Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream

Joanna wakes up from a dream six months before the apocalypse. In her dream she lived 5 years into the apocalypse before she was sold to an enemy base by her mom and sister after they betrayed her. She decides to rewrite her ending by upgrading her secret storage space and building an elite team of fighters who will battle zombies, gain superpowers, and keep her from becoming an experiment to the enemy base.

Meet My Brothers

Mia Bowen accidentally marries the heir to an affluent family. On the day that she finds out she's pregnant, he gives her a divorce agreement.The fake heiress takes over Mia's marital home, and her mother-in-law is disdainful of her for being poor and powerless.Then, six handsome and wealthy men descend from the heavens.The first is a real estate mogul who's determined to give her a hundred villas.The second is a scientist who researches artificial intelligence, and he gives her a limited-edition driverless car.The third is a renowned surgeon whose hands are the tools of his trade. He cooks for her daily.The fourth is a talented pianist who plays for her every day.The fifth is a well-known lawyer who takes the initiative to get rid of all her anti-fans.The sixth is an award-winning actor who publicly announces that she's the love of his life.The fake heiress boasts, "These guys are my brothers and cousins."The six men refute her in unison, announcing, "No, Mia is the true heiress of our family."Mia goes on to have a great life with her baby as she enjoys the boundless affection and doting of her six brothers and cousins.Yet a certain man gets anxious because of this. "Mia, how about we remarry?"She smirks. "You should ask my brothers and cousins whether they agree."Four more gorgeous men descend from the heavens. "No, there are ten of us!"

The Luna Queen's Rebirth

On her deathbed, Ellie found out that her powerful Alpha King husband, Dominic, wanted her stepsister Vivian instead of her ever since they were teenagers. Not only had he betrayed her love, but he had eagerly crowned Vivian as his Luna Queen even before her death. But fate decided to give Ellie a second chance. Reborn at eighteen, Ellie is done being the stupid girl who always chased after Dominic. However, she didn't expect that Dominic would also change, and it seems that what happened in her past life was not that simple.....

Let’s Divorce. Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice.

Three years of marriage. Three miscarriages. The day Stella Rowan lost her baby for the third time, Evan Wright was at the hospital with his sister-in-law, waiting for her to give birth to twins. When Stella walked out of the hospital, she finally made her decision. She handed her soon-to-be ex-husband a divorce agreement. “Let’s divorce. It’s for your own good.” “Divorce?” Evan scoffed. “You really think you can let go? And if you’re trying to hold on to me, don’t dress it up as doing me a favor. That fake concern is pathetic.” Stella just smiled. She didn’t argue. She turned and walked away. She really was doing it for his sake. After all, she’d found a new backer. Even though Evan sits atop Harbor City’s financial empire, he’s about to meet someone he can’t afford to cross. Once she cut ties with the past, Stella stopped pretending. One by one, her new identities came to light, leaving the Wright family completely stunned. Wasn’t she supposed to be the girl with no family backing, the easy target everyone bullied? A multinational CEO said, “Stella, get divorced already. I’ve waited long enough.” A financial tycoon declared, “Divorce. If you don’t, I’ll take the Wright family down.” An international lawyer smiled and said, “The divorce itself is easy. Stella, if you’d just look at me once, I’d have everything I need.” Evan had always believed Stella would never leave him. Not until the day he realized she had become someone far beyond his reach. In that moment, every assumption he’d ever made about her collapsed.

The Apocalypse Survival Manual

An apocalypse driven by natural disasters. Survival of the fittest. Typhoons, floods, deadly cold, scorching heat, earthquakes, tsunamis, insect plagues, acid rain… After struggling through three years of the apocalypse, Nicole Floyd met a brutal death. Miraculously, she woke up and found herself three days before it all began. Nicole seized the advantage to reclaim her storage space, flipping the switch on full-on stockpiling mode. She shopped until she ran out of money, and her storage was packed tight. She also looked for the dog that had saved her life once before. She sharpened her knives, stacked her supplies, and took care of unfinished business. She paid back every debt, whether owed in blood or in kindness. And then, disaster struck. Her right hand gripping a knife and her left stroking the dog, Nicole pressed on through the ruins of a world without order or morals.

