Black Cat's Son

I am about to be forced to marry the most ruthless old mafia boss in the city. However, one morning, I woke up naked in an unfamiliar bed and realized I had sex with a stranger. The worst thing is, now he is standing in front of me at my engagement dinner. “Mr. Guerrero,” someone says to my fiancé from behind me. “Your son has arrived.” Great. My one night stand is my fiance's son. When I ask him to pretend nothing ever happened. He chuckles. “And what if I don’t want that, future-Mrs.-Guerrero?” My breath catches when he leans in close, his breath hovering over my ear. “Or… should I call you mother?”

"You’re nothing but an asset Thersa. When will you learn? I made you and you belong to me only" Wham! Mr Diego Mondragon hand struck her cheek which forced her to stumble. Thersa thought she’d finally escaped Mondragon’s cruel grasp, but fate had other plans. After losing her child and seeking solace in Rafael’s arms, she dared to love again….only to be dragged back into Mondragon’s world of control and deception. Carrying Rafael’s child, she is forced to hide the truth, allowing Mondragon to believe the baby is his. But when the truth unravels, he refuses to let go…He turned their son against her and demanded she return to him as his wife if she truly loves his son.. "You’re not my mother. You can never be my mother!" he screamed and ran away with tears streaming down his face. Torn between a mother’s love and her passion for Rafael, Thersa betrays him to protect their son, shattering his heart. But Rafael isn't the type to give up. He will do anything to have her back…even if it means facing the devil himself. "I’m telling you, Mondragon….no matter what it takes, even if I have to destroy you…I will win her back. And I will take my son!" he vowed.

Dante Vitti n'est pas seulement l'héritier de l'empire criminel le plus redouté de la ville. Il est le "Bon Soldat". Une machine à tuer froide, impitoyable et hétérosexuelle, façonnée à l'image de son père tyrannique. Dans son monde, la faiblesse se paie par le sang, et être gay est la plus mortelle des faiblesses. Julian est le meilleur flic des stups de sa génération. Sa mission ? Infiltrer le clan Vitti, gagner la confiance de Dante, et le détruire de l'intérieur. Il pensait être prêt à tout pour faire tomber cette famille. Il n'avait pas prévu qu'une nuit d'ivresse et de regards trop insistants ferait basculer sa mission dans le chaos. Au réveil, le canon d'un Beretta est pressé contre sa tempe. Dante a l'arme, mais c'est Julian qui détient la vérité. "Tue-moi si tu veux, Dante. Mais ne me dis pas que tu n'as pas aimé ça." Pris au piège entre son devoir et un désir dévorant qu'il a refoulé toute sa vie, Dante propose un pacte du diable : Julian lui appartient désormais, dans l'ombre et le secret absolu. Mais alors que la passion devient incontrôlable et que le père de Dante se rapproche de la vérité, Julian réalise avec horreur qu'il n'est plus le chasseur... il est tombé amoureux de sa cible. Quand le masque tombe, qui tirera le premier ?

Love leads to madness. Killian Benjamin Archer watched it happen to his father after his cherished wife's death. But when his elderly father arranges to marry flame-haired golddigger, Skye Sinclair, Ben, as he is known to his friends, is compelled to take drastic measures to stop the stunning beauty from taking advantage of the old business mogul. A marriage of mutual pleasure could be convenient, indeed … as long as unwanted feelings don't interfere. Desperation forced Skye to agree to marry an old madman. The arrangement will offer the protection she needs. Or so she believes until the billionaire's distractingly handsome son looks closer at the fine print of the contract… and takes his father's place ! Now, the easy, boring and, more importantly, secure union Skye planned, has been exchanged for one simmering with wicked temptation and potential heartbreak. Because as she begins to fall for her devilishly seductive husband, her dark secrets surface and threaten to ruin them both … unless Ben is willing to risk all and open his heart to love.

My pup Asher had been sick for six months. Every time I personally cared for him, he became even sicker. I finally believed the witch's prophecy: I was cursed. My very existence would harm my own pup. I went to the moon temple and prayed that the moon goddess would lift the curse and ensure my pup's safety. From then on, my Alpha mate Damon brought Asher up the mountain every day to see me. Hundreds of miles of mountain road. They made the trip over a thousand times. Our bond never faded with the distance. Until today. A group of rogues broke into the Sanctuary and pushed me down the stone steps. I called Damon all night. No one answered. Then I received an anonymous video. Damon knelt in front of a woman, kissing her swollen belly. Asher stood next to them, grinning ear to ear. "I'm gonna have a brother! Aunt Serena, your pregnancy must have been so tough. Me and Dad will be your knights forever." He turned to Damon, his young face bright with pride. "Dad, I faked being sick pretty well, right? Pretending to feel awful every day, tricking Mom into taking me to the Healer over and over. They never found anything wrong, and she really believed that curse stuff. Went up the mountain all on her own." "But what if Mom finds out? Won't she be mad?" Damon didn't seem worried. "Don't worry. I've got the whole mountain sealed off. She won't find out." Only then did I understand. Everything had been a lie, planned by my mate and my son. I turned around and knocked over the Hope Flame that I had lit for Asher without hesitation. This flame was lit at the cost of my wolf’s strength, offered to the Moon Goddess so that she might bless Asher with health. Through the flames, a familiar figure sprinted toward me.

