Books Like Purple Hearts

Layla, a shy nobody, dared to dream of the Alpha's son, Magnus. Yet, he belonged to Mia, a gilded beauty from another powerful pack. Mia was everything Layla was not. But on Layla's 18th birthday, fate throws her a bone: she's Magnus's fated mate. Whisked away to train as Luna, Layla's future glitters under the moon. She and Magnus are perfect, destined to ascend as Alpha and Luna. But the night before their coronation, Layla stumbles upon a truth that shatters her world. Magnus and Mia, never truly parted, lie in bed in betrayal. Layla's heart bleeds as she faces rejection, then vanishes, hunted by shadows. The Moon Goddess, however, has other plans. Reborn as the Duchess of a rival pack, Layla finds herself bound to Duke Carlisle, her former pack's sworn enemy. Now, vengeance burns in her veins, fueled by the ghosts of her past. But a forbidden spark ignites with the Duke, threatening to rewrite her destiny. Will Layla ignite a war for the man who shattered her heart? Can love bloom from the ashes of betrayal, or will duty condemn them to a cruel fate?

I create a fake account, add Lucas Bennett's lover, and then help her with advice and strategy. "A little drama keeps the spark alive. If you don't stir things up now and then, how else will he remember to pay attention to you?" So on my birthday, he spends an hour in the bathroom coaxing her to eat. On our fifth anniversary, Lucas sneaks off to a hotel and spends an hour tangled up with her. Lucas spends less time with me, but their relationship grows stronger. On the night of the company banquet, when Lucas is entertaining important clients, I tell her, "Lucas' girlfriend will be there too. If you don't ruin this contract, they'll be tied together forever." That evening, she picks up a glass of red wine and dumps it over my head. Lucas, who's been fawning over my dad, completely lost his composure.

A stranger saved Olivia De Vera one hot and dark night. She thought she had been saved, but eventually, she realized she wasn't saved at all! She was only put into a more dangerous situation when she trusted the man and went with him. She's now totally trapped! The man who showed her kindness was actually a devil in his terrible ways! What will happen to Olivia now that she's been held captive by her family's enemy—Gregory Mikael Florencio?

"Sit down, pet." Those words echo through Raya's mind as she thinks about how her drastically her life changed in the past 24 hours. She knew her entire life that she wasn't like everybody else, that she was actually a half-vampire. She always wondered who her father was, but it seemed to be the one secret her mother was determined to take to her grave. Raya knows next to nothing about her heritage or this other side of herself and what she is capable of. Now that she is stuck with three hot vampire brothers that want answers she has no idea what will become of her.

Four years of endless back-to-back IVF and pack doctor appointments, and Rosa Gates, the Princess Luna of Everwoods pack, is ready to wave the white flag to ever getting pregnant. She is pushed aside and regarded with deep disdain by many pack members for being a ‘cursed childless husk’ and a threat to the Royal lineage. Her only consolation, the balm to her breaking heart was her mate Alpha prince Kelvin. That is, until he becomes the thorn in her flesh. He impregnated her best friend, who was also his secretary, and split her world down the middle. She leaves with a heavy heart and a burning desire to start anew, not knowing that something had already changed about her–three innocent lives were growing within her. She returns after seven years, stronger than all those who had stomped on her and ready to conquer. Kelvin, still childless and buried in debt, tries to crawl back into her life but she turns around and entwines her arms with his biggest rival, his older brother, the crown prince, and says; “It's too late my children already have a father,”

" Where is His Majesty?" I asked sharply, my voice nonchalant, The attendees who were standing in the bridal suite, snickered, " Did you think His Majesty would attend a lowly person like you? You are just another subject for his entertainment. Wait, until you are summoned. His Majesty doesn't like Omegas like you." This wasn't the last thing that I was told before I was abandoned in a very secluded Packhouse with nothing but a guard who barely protected my place. How fun! A new addition to my excellent life. I was born Omega. I mean, I was Born-Omega. I had no idea how this term actually worked. Just because my Wolf was smaller, weaker, they called me that. And in the Pack of Strong Warriors and soldiers, being an Omega meant I was cursed by Moon Goddess, neglected by all. So being a Lycan's Luna meant immediately death for someone like me.

During our New Year’s Eve dinner, I told my family that my company was not giving out year-end bonuses. The table went silent. Even the TV host counting down to midnight suddenly sounded grating. My husband and daughter slammed the table in frustration. “No year-end bonus?! How are we supposed to pay the mortgage and the car loan? I didn’t marry you so you could live off me!” “Other moms either buy designer bags or send money. You’re the most useless one. You can’t even bring home a $100,000 bonus.” My in-laws sat there with dark looks on their faces and said nothing. I looked at their self-righteous faces and felt a lump in my throat. All these years, every expense in this family was paid with the money I earned from late nights, overtime, and project commissions. But all they could see was the $100,000 bonus I did not bring home. “If you can’t make any money, then get out!” My husband grabbed my arm and pushed me toward the door. My daughter was not satisfied and kicked me on the lower back. I did not turn around. I took out my phone and booked the presidential suite at a downtown five-star hotel. My bank account had just received a $1 million dividend payout. It was true that I did not get a year-end bonus. But I got promoted to management. From this day onward, I would receive $1 million in dividends every year.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

Ten years after graduation, I funded a scholarship for underprivileged students at my alma mater. During the ceremony's interview segment, one of the scholarship recipients suddenly grabbed the microphone. "That night at the karaoke bar, you forced yourself on me! Aren't you going to take responsibility?" Her words cut through the room, and every student and faculty member turned to look at me. In an instant, I was branded a rapist. The company's stock fell immediately in response. Amid the chaos, I simply stared at the girl in front of me. Had students really become so ruthless just to get what they wanted? Only a few days ago, I had helped her fend off a gang of troublemakers, so how could she turn around and spread lies about me then? Besides, I was a woman. What could I possibly have done to her?

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”