My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret

Gianna Toricelli has spent her whole life surviving. Surviving a father who taught her what fear looked like. Surviving a home where love always came with conditions. Surviving the kind of wounds that never leave scars anyone else can see. Trust isn't something she gives. It's something she buried a long time ago. Then her mother marries into the Capone family. Overnight, Gianna finds herself trapped inside an empire where power is inherited, secrets are currency, and every man is more dangerous than the last. None more than Raphael Capone. The brilliant mind behind the Capone empire. A man who can predict everyone... Except her. Raphael was never supposed to become her weakness. He was supposed to remain a mistake. A secret hidden behind locked doors. A line neither of them could afford to cross. But stolen nights become impossible to forget, hatred blurs into obsession, and every lie they tell pulls them further into a relationship that could destroy them both. Because some secrets are worth killing for. And theirs is sleeping in the bedroom across the hall.

Mafia's Sinful Desire

"W-What are y-you doing here..." Her soft voice lets out in quiet shock. He enjoys that dulcet melody of her feminine voice, as he closed the door behind him, bolting it without looking away from her. Fearfully, her gaze trails behind him at the door before connecting with his again. She grows rapidly angered. "Get out of my room!!! How dare you?! Get out!!!" He suppresses the urge to chuckle at what he perceived as her adorable fury. Instead, he manages to grasp it with a deviant smirk. “Not unless I get what I want..doll face." "I'll scream!" She bellows, her hands clutching at the duvet around her. He strides forward and grabs the smartphone sitting atop the dresser in front of her bed. He easily slips it over the top of a high shelf, far from her petite reach. Then he turns to her and replies smoothly with a hint of derisiveness. "Scream all you like, princess...I've given the entire staff a day off.." She stares at him with the briefest of puzzled looks, and he finds her incredibly adorable in her contemplation. He felt his ar*usal increase and the next words fell huskily out of his mouth. "It's only you and I..ALONE.." Her innocent tourmaline eyes lock with his fervent sapphire ones. "W-What d-do you want ?" Her frightened voice barely above a whisper. His eyes rove over her figure in a degradingly suggestive manner. He provides a crude answer. "Why, of course to claim you, kitten." her face drains of color as she stares at him in repleted horror. He was unfazed by her stiffened posture and frightened expression. All he could do by his eyes was drink in her natural beauty like a man who'd gone days without water.

My Tormentor

“You really think you can leave me?” The sinister glint in his eyes paralyzes the breath in my chest. “No,” I answer, the taste of betrayal bitter on my tongue. “You will keep me alive only until my heart bleeds dry. Until you break me completely... and that is when I’ll leave you forever.” Alejandro Genovese only smiles—a dark, merciless curve that seals my fate. Four years ago, he vanished after my quiet confession, leaving behind nothing but an ominous dragon ring. Today, he returned with masked enforcers, tearing me from the daylight and chaining me to his empire . He is no longer the guarded classmate from my memories. He is the devil of the Cosa Nostra, a lethal tyrant who rules through fear and feeds on pain. He does not want answers. He wants complete submission, forcing me to watch my own undoing until I forget what peace feels like. Every command is a cage. Every touch is a reminder that I am his captive. I promised myself I would survive this nightmare, but looking into the hollow gray of his eyes, I realize the brutal reality. The man who once made my heart race is now the tormentor tearing my soul apart. *** Follow me on Instagram: @authorpria

SIR

By day, Nora Ellis is nothing more than the quiet secretary to one of the most powerful CEOs in the city. She has spent a year secretly lusting after David Reid, the cold, untouchable billionaire who barely seems to notice her. But when night falls, Nora is the Mistress of The Red Room, a private club where powerful men kneel at her feet and beg for her attention. Her two worlds have always remained perfectly separate... until David walks through the doors of The Red Room. He doesn't recognize his secretary beneath the red wig and mask. And Nora intends to keep it that way. But David Reid has secrets of his own. And when Nora finally discovers who she has allowed into her bed, she realizes she hasn't just fallen for her boss. She's fallen for a man capable of destroying anyone who threatens what belongs to him. Including her. (Not your typical Boss/Secretary romance)

The Mafia Boss’s Silent Bride

Amber has pretended to be mute since the car crash that killed her stepbrother and stole her stepsister’s hearing, guilt-bound by her mother’s one rule: she doesn’t get to be the one who’s fine. When her stepsister Isabel vanishes the night before her wedding to ruthless mafia boss Nikolai Volkov, Amber is handed over in her place. But Nikolai already knows she’s not the bride he was promised, and he married her anyway. What Amber doesn’t know is that he orchestrated the swap himself, and that his silence hides an obsession years in the making.

