Beauty

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.

He wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a favor. A protector. A shadow while my father was gone. But now he’s everything I shouldn’t want—and the only thing I can’t stop craving. My father’s a powerful man—military, respected, constantly away. After the divorce, it was just me. No mother. No softness. Just silence and an empty house that echoed louder with every year. Then came Roman Cross. My dad’s best friend. His war brother. Older. Stricter. And always watching. He moved into the guesthouse when I turned eighteen, “just to keep an eye on things,” he said. A promise made man-to-man, sealed with loyalty. But Roman doesn’t treat me like a child. Not anymore. Not since the night I saw what he really is—what he really wants. He runs something dark behind closed doors. A secret club, built on control and submission. And once I got too curious, there was no going back. Now every look is a warning. Every touch, a mistake. Every whispered good girl... a promise. My father thinks I’m safe. But I fell in love with the one man he trusted to protect me. “Guardian of Ruin” is a dark, forbidden romance full of secrets, age-gap tension, and the dangerous kind of love that can never stay hidden.

"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.

Nineteen-year-old Adele McAllister has a secret crush on her twenty-six-year-old stepbrother, Killian Black, who was the silver-furred Beta of a hidden werewolf pack. Killian has spent months hiding a secret and suppressing a forbidden-love attraction for the girl he considers to be his stepsister until the night he rescues her from a predatory stranger at a club. The ice between them doesn't just melt; it incinerates, revealing the secret that Killian is a member of an undercover werewolf pack. To save Adele from being killed or having her memories erased by the pack’s iron-fisted Alpha, Killian initiates a mating bond with his stepsister, dragging her into a supernatural world of secrecy and jealousy. As Adele undergoes a series of grueling, trauma-filled trials to prove her worth to the pack, the sexual tension between the "step-siblings" reaches a breaking point. Defying the Alpha’s direct orders, they give in to a night of raw, unprotected sex that strengthens their bond but paints a target on their backs. With a jealous rival seeking to sever their mate bond and a conspiratorial uncle plotting their demise, Killian and Adele must choose to uphold the laws of the pack or burn it all down for a love that was never meant to be.

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.