aaron

Aaron Morris had it all. Good looks, a beautiful girlfriend, good grades in college. He only had one problem. He was being stalked by a red-haired nightmare otherwise known as Bella Davis! She was the bane of his existence, a thorn on his side who won't leave him alone no matter what. Will he ever get rid of her or will she continue to annoy him with her unrequited love?*This is the spin-off of The Ugly One but can be read as a stand alone novel. However, I recommended you read that one first :)*

Crushing on Your Majesty

"I don't do relationships Miss Williams. I don't love. I just fu**. Is that what you want fom me so that you stop following me?" His straightforward question made her turn hundred shades red,the word he used enough to lower her gaze and burn her insides in a new swirl of emotion. "No" She manages to whisper.To only have him dip his face closer to her. "Then stay the fuc* away from me Miss Williams. Because I am only going to break your heart." Stepping back from her,he was going to leave when he stops in his tracks listening to her reply. His fists clenching. "This is what I like the most about you Your Highness." "Your honesty."

My Childhood Enemy Is My Mate

Just one mistake broke everything between two childhood friends, Aria and Kael. Five years later, they discovered they're fated mates. Would they fix their mistakes or would they rather remain enemies?

100 Fantasy Collections

Some desires are too dangerous to resist. Kindly choose the story you're much interested in. Behind closed doors, secrets awaken, forbidden attractions ignite, and hearts are tested by temptation. From irresistible strangers to complicated lovers, every night holds a new secret, every touch carries a risk, and every desire has a price. One hundred stories. Endless temptations. Secrets that refuse to stay hidden.

Almost Honest

A scholarship student fakes a relationship with the school’s golden boy to secure her future only to realize the life she’s chasing might not be hers to claim, and the boy she used might be the one person she can’t afford to lose.

Eight Years to Goodbye

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

A Farewell Gift of Death

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

After I Died, My Daughter Dialed His Number

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"

Your Dream Girl Can Have You

While we were picking out wedding rings, the sales associate brought out a diamond ring. Hiram Lanford handed it straight to Chloe Bennett. It fit her slender finger perfectly. Hiram stared at it. "Size six," he told the associate. "Order that size." I held out my hand. "I'm a seven. That won't fit." He frowned. "Your hands are about the same size. As long as it looks good on her." His buddy laughed. "Come on, Emma. Cut him some slack. Everyone at school knew he had a thing for Chloe. Let him live the dream." Hiram didn't deny it. "Don't read too much into it." I smiled. 'If she was his dream, he could have her.'

My Fiancée Faked Her Death—But I Really Died

The night before our engagement, my fiancée, Yvonne Gomez, died. The police said her car had crashed through a guardrail and plunged into the river. All they found was a bloodstained watch. The entire Gomez family blamed me. "If she hadn't gone out to buy you a wedding ring, none of this would've happened!" "You're a living curse! Wasn't getting your parents killed enough? Now, you've killed your fiancée too!" Ernie Young, a junior she had gone to school with, played her final voice message as he cried. "Don't die for me. Go live a good life." I held her watch and kept vigil at the funeral home for three days. On the fourth morning, I put on the white suit she liked best and went to the river alone. Then, I downed a bottle of poison. "Yvonne, I'm coming to marry you." I had just climbed over the guardrail when cheers erupted under the bridge. Ernie ran up to me, clapping and laughing so hard that tears rolled down his face. "I won! I knew he would come! Yvonne, he fell for it! He was really going to jump into the river to keep you company!" The crowd parted, and Yvonne stepped out holding a bouquet of roses. Her white dress was spotless, and it hurt to even look at her. She turned to Ernie first, her voice indulgent. "Happy now? No more games after this." Ernie put an arm around her shoulders and asked smugly, "Don't I get some credit for testing how much he loves you?" "Of course." She smiled and nodded. "You liked the wedding ring I picked out, didn't you? You can borrow it for a week." Only then did she hand me the roses. "Surprised? Ernie was just upset. He felt like you were taking me away from him, so I went along with it this one time. You don't mind, do you? You've proved you love me. Now, we can go back and get married." I finally understood everything. The accident was fake. So was the recording. It was all a prank Ernie had come up with to appease himself. And Yvonne had personally allowed him to put my life on the game board as a bet. I shook my head as a sharp pain shot through my stomach. "It's fine… There's no going back…"

Tonight I Quit Playing the Devoted Fool

Everyone thinks I agreed to marry Wendy Quinton out of gratitude and to fulfill her grandfather's dying wish. Little did they know, the real reason I gave in was that her features resembled my first love, Zara Langston. Despite knowing that Wendy is hopelessly in love with Zachary Shaw, the man who killed her father, I still chose to have faith in her. But my foolish hope vanishes when I catch them tangled up in bed again in our marital home. With half of her clothes undone, Wendy leans against Zachary's chest, smiling shamelessly. "You should know your place. I've already done you a huge favor by not taking things all the way with him." This isn't the first time. Zachary has already claimed every inch of her body over and over again. Gripping her waist, Zachary chuckles. "Once the two of you are married, we'll finally be able to take things all the way. I can't wait." They think I'm a fool who will put up with anything. But unbeknownst to them, I have already uncovered the truth. Wendy's grandfather, Edward Quinton, didn't suddenly fall gravely ill. Zachary was the one who left him in a vegetative state. Then, a week ago, he pulled the plug on Edward's ventilator and killed him. I don't make a scene. Instead, I simply slip my wedding ring onto Zachary's ring finger. "In that case, I wish you two a lifetime of happiness together." I'm done lying to myself and playing along with their little charade.