Novel & Cerita Books Like Maximum Ride

She heard people running in the distance, and in an instant, she was pinned to the floor. The young girl cried out in pain and fear. As he made her stand up, she fell back down because of the force of his slap. Blood dripped from her lips, and she couldn't stand up because she felt dizzy. He grabbed her hair and said, "You're such a little fox. You'll learn not to lie to me again." The little girl cried out in pain because of the pressure on her head. The king put her on his shoulder as he and five of his soldiers and his beta went back to his tent. "The poor thing, she's dead." Said one of the soldiers in a whisper

Vikram Singh Rathore is very good looking, arrogant and perfectionist. He is a cardiologist. But his own heart starts giving trouble to him, once he meets the new intern dietician... Sandhya Rajput. Sandhya Rajput is an extremely beautiful girl. She joins the new hospital as an intern but is shocked to see that she has to assist none other than Dr. Devil...She is kind, caring and friendly... with every one, but Vikram.....

My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand. One new message. "Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah. The words cut through me like ice water. Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king. And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side. But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her. At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence. I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enough to see what he was about to destroy. But his answer came sharp, quick, without hesitation. "Sarah." One word. One name. And with it, he tore my entire world apart. That was the moment I understood: not every betrayal needs to be shouted or confessed. Sometimes, it’s as simple as the name a man chooses to speak. I loved him. I bled for him. But love means nothing if I’m nothing to him. So if destiny has already been written against me… then I’ll be the one to set it on fire.

Let's get this over with." Those were the longest words I'd heard him say ever since his entrance to the room. His hoarse voice which held no sign of emotion rumbled like a distant thunder in the large sitting room that was now occupied by his mother, Jane Jordan - the heiress of Jordan Jewelleries, the dark haired judge who sat by an oak table that had been placed in the center of the room for this purpose, Mother, and I , the I-know-nothing-about-this bride dressed in a knee-length lavender gown and silver stiletto heels, nothing befitting for a bride on her big day.  ... "And do you, Ashley, take Alexander to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I sucked in a sharp breath as I closed my eyes. "I do." My fate has been sealed. Just like that, I'm married to a man I know nothing about.

I'm just a biker princess held in the clutch of a rogue alpha who forces me to take his son as my mate. On the night of the sacred choosing, I was forced to stand before ten suitors under the eyes of the Alpha—the same monster who murdered my father and claimed my mother. His son, Lucious, marked my body with bruises, hoping fear would force me to pick him. But no flame ignited. Not for any of them. When I refused to choose, the Alpha drew blood. So I ran—leaving behind a mother I couldn’t save, a pack built on fear, and a future I didn’t choose. Now, in a place I never imagined, I found him. The one fate chose for me. He’s fierce. Beautiful. Dangerous. And he’s a hunter—sworn to kill wolves like me. So why does my soul still burn for him?

When the powerful Silverfang family proposed marriage to the Frostbane everyone believed their son Ragnar was meant to wed the family's perfect daughter, Calista. But fate had other plans. The proposal was meant not for Calista-but for her illegitimate sister, Lola. Cursed or chosen, no one knows. Every year Ragnar marries, and every year his brides die before the second dawn. Rumors whisper that the Moon Goddess has abandoned him, his wolf vanished, his soul damned. Yet Lola is destined to be his seventh wife-the one who might finally break the curse... or become its next victim. A bride for the curse alpha" - where love meets prophecy, and survival comes at a deadly price.

Three days before my wedding, I find out that my fiance, Carlo Romano, has changed the wedding venue from my mother's estate to a villa located in St. Morizia, which happens to be his childhood sweetheart, Adriana Montanari's favorite place in the whole wide world. When I'm about to confront Carlo, I overhear him complaining to his friend. "Thank goodness Adriana has a good eye for beauty! Otherwise, I'll definitely get humiliated and mocked by everyone for hosting my wedding at such a rundown place!" His friend asks, "Didn't you agree to host the wedding ceremony at her late mother's home? Aren't you worried that she might not marry you out of fury once she finds out that you changed the venue without her permission?" Carlo merely sneered in return. "Giada's family is insanely weak. Marrying me is her only path out of poverty. She can't risk losing me at all. "Besides, I've already told the wedding planner to call her and inform her about my decision. She must be booking another flight and rushing toward the new destination as we speak." Rage and humiliation swirl around in my chest. I gnash my teeth together, but I opt to turn around and walk away in the end. Three days later, Carlo's wedding goes on as usual at the snow mountain. But I never bought myself another ticket, nor did I appear at the new wedding venue. Instead, I've exchanged wedding rings with another man in Mom's manor located in Tuscanica. Carlo fails to realize that I chose to marry him not because I view him as a ticket to wealth. It's purely because I've loved him for 12 long years. I, Giada Castellani, am bold enough to show my feelings. Since I can enter a relationship, I can always exit it freely. That's why Carlo is never my one and only choice in marriage.

Due to a conspiracy, she was forced to marry on behalf of her sister, the groom being the third son from the top-tier Windsor family. Rumors had it that Oliver was weak and sickly with an ugly appearance. However, who is this man in front of her who is so handsome that people are envious, and has a body comparable to a male model?! A subordinate reported, 'Mr.Windsor, your wife has been set up by the investors.' Oliver replied, 'Trace the funds, retaliate!' The subordinate reported again, 'Oliver, netizens are pairing your wife with a male model.' Oliver went into Natalie Watson's live broadcast room and started sending spaceship gifts like crazy, 'Sweetie, call me Darling!' Natalie Watson thought this marriage was a prison, yet he doted on her until she was in heaven. From then on, her cheating ex-boyfriend and trashy sister have to respectfully call her Aunt!"

Rathcliffe Manor is built on rules,  obedience and control. As the new Lady of the house, Belle is watched. Judged. Whispered about in corridors that remember every scandal. She can endure her husband, Lord Rathcliffe, and the weight of his authority.She can survive the servants’ quiet scorn. What she cannot survive… is William. His son. He looks at her as though she is sin draped in silk. Every argument feels like foreplay disguised as war. Every accidental brush of hands lingers too long. Every stolen glance burns hotter than it should. She belongs to his father. But it is William’s voice that lingers in her mind at night. William’s face that follows her into her dreams. She is forbidden. He is untouchable. And the harder they fight it, the more inevitable it becomes. Because some temptations are not meant to be resisted. They are meant to ruin you.

At my wedding to a billionaire heir, Malcom Blair, I leaned down and kissed a filthy, ragged man begging by the entrance, right there in front of everyone. While the guests were still too stunned to react, I grabbed Christine Wagner, Malcom's cousin and my maid of honor, by the hair and slapped her across the face three dozen times in a row. Everyone thought I had lost my mind and tried to have me locked in a psychiatric hospital. Inside, I spent the whole night popping champagne and celebrating. In my last life, not long after the wedding, Christine, a pediatric nurse, set fire to a children's hospital. Many kids died on the spot. The police and the victims' families surrounded my house, screaming that I was the arsonist. I stood there, completely confused, while Malcom pulled out surveillance footage and pointed the finger at me. "You used to complain all the time that taking care of sick kids was worse than dealing with a dog, that it'd be better if they just died and got it over with. I never thought you'd actually be this cruel!" The families lost control. They doused me in gasoline and burned me alive…