Kidnapped by the Russian mafia

Aurora Monroe thought she was saving her best When ruthless Russian mafia boss Nikolai Volkov gives Aurora an impossible choice, she willingly takes Whitney’s place, believing she is protecting her from something far worse. But Aurora quickly discovers there was never really a choice. Nikolai wanted her all along. Drugged, kidnapped, and hidden inside a remote mountain estate, twenty-two-year-old Aurora awakens chained in an underground cell with no idea where she is or why Nikolai is so determined to keep her untouched. For eight terrifying days, she is starved, isolated, and left wondering whether anyone will ever find her. Then she meets Aleksandr Volkov. Nikolai’s older brother. A tattooed, violent mafia enforcer Aurora privately names the Brute. Aleksandr is everything she should fear. He is dangerous, unpredictable, and loyal to the very family holding her captive. He makes one thing painfully clear: if Aurora escapes, he will find her and bring her back. But Aleksandr is also the first person inside the Volkov estate who remembers she is human. He feeds her. Protects her. Stops when she says no. And when he begins questioning why Nikolai has been watching Aurora for far longer than anyone realized, Aleksandr discovers his brother may have plans for her more horrifying than either of them imagined. Aurora knows she cannot trust her captor. Aleksandr knows caring about her could make him betray his own blood. But as hatred becomes understanding, fear becomes dangerous attraction, and the walls between prisoner and protector begin to crumble, Aurora discovers the greatest threat may not be falling into the hands of the Russian mafia. It may be falling in love with the one man she was supposed to hate. Because Aleksandr Volkov might protect her from every monster in his world- except himself

The Mafia Don Dark Obsession

Lily Robinson, a fiercely independent but desperate 22-year-old orphan, signs what she believes is a high-end escort contract for quick, life-changing money. Instead, she finds herself trapped as the exclusive personal live-in companion of Gerald Maldovo — the ruthless, enigmatic kingpin of one of the most powerful mafia families on the East Coast. What begins as a purely transactional and coercive arrangement slowly evolves into a dangerous, addictive, and emotionally charged relationship filled with power play, obsession, luxury, violence, and forbidden intimacy.

My Step Daddy

Story of Rose and Josheph steamy love story with taste of betrayal, Suspense and thrill. "I was waiting for this moment Princess" He whispered in my ear giving goosebumps. "D..daddy" I stuttered. "shhhhhh.. baby, you trust me right?" He asked. Mature Content This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental."

Damaged

Dragged to a party by her best friend Meme, Lala has a chance run-in with the local biker king Spin, who ends up saving her life when she almost drowns, only to take over and destroy it! When she meets Jonny upon his departure from the Navy, Spin is forced into redemption! Will Lala choose the good guy or the bad boy?!

Falling in love wasn't the plan

New book: Alpha's moonborn mate is OUT now. Read it today8-) _____ “You know what Amara; you should never kill your desires. If you want to kiss someone just kiss them… don’t look at their lips like this!” he arched an eyebrow and stated naughtily after catching her staring at his mouth intently. They were studying in an empty library. Amara shuddered when his hands slowly encircled her waist and pulled her close. And before she could understand what was going on, he latched their lips. Oh damn… she was being kissed by the school’s most wanted guy, Alex Ragnar!!! ~~~ He was the famous football captain. She was the topper of the class. However, she was unnoticed among the group of hot sassy cheer leaders who dominated the female population. Everyone remembered her name only during exams, yeah— everyone, even the ones who never knew she existed in the class. He was one of them. This year, before the final exams, he became friends with her like any other student— for seeking her help and notes. But before the year ends and even the results are out, he'd realize that falling in love wasn't in the plan!

Fake Dating My Ex’s Rival Hockey Captain

My ex publicly denied our relationship, called me delusional, and kissed another girl in front of the entire campus. Overnight, I became the joke… the pathetic girl who couldn’t take a hint. So I kissed the one man Logan hates most. Cassian Leonidas Alexandris. His rival hockey captain, campus menace and the last person I should trust. When photos of me leaving his apartment send the internet into a frenzy, I propose a deal: fake date him and help repair both our reputations. It should have been simple. Except fake kisses start feeling real and my jerk ex suddenly wants me back. And the terrifying hockey captain who’s supposed to be pretending keeps looking at me like he’s already won. The problem? Cassian Alexandris has never lost a fight. And I’m starting to think he has no intention of losing me either.

