Blue Lily

Blair-Boo's life has been a sheltered one until a stranger helps decent her at school while she is being bullied.This stranger opens her eyes to the injustice she's had to live through and she's now filed by the need to change it no matter how long it takes.

Lia Rodriquez lives a fairytale life. A loving husband, the dream family and boundless happiness. She couldn't have asked for more. But her world shatters with a single brutal twist. Her husband's betrayal. It rips away her trust and joy. Grief pile upon grief at the sudden death of her beloved father. Thrust into the dark threads of family obligations, Lia finds herself an unwilling inheritor of the Rodriquez Empire. Obligations comes with enemies and danger. A truth Lia knows all too well. That was why she escaped years ago. But now, there is no choice left for her. Nikolai Volx, a broker, who is haunted by ghosts and the burden of his dying sister. When he receives an anonymous call in desperate times, he grabs it, oblivious to the danger that awaits him. Soon he's entangled in a lethal game of inheritance surrounding a woman where not only his life is at stake, but his heart too. As Lia dismantles the mystery behind her father's death, Nikolai confronts his demons. Can they navigate the dangerous play of power and betrayal while trying to keep their feelings in check or will they become pawns in the deadly game where the price of truth is etched in blood?

He is cold-hearted and he hates her.  Following a tragic car accident that leaves him cold and heartless, Dominic Maximus marries the woman responsible for the death of his family to avenge their loss. Charlene Maximus, a former ballet dancer who lost everything due to the accident, serves time in prison before marrying Dominic. She thinks it's love, but their marriage is one of pure revenge and agony. Faced with a loveless marriage and a husband who despises her, Charlene must uncover the truth and make her marriage work, if it's not too late. Can they put aside their past to build a future together, or is their love destined to fail? Discover the unanticipated twists of this gripping story of love, loss, and marriage.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get scared again,” he whispered before returning his lips to my sensitive nipples. His hand slid lower, shifting my panties aside, the fabric brushing against my skin. “Someone might walk in,” I managed to say, though my voice was barely audible. “Forget everyone and focus on us,” he murmured. His fingers began to tease me, running over my clit with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. “I love how you’re always so wet for me,” he said, his tone filled with raw desire. As his pace quickened, his words urged me on. “Don’t hold back your moans. I want to hear all of it.” The knowledge that his office was soundproof was the only reassurance I had, but even then, I couldn’t trust my own voice. My body arched in response as he trailed kisses along my neck, his fingers moving with an intoxicating rhythm. “I love how your body reacts to my touch,” he murmured against my skin. “I could fuck you all day.” “Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “Yes, what?” he teased, his fingers moving even faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “Don’t stop, Alex,” I gasped. ********************************************************** Six years ago, Alex broke me, leaving me humiliated, pregnant, and abandoned. He chose Camila, his flawless childhood friend, while I was left to pick up the shattered pieces of my life. But I survived, and for my son, I built a life I’m proud of. Now, Alex is after me, but stunned by the woman I’ve become, and the son who bears his resemblance. When he asked about his father, my son’s innocent reply said it all: "Mommy said he's dead." I couldn’t have said it better myself.

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.

"I just have one question Milene before you walk away. How loud do you think you'll scream When I fuck you?" Nicolas asks. Milene’s life is planned out. She is the niece of the Chicago Outfit’s leader and has been promised in marriage for years. But on her wedding day, dressed in her white gown and on the way to church, her world shatters. Nicolas Russo, the ruthless leader of the Camorra, kidnaps her. Nicolas wants revenge. The Outfit broke the peace between their families, and now he will destroy them. Stealing Milene, someone the Outfit swore to protect, is only the start. Milene refuses to break. Even in Nicolas’s dangerous hands, she holds onto her pride, showing him that she won’t bow so easily. But the more Nicolas tries to crush her spirit, the more he realizes she’s not like anyone he’s faced before. He’s a cruel man on a mission to hurt the Outfit. She’s a strong woman determined to stand tall against the monster. Two families are at war, and nothing will ever be the same.

“I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna.” He spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret. “And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection.” The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt flashing through his eyes. ___________ Enslaved and mistreated by the Alpha’s Family who took her in when she was ten and a surviving rogue. Myra’s world was trudged early into a dark world filled with miseries and monsters in form of werewolves. That was until she turned eighteen and was mated to the pack’s new Alpha, who rejected her at the sniff of her mystical scent. She was instantly blessed with a second chance mate that turned out to be the most feared man in the wolf-verse who took an interest the moment his eyes laid on her. However, his interest held secrets. And her first mate wanted back the gem he once threw away. It is now left to Myra to navigate her new world of rejection, betrayal, love, and fate. *Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen*

What do you do when your smoking-hot, billionaire husband is still in love with your sister? Not ideal circumstances. However, your sister lives abroad so you can try and make your husband fall in love with you instead. But what do you do when said sister returns home after five years abroad and immediately tries to get back together with your husband? Divorce him of course! Everyone would be happy about that! Your mother-in-law from hell certainly will be. Your sister in law might even do a little happy-dance. Even your own mother would be thrilled that you’re divorcing! But considering you’re divorcing the most powerful man in the city…a man who doesn’t have the words “divorce” or “no” in his vocabulary….it might not be so easy to become single again as you originally thought… because Kings marry for life!

Anna Langford loved him once. She died for that love—betrayed and broken, watching Jackson Blackwell turn his back on her. But fate gives her a second chance, rewinding time to the moment before it all began. This time, Anna isn’t the same naive girl. She’s determined to protect her heart and take down the man who destroyed her. But as she steps back into Jackson’s world, the cracks in her memory grow wider… and the truth doesn’t seem so clear. When his rival, the dangerously charming Harris Liam, offers her safety—and something dangerously close to love—Anna must choose between the man she once trusted and the one who tempts her to start over. In a world built on lies, can she risk her heart again… or will love be her downfall?