Novels by Author Rex

They say don't make deals with the devil. But what if it's the devil you know?

From sizzling encounters in the dark to the sweet torment of knowing they’re everything you shouldn’t want—each story leaves you breathless, craving more. These are the lovers who burn with a hunger so deep, it consumes them. The kind of love that’ll make you surrender to every whispered command, every touch that has you begging for more. Can you handle the heat, or will you fall into a love that’s too hot to handle?

He broke my heart once and I swore I'd never let Cillian Vercelli touch me again. Then one reckless night changed everything. Now my Alpha is pregnant with my child. For an Alpha like Cillian, carrying an Omega's child is more than a scandal. It's a humiliation that could easily destroy his reputation, his inheritance, and his place within the Vercelli Dynasty. So he decided to murder my baby to hide the shame. My baby? That's where I drew the line and all hell broke lose. Then he offers me a contract marriage with an ultimatum, a way to get me back I reckon. But I only wanted my baby. Marriage in exchange for the baby. And no one can ever know who's really carrying the heir. Living under the same roof was supposed to be temporary. Falling for him again was never part of the deal. Neither was discovering just how far my Alpha is willing to go to keep me. Or how far his family was willingly to get rid of me. Warning⚠️❗️ PLEASE NOTE; THIS IS A MXM OMEGAVERSE STORY.

Rosen sind rot. Seine Liebe fürchte ich. Er besitzt mich. Und meinen Körper ebenfalls. Daddys kleine Prinzessin, Mummys Liebling, aber das Spielzeug des Mafia-Lords. Er hat mich gekauft, mich beansprucht, mich zu seinem gemacht; Körper und Seele. Er hat mich befleckt. Ich bin jetzt auch seine Obsession. Ich gehöre ihm. Und er lässt mich das nie vergessen. Ich bin seine Gefangene, seine Medizin und sein Schmerz. Der Durst zu entkommen durchströmt mich wie ein Lauffeuer. Doch die Toxizität seiner Stimme, die sich in meinen Verstand eintätowiert hat, und seine Berührung, die sich in meine Seele eingeprägt hat, halten mich am Boden. Ich bin süchtig. Aber mit ihm war es etwas Dunkles und Verrücktes.

I died in my husband's arms. Not because he loved me. He hated me for being fat and ugly. He only needed my power. Two years into my contract marriage to Matteo Moretti, I caught my husband with another woman. My best friend. The confrontation ended with her dead at my feet and me begging the man I once loved to spare my life. He didn't. Matteo killed me. He stabbed me over and over again, killing our innocent baby before it even came into this world and then strangled the life out of me. I remember the coldness of the floor beneath me. The blood. His eyes as he watched the life leave my body. I remember every second. Then I opened my eyes... Two years earlier. Before the betrayal. Before the humiliation. Before I became the pathetic fat wife everyone in the Moretti family thought they could control. This time, I know exactly what is coming. And I refuse to make the same mistakes. The Morettis think they are buying a desperate American heiress. They have no idea what they've actually brought into their family. Because this time, I'm not marrying Matteo for love. I'm marrying him for revenge. But there's one problem I never accounted for. Raffaele Moretti. Matteo's older brother. The man I chose to work beside. The man who sees through every lie I tell. The man who slowly becomes the only person I trust. But I came back to destroy the Moretti family. This isn't a second chance at love. It's a second chance at revenge. And this time... I'm going to make them all pay.

Willow got bitten by a wolf and was rescued by an arrogant wolf who trained her and she fell in love with him not knowing he was her mate. But the secret kept from her turned out to be the reason an evil alpha werewolf desperately seeks her.

Roses are red. His love I dread. He owns me. And my body too. He bought me, body and soul. He tainted me. I'm now his obsession too. I belong to him. And he never let me forget. I'm his prisoner, his medicine and pain. The thirst to escape runs through me like a wild fire. But the toxicity of his voice tattooed in my mind and his touch imprinted on my soul kept me grounded. I'm addicted. But with him, it was something dark and crazy.

A blood sucking monster at full moon and a ruthless werewolf at day, she became an outlaw as her thirst for vengeance made her the most hated and wanted werewolf in Wrodromor. Enemy of the full moon, dreaded and feared, spreading doom. Can her beast be tamed with the love of a man?

They say the world ended the night the wolves rose. They’re wrong. The world didn’t end. It just stopped belonging to us. Humans weren’t wiped out. That would have been mercy. Instead, we were broken… turned into slaves beneath a new order ruled by power, blood, and fear. And in that world, I learned how to survive. A human slave. I learned how to hate. I followed the rules. I did everything right. Until they bought me. Five men. Five Alphas. Quintuplets. Five monsters I should fear… Each one more dangerous than the last. They fight for power. For the throne. For me. This curse screaming in my veins, that howl desperately begging to be released drags me back every time I try to run. I tell myself it’s the bond. That I want them but it's something I must refuse. Because this thing between us… it doesn’t ask for permission. No matter how hard I fight it… I’m already losing. But this was never a love story. It is war. And I’m the weapon they never saw coming.

Sie sagen, man soll keine Geschäfte mit dem Teufel machen. Aber was, wenn es der Teufel ist, den man kennt? Vorsicht! Das könnte dich deine Moral verlieren lassen, dich fragen, ob du jemals wirklich geil warst, dir deine Unschuld rauben.

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

“What do you want?" A smile played on his lips. “I'll tell you five things.” He slowly walked around me. I tried not look at him as I waited for whatever he wanted to say.