I am chubby but I'm his obsession

He was the campus god who had everything. She was the invisible girl holding onto nothing. Simone Liverpool is college royalty—the star athlete from a billionaire dynasty, used to a world of pristine status and superficial perfection. Chrysler Davii is just trying to survive. Drowning in grief after losing her father, dealing with a painful battle with PCOS, and constantly broken down by her mother’s cruel comments about her body, Chrysler has built a wall around herself that no one can penetrate. When a mandatory photography project forces them to partner up and road-trip across state lines, the campus scoffs. Simone’s friends mock the pairing, and Chrysler braces for a journey of humiliation. Simone is furious that his curated life is being disrupted. But out on the open highway, away from the toxic noise of the locker room, the lens shifts. Simone starts seeing the breathtaking girl behind the camera. Her grief calls to his protective instincts; her quiet resilience becomes his undoing. When he overhears the verbal abuse she faces from her own family, his frustration turns into a dark, fierce possessiveness. Simone doesn't just want to win the project—he wants to consume her world, protect her health, and destroy anyone who ever made her feel less than magnificent. He was supposed to be her worst nightmare. Instead, he’s about to become her darkest obsession.

The Revenge On My Biased Family

The Revenge On My Biased Family (The Day the Truth Outweighed the Blame) ​ BLURB ​ I spent my 18 years with my family only to be called a Foolish Product, A Bully Sister, A disgraceful daughter, and a selfish member of their Smith family. They always abused me for my Irish twin sister, Ashley Smith, who was born with poor health. She was always their priority, while second place was taken by our elder brother, Paul Smith, who was like the worst nightmare for me while being a knight in shining armour for my sister. We were both sisters born from the same womb with different destinies. While I was treated with lowly disgust, she was living her dream life. I was hurt and broken but still endured everything, thinking one day they would accept me as her. But on my 18th birthday, they asked me to apologise to my sister for the item she stole from me. I had enough! I refused to bow my head for her anymore. I didn’t want them to choose me anymore, and I lifted my head confidently. “Apologise over my deathbed and after taking my necklace.” My words left them trembling and dazed; for the first time, I smiled with pure victory, witnessing them crumble with rage and real defence. Finally, I acknowledged that what mattered most in my life was not their validation but my own ‘Will’. The Will to make decisions fearlessly, to live, to treat myself fairly even when the whole world is against me and the choice to fight for my self-respect!

The Boyfriend Switch: A Change of Heart

I go to my boyfriend after hearing about him flirting with his college senior. On the way there, I get into an accident and suffer from temporary memory loss after a head injury. He hurries to the hospital but points at his stoic dormmate and claims he's my boyfriend instead. He wants to use this to get rid of me. I'm unaware of this, so I hold the handsome dormmate's hand and look at him with bright eyes. "So, you're my boyfriend." Later, I regain my memory but still want to be with the handsome dormmate. I want to sever ties with my boyfriend, but he breaks down.

Forever Loved, Like Day One

In my sixth year with Nathan Bennett. "Nathan, I'm getting married," I said. He jolted, suddenly snapping back to reality, looking somewhat troubled. "Hannah, you know the company is at a crucial point with our financing. I'm not in the mood to..." “It’s okay,” I replied, my smile calm and composed. Nathan misunderstood. I was getting married, but not to him.

No More Todays Like This

On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping Jake Thompson would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, Jake was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them a lifetime of happiness together. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, Jake stood before me, his eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, “May you always have a day like today, year after year.”

The Cage He Called Love

Alistair Graves stopped at nothing to have me. He drove my family into bankruptcy and forced my fiancé to marry his sister. I would rather shatter than bend, so I threw myself from the attic window. The fall did not kill me or cripple me, but it took every one of my memories. So he lied to me and told me we had been in love. For the next five years, I lived on the private island he bought for me and played the obedient Mrs. Graves. Then this Thanksgiving, he said something had come up and he could not spend the holiday with me. I wanted to celebrate with him, so I secretly took the speedboat into the city. Outside a private room at a members' club, I saw him with his arm around Scarlett Delacroix, the hottest actress of the moment. She appeared bright and bold as she laughed, exactly like the woman I had been before he destroyed me. Someone teased, "You're skipping Thanksgiving at home? Aren't you worried your precious wife will get upset?" Alistair kissed Scarlett's cheek and said carelessly, "The moon is prettier left up in the sky. Once you actually get your hands on it, you realize it's nothing special."

