Acotar Rhys Novels & Stories

Despite being the Daughter of the Beta of the BloodRose Pack, Alexandra Pearce has never believed in Mates or First Love. Her life revolved around three life goals; To protect her family, her pack and to enjoy life with her best friends. But the Moon goddess had other plans for her. With the emergence of her stoic, possessive and bad boy mate, Alexandra is thrust into a world unlike the one she had planned for all her life. Old secrets are revealed. Pandemonium is unleashed upon her life and to top it all off, she is in the middle of a conspiracy that threatens to destroy them both...to destroy their story before it really begins. All her priorities shifted when she met Rhys and now, she was

He was sent to kill him. He chose to save him instead. Dante Voss is the most feared operative in a shadow organization known only as The Meridian — a man built from discipline, silence, and controlled destruction. He doesn't ask questions. He completes missions. Until the night he's assigned to eliminate Elian Rhys, a brilliant rogue journalist who has gotten dangerously close to exposing the most powerful criminal empire in Eastern Europe. Elian Rhys doesn't run from danger — he chases it. Armed with nothing but a sharp mind, a sharper tongue, and a death wish he'd never admit to, Elian has spent years dismantling corrupt systems from the shadows of his encrypted laptop. He's used to being

I used to love my husband. Until he drugged me… Until my eyesight faded into darkness… Until my legs stopped obeying me… And he walked away without a backward glance. June, a cafe shop owner who lost her sight and the use of her legs mysteriously met a young man, Mark Lawson who happened to be sweet and nice to her and even married her despite her condition. But it turns out that Mark isn't who she thought he was. She was merely a bait in the game. Rhys Morozov, a Mafia heir and Don and retired soldier who was sent by his father to eliminate an enemy with the disguise as Mark Lawson, a botanist who has a blind and crippled wife. He keeps drugging her so as to keep on with th

After a flawless shutout in his first NHL game, rookie goalie Brooks Rhys sends one explicit submission video to his anonymous Dom “Sir” only for Chicago Thunder captain Callan Lachlan to storm into his hotel room holding the proof. “Be my personal stress relief all season,” Callan growls, “or I’ll end your career tonight.” What begins as raw, filthy blackmail filled with locker-room commands, gear still on, and total surrender quickly becomes an obsession neither man can control.

I never thought I could find myself sucking the dìck of a man I should call father and made him moan out so loud. I found myself going back to have him finger and pound my clit, ripping moans off my throat as day passed by. I found myself moaning to him every single day, taking all his sexual command and fantasies, being daddy’s naughty girl and wishing for nothing other than his 8 inches dick buried deep into my wet clit. I grew up invisible, the illegitimate daughter of a woman who valued status more than motherhood. While she chased elite society, I learned to survive on my own, retreating into art and quiet fantasies of being chosen by someone who would finally see my worth. Everyth

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

“You'll ruin me, Dawn,” I whispered, my words thick with pain as my forehead connected with hers. I caught her full breasts and hardened rosy pink buds under the silvery glow of the moonlighting that soaked the surface of the pool in its celestial touch. “Would that be such a bad thing?” her question came out with a heavy, sensuous effect, completely tipping me over the edge. •••• With a bruised, low self-esteem, and subjected to immense torture at the hands of her step-family, Dawn Griffin could have sworn that there was absolutely nothing life wanted to throw at her that she wasn't ready for but how wrong she was because the essence of her being shattered when her mate dumped he

Three years ago, Sable's mate-bond shattered when Kian Ashford was declared dead in battle against rogue wolves. She rebuilt herself from nothing grief-hollowed, pack-pitied, but standing. Then Kian walks back into her life, alive, revealing that his death was a lie he orchestrated and the Alpha helped bury, all to keep her safe from enemies who would have used her against him. He wants her back. She doesn't know if she can forgive being left to grieve a man who was never gone. Into that wreckage steps Rhys Vane the pack's incoming Alpha, a stranger to Redoak Hollow after years building his own reputation elsewhere, back to claim the position his father is stepping down from. He has no pati

By the fifth year since the return of the real heir, Danny, to the family, I had gotten used to the plain oatmeal on the table. The second I asked for a bigger portion or more protein, Danny would express his envy toward me, his eyes downcast. “Rhys sure enjoys such a hearty meal, unlike me. Growing up in an orphanage, I was hungry all the time. I wince at the sight of meat. I don’t deserve to eat.” My parents shed tears of heartache while accusing me of rubbing it in Danny’s face. Later, whenever I dressed up to go out, Danny would let out a wry smile. “Rhys is so put together. That’s so not me. I grew up in the countryside, feeding livestock. Even all the designer clothes in the w

Savannah Elise Hart is perfect on paper—polished, untouchable, and desperate to keep it that way. Cassian Rhys Blackwood is chaos in his black leather jacket, with a smirk that could undo her world. When a rumor threatens Savannah’s future and a false accusation jeopardizes Cassian’s freedom, their fake dating deal seems simple—until stolen kisses in the dark and whispered confessions ignite something dangerously real. He pins her against the studio wall, paint smeared on her cheek as his lips hover over hers. “Tell me this doesn’t feel real.” In a game where rules shatter and hearts are on the line, pretending has never been so tempting—or so risky.