Pour notre septième anniversaire, mon compagnon, l'Alpha Ethan, a envoyé ma fille et moi à l'Autel de la Déesse de la Lune. Il m'a dit que c'était une surprise, pour offrir à notre fille son rêve d'observer une pluie de météores depuis le plus haut sommet du territoire. Mais Ethan n'est jamais venu. Les runes protectrices à mes pieds ont crépité, puis se sont éteintes. Le sol sous nos pieds a commencé à s'effriter. Ma fille a hurlé, son petit corps glissant vers l'abîme. Je me suis précipitée, attrapant sa main juste avant qu'elle ne bascule dans le vide. J'ai hurlé le nom d'Ethan à travers notre lien mental. Quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois, il a refusé de répondre. À mon centième appel, le lien ne s'est pas simplement ouvert, il a été déchiré violemment. Ce n'a pas été sa voix qui a répondu. Ce sont ses sensations qui envahissent les miennes. J'ai tout vu. Lui. Une autre louve. Et lui, profondément enfoui en elle. « Je savais que tu m'aimais, Ethan, » a roucoulé sa voix doucereuse. « Tu as même sacrifié Marcus, juste pour sauver notre Leo de la maladie de l'âme. Je ferai n'importe quoi pour toi. » La voix d'Ethan était velours et glace. « Arrête. Si Sera ne m'avait pas trahi, tu n'aurais jamais eu la chance de porter mon héritier. Une fois que je me serai débarrassé de son autre rejeton, le bâtard de Julian, nous pourrons à nouveau être parfaits. » Mon monde s'est effondré. Mon fils… Les renégats. J'avais toujours cru que des renégats l'avaient enlevé. Mais c'était son propre père. Il l'avait sacrifié pour un mensonge. Avec ma dernière once de force, j'ai appelé Julian. « Je romps mon lien avec Ethan, » ai-je grondé dans le nouveau lien. « Fais de moi ta Luna. En échange, je t'aiderai à réduire sa meute en cendres. »​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

When Mia is abducted by Axel Morino—the heir to a brutal mafia dynasty—she’s thrust into a world of violence, luxury, and dangerous desire. Trapped between his soft touches and the cruelty of his darker side, Mia must play along to survive. But as feelings blur with manipulation, and secrets about Axel’s family curse unravel, she realises the most dangerous thing in his world… might be falling for him.Trust is a luxury. Love is a risk. And Mia is running out of choices. But Axel’s world is darker than she ever imagined, haunted by a curse that’s ruined generations before him, and stalked by the threat of his own father’s cruelty. Everyone in this game is dangerous. Everyone has secrets. And the closer Mia gets to Axel’s heart, the more she realises she might be the one secret that could destroy them both. Love was never supposed to be part of this. Survival was the only plan. Now? She’s not sure she wants to leave. If you're enjoying this book please let me know and leave a review! Head to my profile for my other book Bloodlines of Fire and Fate!

Mr. Rajendra Singh Chauhan got his darling granddaughter and the only heir of the Chouhan family, Krishika Chauhan, married to a lowly worker of his office knowing that Krishika will never be able to adjust in a middle class family. After all, what became such a compulsion due to which Rajendra Singh Chauhan had to get his granddaughter married to a lowly worker in his office.

Seraphina Velez's world crumbles the night she discovers her fiancé’s betrayal. Heartbroken and humiliated, she escapes to a quiet bar, vowing to herself: “I will marry the first man I meet. No love, no expectations—just freedom.” Fate, it seems, has a wicked sense of humor. The first man she meets is calm, imposing, and dangerously charming—Alexander Cross, her ex-fiancé’s father. What begins as a scandalous, impulsive marriage of convenience slowly turns into something neither of them anticipated. But Seraphina harbors a secret: she is not just a wounded woman—she is the heiress of a hidden billion-dollar empire, a truth that even Alexander doesn’t know. As betrayal, power, and desire collide, Seraphina must navigate a world where trust is scarce, love is risky, and one misstep could cost everything. In the end, the man she never expected might just be the one she was always meant to have.

« Fais tes valises », lui dit-il à voix basse. « Tu ne seras pas en sécurité ici ce soir. » Elle crut d'abord à de la paranoïa, jusqu'à ce que les serrures soient forcées, ses comptes bloqués et les accusations rendues publiques. Florence Delavigne perd tout d'un coup : son mariage, sa réputation, sa vie stable. Et au milieu de ce chaos se dresse Gerard Clay… trop calme, trop compétent, trop déterminé à la sauver. Il ne dira pas pourquoi. Il ne dira pas de qui. Mais chaque fois que le danger approche, il est déjà là, la sauvant des flammes. Bientôt, Florence comprend que ce n'est pas un hasard. Elle n'est pas malchanceuse. Elle est traquée.