I'm Done Being Ignored

There were only three of us in the group chat, yet somehow, I was always the one left out. At first, I didn't think much of it. Life was busy at times, right? Besides, Kendra Thatcher had been my girlfriend for seven years, and Josiah Lehmann had been my best friend for eighteen. The thought of either of them deliberately ignoring me had never even crossed my mind. Or at least, that was what I kept telling myself. That morning, I messaged our group chat. "Hey, how about we take a trip to Cedarvale?" Neither of them replied. Hours passed, and my message just sat there, unanswered. … That evening, Josiah suddenly shared a video of some delicious-looking food in Cedarvale. "Gosh, it looks divine!" he wrote. Kendra replied almost immediately. Just like that, they started chatting away as though my earlier message never existed. Before long, they'd exchanged over ninety-nine messages. Seeing them so excited, I figured I'd try asking again. "So, are we going to Cedarvale or what?" The chat went quiet, and neither of them replied. Something about that bothered me more than usual, so I started scrolling through our old messages. The further back I went, the more I realized this wasn't anything new. Just yesterday, I'd mentioned that I was thinking about quitting my job because I was completely burned out. Neither of them had said a word. But the day before that, Josiah had posted a shirtless gym selfie, complaining that all his hard work wasn't paying off. "Oh, shut up. Those abs are ridiculously hot," Kendra had replied. They went back and forth until midnight, yet the moment I suggested we all grab dinner the next day, the conversation stopped. The funny thing was, I actually ran into them at a restaurant the following evening. They were having dinner together. Then, there was the movie Kendra had mentioned last week. She'd shared the trailer in the group, and Josiah immediately said he wanted to watch it. I chimed in, telling them I'd love to go too. Again, neither of them responded. … A few days later, I casually asked Kendra about the movie. "Oh, Josiah and I already watched it," she replied, acting like it was no big deal. Looking back through our conversations, I couldn't believe how many times I'd made excuses for them. I'd told myself they were busy, that they'd forgotten to reply, and that I was probably overthinking things. But now, it was painfully obvious. They weren't too busy to reply. They just didn't want to respond to my texts. I stared at the screen for a long moment before muting the group chat. I didn't leave, confront them, or send a long message demanding to know what I'd done wrong. I was simply exhausted from always being the one trying to hold everything together. … A few days later, I finally quit my job. That same day, my phone lit up with a notification from the group chat. For once, someone was actually talking to me. It was Kendra. "Xavier, my mom keeps asking when we're getting married. Josiah's worried about you, too. Why aren't you answering?" By the time I saw her message, my plane had already landed in Dunridge. I opened the group chat and typed, "You two seem to have plenty to talk about. I shan't interrupt." Then, I sent another text. "Cheers to being single!"

Dreams of Betrayal

Ever since I was a child, I could enter the dreams of the people closest to me. However, I could only do it three times in my entire life. I used my first chance when I was ten. In my father's dream, I saw him holding another woman and telling her he had fallen out of love with my mother long ago. Heartbroken, I ran to tell my mother everything. Three months later, they divorced, and I moved in with her. I used my second chance at sixteen. In the dream, a wealthy man held my mother's hand and promised to marry her. He had only one condition: she could not bring along her unwanted baggage. He was referring to me. The next day, my mother left me $30,000 and disappeared without a trace. Two dreams. Two losses. Both times, I had lost someone I loved the most. After that, I swore I would never use my final chance, not even if it killed me. Fortunately, I met Jade Smith in college. We had dated for ten years and been married for five. I thought we knew each other better than anyone else in the world. Recently, she had been sleeping poorly. She kept her phone glued to her hand and often looked at me as if she wanted to say something but could never bring herself to. I wondered if something had gone wrong at her company. I was also worried that she might be sick. On our wedding anniversary, I finally gave in and used my last chance to enter her dream. However, I saw no signs of bankruptcy or a terminal illness. Only one person appeared in her dream: the new intern at her company. When he worked late, she braved the rain to bring him an umbrella. When he had a stomachache, she searched half the city for medicine. When he casually mentioned wanting to see the ocean, she took him there countless times. In her dream, he asked her, "If you weren't married, do you think you could ever fall for me?" She remained silent for a long time before finally nodding, her voice thick with tears. I jolted awake, my eyes wet and cold. That was what my three chances had been for. Three dreams, three people I loved, and three times I was destined to lose them. Only this time, I would not wait for her to walk away from me. I would be the one to leave first.