Books Like Ninth House

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

Damien Sterling is evil. He is so evil he wants me to pretend to be his fiancee before he can help me find my missing sister. The same woman he claimed to be his first love. "Call it what you may. I'll only help you if we work together on something." Me? Work together with Damien Sterling? "What do we work on?" "You mean, what are we working on?" A beat of silence. Then, he spoke. "We are going to get engaged. I mean, you're going to act like we are engaged. For six months." "Ha!" I cackled, face blank of expression. Then, a burst of laughter escaped me. While he watched me like I was crazy, I just kept on laughing. "Are you crazy? I'll be playing house? With you?" "I'm serious." While playing house with the billionaire devil, I must let go of my dream to be the top investigative journalist of Westmore Times and avoid falling for my missing sister's first love. Will this be possible when we are stuck in the same building, filled with heat and forbidden passion crackling between us?

The first thing my fiance's childhood sweetheart—Eve Hodgson—does after returning from abroad is make me sign a bet. It states that if my fiance—Holden Lane—chooses her over me nine times, I'll have to step aside willingly and let her have him. I agree. On the ninth time, she calls him in tears. "If you don't marry me, Holden, I'll be forced to marry that notorious Croft heir from Jedburgh!" He ends the call in a frenzy and leaves me behind yet again. With his identification documents in hand, he rushes to marry her right away. They announce their marriage to the world on the same day. Elites of Jedburgh strain their necks, eager to see me and the Crofts humiliated. That's when Ryland Croft comes to me, smirking with that careless arrogance of his. "Since your fiance stole my bride, it seems only fair that you pay the debt. So, how about you marry me instead?" I nod and say, "Fair enough. When's the wedding?"

“I didn’t just save your sister’s life, Elara. I bought yours. And I’m a man who expects a return on his investment.” Elara didn’t have options. Her sister was dying, the doctors had given up, and the only thing left in the house was an old grimoire and a ritual she was never supposed to touch. So she touched it. Now she belongs to Vane ,demon, Duke of the Seventh Circle, and the most terrifying man she has ever stood in front of. He doesn’t look like what she expected. He looks like someone who buys companies before breakfast and ruins people for sport. Cold, beautiful, and completely unbothered by the fact that he now owns her life. The deal was simple. Her sister lives. Elara obeys. Except the mark he burned into her skin doesn’t say owned. It says sacrifice. And the more time she spends inside his world , his rules, his house, his dangerous, suffocating presence ,the more she realises that Vane didn’t just answer her call that night. He’d been expecting it. She just doesn’t know why yet. And maybe that’s the most terrifying thing about him not the power, not the contract, not the way he looks at her like she’s something he’s been waiting centuries for. It’s that she’s starting to look back.

After Nathan Seville stands me up for the seventh time we're supposed to register our marriage, I finally cut all ties with him—completely and on my own terms. If he shows up at a gathering, I don't go. If he's invited to perform at the college anniversary, I leave early. The moment my company decides to work with him, I resign on the spot. Even on Christmas Eve, when he shows up at my house with gifts, I make up an excuse about needing to visit someone. Calls? Blocked. Socials? Deleted. My strategy is simple—cut it all off. I don't reach out, and he has no way of finding me. For the first 30 years of my life, I spent most of it loving him with everything I had. I cared for him, supported him, and waited for him. But after being left hanging for the seventh time at the City Hall, I finally wake up. I don't want to live like this anymore. Even if I end up alone, it's still better than spending night after night waiting in an empty house that never feels like home!

Desperate to lose her virginity, Gracie, asks the new transferred boy out, the school nerd; Jason Drew. Well that's what she presumed, seeing the thick frame covering those eyes, that never left the books and the hand that never left the pens. He seemed like a perfect guy whom she could easily manipulate. Innocent and dumb. Seeing him so antisocial can mean only one thing right? That he has no experience in the field of sexual activity. Well at least that's what Gracie thought. But little did she know, innocence is far fetched from his dictionary. Nerd and innocent was never his thing. Never! The guy she just asked was a complete dominant and ruthless in bed, that can actually result in getting her on a wheelchair in a single night. "Sure, Gracie!" he said, "Meet you after the school." And the countdown begins...

Eleanor Raven is the only daughter of the powerful Alpha. At the age of 13, she was declared wolfless, but little do they know that she is hiding her true identity under her wolfless status. A secret that will make everyone crumble in fear for what she is truly capable of. Some say it's a gift from the goddess, others say it's a curse. Forced to live as the pack slave and punching bag, Eleanor is determined to leave her life and pack behind for a new beginning... But, what happens once a strong alpha like Alpha Alexander sets his eyes on the pack's peculiar slave and claim her as his mate? Will she give up the chance for new beginnings? Or will she become his mate and unleash the true power that only she possess? Find out in Alpha's Cursed Luna :) Check out my other books! Born To Be My Luna (COMPLETED) Alpha Hunter (ONGOING)

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Warning ? ? ? this books consist of different erotica short stories, they are not long stories, and also 18+ content ahead, if you're below 18 please refrain from reading You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”

At dinner, my wife's little brother Darren shot me a nasty look. "Other guys hook their wife's brother up with houses and cars. Mine won't shut up about covering a lousy twenty grand. "Wade Watson, transfer your house to me today, or I swear, I'll make my sister divorce you." My hand stalled mid-serve as I placed food on my pregnant wife's plate. That house was all my parents left me. Best school district in the city. Worth over three hundred grand. I looked at Vanessa, waiting for her to back me up. For the baby. She slammed an abortion appointment slip onto the table. "It's because I married a useless guy like you that my brother still isn't married. Wade, you get one choice—the baby or the house."

I was in San Aria Bay with my mom, enjoying a quiet, sunlit getaway, when my phone suddenly lit up with a string of messages from my husband's ever-arrogant secretary. She sent a photo. The woman in it had been stripped naked, her body covered in blood, the sight almost unbearable. A voice message followed, her tone dripping with disdain. "Jeannie, do people like you always take advantage of others like this? "Mr. Smith just bought this house, and you already had your mother move in for free? As his chief secretary, it's my responsibility to remove anyone living off him."