Beastly Beauty

“Get your clothes off,” he said, his voice emotionless.   I stared at him, my lips slightly parted in shock. What?   “I said, get your clothes off,” he repeated. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees. Face me with your ass.”   “What?” I breathed, trembling.   He took a single step forward, the air tightening .   “Didn’t you hear what I—”   He stopped.   Just like that, the words died on his tongue. His entire body froze, his eyes locked on me. It looked like he had been struck.   His pupils dilated, his lips parted slightly.   And then...He stepped back.   “Mate.” ************* It was supposed to be a one-night stand, not a soul-binding mistake.   I grew up in an orphanage, but at 19, I was forced to move to a brothel and become a sex worker.   Darius Dovenia was a ruthless Alpha of Silver moon pack who happened to be my first client and as he called it…Mate.   But what if the girl he's vowed to protect… was created by the monster he's sworn to kill?

She was meant to inherit an empire. Instead, she became a prisoner in her own home. Grace Wellington, a gifted piano prodigy and heiress to the Wellington fortune, has been missing from the public eye for nearly a decade. People say she’s living abroad in peace. But the truth was that she’s been locked away, hidden by her own stepfamily, slowly fading into silence as the world forgets her face. Her inheritance depends on one rule: marry by 26 and get 50% of her father’s estate. Have a child, and she gets 85%. But as her birthday nears, her stepmother and stepbrother conspire to steal her identity and fortune, using a beautiful stranger to play her role. But Grace isn’t the fragile girl they once controlled, not anymore. Now, she’s ready to reclaim her name, her life, and her voice. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous everything becomes, especially when the man she loves is being seduced by an impostor.

Avin returns home during the royal celebration, bringing chaos with her. She falls in love with someone unexpected, but her past catches up with her and threatens to tear them apart.

Seventeen-year-old Seraphina Knights has been running from her dreams for as long as she can remember—dreams of fire, glass, and a winged stranger who calls her by name. Every time she wakes, a glowing mark burns into her skin… and no one can explain why. Duskmoor Academy was supposed to be her fresh start—a place for students with “unusual sensitivities.” But from the moment she meets Lucan Vale, the quiet, unreadable Literature Assistant, Seraphina’s dreams only get worse. Or more real. Lucan knows exactly who she is. He’s been finding her in every lifetime. And losing her. Seraphina’s past lives are catching up to her—and so is a curse that’s been hunting them both. If she remembers too much, she dies. If she turns away from him, the cycle continues. But this time… she remembers just enough to fight back.

"On your knees, baby girl." I looked up at him, lips parted. "You gonna punish me for wanting you?" His smirk was pure sin. "No, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you beg for more." ** He's the one man I was never supposed to touch. My father's best friend. Older. Ruthless. Filthy rich. Damian Wolfe owns half the city-and every filthy thought in my head. He's dangerous the way powerful men are: Quiet, controlled, and used to getting exactly what he wants. One night. One mistake. Now he's in my head, under my skin, and between my legs. He says I'm too young. Too off-limits. But his hands say otherwise. So does his moans. I was supposed to be a good girl. Now I'm the obsession he won't let go of. And the sin he won't stop tasting.

Imagine you're about to kiss a man you find repulsive, and suddenly—boom! You find yourself transmigrated into the body of a goddess. Kiara’s life had always been ordinary—until the night of the party. What began as a seemingly harmless game of dares quickly spirals into a surreal nightmare when she blacks out and awakens in a world resembling a fantasy novel. Her new surroundings are ancient and regal, and she is mistaken for Athena, a legendary goddess from their past. Now trapped in a mysterious body that feels both foreign and familiar, Kiara must navigate a realm filled with magic, prophecy, and danger. As ancient powers awaken and enemies close in, she uncovers fragments of a forgotten life—a life that connects her to this world’s fate. With the help of a breathtakingly gorgeous yet enigmatic ruler and whispers of a prophecy that binds them all, Kiara must decide whether to embrace the goddess within her or fight to return to the life she left behind. However, the line between who she was and who she is becoming blurs with every step she takes. In a race against time and the truth, Kiara learns that her greatest battle may not be with the enemies at her doorstep but with the identity that threatens to consume her from within.

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

In the sultry shadows of Los Angeles, where power cuts like a knife and secrets shine like jewels, Valentine Hearts captivates the elite with her haunting songs. She is a mesmerizing beauty, enchanting everyone at the Diamond Club, drawing them into her magical world. Among her admirers is Don Arnulfo Vegas, a mafia billionaire with control over all of Los Angeles. His icy stare hides deep secrets, and he is irresistibly drawn to Valentine. Their first meeting sizzles with tension when he sends her a single red rose—beautiful but filled with danger. Valentine knows his playboy reputation and feels the weight of his growing obsession. In a desperate act, Arnulfo kidnaps her, wanting to claim her heart and soul. Their love blooms in secret places, a fresh breath in a smoky world. He shares his struggles, and she reveals her dreams. He is a storm, while she is the calm he desperately needs. Together, they dance on the edge of danger, a fragile light in darkness. But dark clouds gather. Arnulfo’s past is filled with betrayal, and Victoria Giupere, his fierce partner’s daughter, is determined to win him back. Ruthless and cunning, she represents everything Valentine fears. Will Valentine’s love conquer the chaos, or will Victoria’s ambition drive a wedge between them? Can their bond break through his cold heart, or are they doomed to heartbreak in this dangerous game of desire?

In the midst of the darkness of my soul, I have found Chiara Bianchi, a withered flower. I am Wolfgang Krüger, a cruel and heartless man. Seeking revenge, I kidnap Chiara, determined to make her suffer as her uncle has made my family suffer. But Chiara is much more than a defenseless victim. I discover that her beauty hides a deep pain, and her silence tells me stories I could never imagine. Chiara is mute, trapped in a world where words cannot escape her lips. The torture I had planned for her turns into a dangerous game, an internal struggle that I cannot control. Every day, I find myself watering her withered garden, wishing to bring life back to her face and challenging my own cruel instincts.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered, coldly. I froze, watching him loosen his tie as he walked closer. Something about him felt… off. Mean. Distant. My throat went dry, but I gave him my hands anyway. He gripped my wrists—tight enough for my pulse to throb under his fingers. He wrapped the tie around them and pulled, dragging me up the bed like an animal on a leash. My back hit the headboard. Before I could react, he tied the other end of the tie to the frame. Then he reached for the veil on the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I asked, heart racing. He didn’t answer….just placed the veil over my head like I was a doll. “Making sure I don’t see your face and wish it was hers,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. I blinked. “Hers?” He leaned in. His jaw clenched. “Your twin sister,” he said. “I wanted her. Not you.” His words felt like someone yanked the floor right under me. “I should be with her,” he added cruelly. “Loving her. Worshiping her. Not stuck with a knockoff pretending to be my wife.” I couldn’t breathe. My hands fought the tie, but it was useless. I was trapped, veiled and bound. Lucian didn’t want me. He wanted ‘her’ instead. —------------- Losing her clinic was devastating. Facing eviction was worse. But accepting a mysterious nursing job? That was desperation at its finest. What Scarlett Ashford didn’t expect was that her patient would be her terminally ill twin, the same sister she’d cut ties with. And Lucian Montgomery, her sister’s cold billionaire husband, offered her a proposition far beyond medical care. He wanted her to be his surrogate. Scarlett wonders—what twisted melodrama has she gotten herself into?