Novel & Cerita Chocolate Royalty

Scarlett; Minutes after I had given birth to his kids, he walked into the ward and announced our divorce, claiming that I betrayed him. Accused of infidelity, I was heartbroken when he chose to disbelieve me even when it was obvious that I was framed. Despite giving birth to his twins, I was forced to part with one of my children. As if that wasn't enough, even my own family discarded me, revealing that I was adopted. In a state of irreparable heartbreak, I managed to flee to New York with my remaining child, eager to start afresh. But that decision I made changed my life forever. I uncovered my true heritage and it turns out I'm a part of Hollywood royalty, a celebrity heiress with a legacy of stardom. One stunning twist threw everything off balance. I crossed paths with Ethan once again and this time around, he's desperate to correct all his wrongs. But can I ever forgive him? Ethan: Despite our marriage being arranged, I've grown to love Scarlett. I've come to develop feelings for her, but she ended up betraying me. I divorced her and took my son away from her but I regret my actions. I searched the entire city for her but my efforts to find her were futile. My son was desperately sick and needed a maternal figure. With no other option, I had to agree to Jasmine's proposal so we could provide the parental support he needed. Just as I thought she'd vanished from my life forever, she walked into that event, and the revelation of her true identity left me stunned – a famous celebrity and the long-lost heiress of the iconic Scott family. Now I want her back but will she ever forgive me? Or will I lose her forever?

She was sold as a breeder. He bought her for three hundred coins. Neither expected the mate bond that would destroy them both. 🌺 Isabella never had a wolf. Labeled defective and sold to Alpha Nolan of Silvermoon Pack, she was nothing more than a body to use and discard. But on her eighteenth birthday, when she enters his chambers, the impossible happens—the mate bond ignites between them. Alpha Nolan feels it too. But he's in love with Luna Giselle, his beautiful betrothed. He refuses to accept a wolfless omega as his fated mate. After a night of cruel passion, he rejects Isabella publicly, shattering the bond and her heart. Heartbroken and hunted by Giselle's assassins, Isabella flees into the forest. Rescue comes from Alpha Kieran of Crescent Moon Pack, who discovers her shocking truth: Isabella isn't a werewolf at all. She's a lycan princess, stolen as an infant and lost to her royal family for eighteen years. And the pregnancy growing inside her—Alpha Nolan's child—has awakened her dormant powers and her wolf. A wolf unlike any other: pink-furred, ancient, and powerful beyond measure. Three months later, Alpha Nolan arrives at Crescent Moon for a treaty renewal, still haunted by a bond that refuses to die. When he discovers Isabella alive, pregnant, and revealed as lycan royalty, he realizes his catastrophic mistake. But it's too late. Alpha Kieran has found Isabella's true lycan mate, and Luna Giselle is plotting with vampires to destroy the woman who threatens everything. Caught between the mate who rejected her, the destined mate waiting for her, and a vengeful Luna with deadly secrets, Isabella must embrace her power as the pink wolf and choose her own fate. "You rejected me when I was nothing. Now I'm everything you can't have."

She left cash on his pillow. He's been hunting her for eighteen years. Now they're neighbors—and she's carrying his baby. Evelyn Hart's revenge plan was simple: hire the hottest escort money could buy, have one night of mind-blowing sex, and finally forget her cheating ex-husband exists. What she got instead: Sebastian Creed. Six-foot-four of sinful perfection who made her body sing in ways she didn't know were possible. She left ten thousand dollars on the bed and ran before dawn, convinced she'd never see him again. Six weeks later, reality hits like a freight train. The "escort" is actually a billionaire. He owns the mansion next door. He's been obsessively searching for her since the night he saved her from a car crash when she was fourteen. Oh, and she's pregnant with twins the doctors said she could never have. Sebastian isn't just her neighbor—he's her stalker, her savior, and apparently, her fated mate. Because plot twist: he's a werewolf. And the supernatural bond between them is turning her inconvenient attraction into a soul-deep craving that's impossible to fight. Now he's breaking into her house at 3 a.m., showing up uninvited to her OB appointments, and making it very clear that the one night she paid for was just the beginning of forever. But their twisted love story is about to get deadlier. Sebastian's dying father wants him to claim a werewolf throne. His ex-husband wants her land for a billion-dollar deal. Werewolf royalty wants her dead for contaminating the bloodline. And Evelyn? She just wants to survive pregnancy, figure out how to be a queen in a world that thinks she's prey, and maybe—maybe—learn to trust the alpha who's been obsessed with her since she was a teenager.

I thought being sold to pay my father's gambling debts was the worst thing that could happen to me. I was wrong. Dragged to an auction house for the supernatural elite, I became a blood servant to Lucian Aion, the coldest, most ruthless billionaire vampire in New York. He owns half the city, answers to no one, and treats humans like disposable toys. For two years, I survived his cruelty, his indifference, and the humiliation of being nothing more than his personal blood bag. I cleaned his penthouse, stayed invisible, and counted the days until my contract ended. But everything shattered the night I discovered I was pregnant. Impossible. Vampires can't have children with humans. Yet here I was, carrying what shouldn't exist. Before I could tell Lucian, I found him with Viviana Drakov in the council chamber, a pureblood vampire heiress and his ex-fiancée. She was pregnant too. And Lucian chose her. He threw me out into the streets like garbage, calling me a liar, a fraud, a desperate human trying to trap him. Fine. I'll survive. I always do. But three months later, when rogue vampires hunt me for the hybrid baby in my womb, Lucian comes crashing back into my life with a revelation that changes everything: I'm not human. I'm the last descendant of the Nightshade bloodline, vampire royalty everyone thought was extinct. My child isn't just a hybrid. It's the prophesied heir that will shift the balance of power in the supernatural world. And Viviana? She's been lying about everything. Now Lucian wants me back. His vampire council wants my baby. Viviana wants me dead. But they all forgot one thing: I'm done being anyone's victim. They wanted a war? They're about to get one.

I paid Curtis Robinett 200 thousand dollars a month to be a standby blood donor. My fiancée, Eden May, thought it was a waste of money. So she reassigned him to work part-time as her personal assistant instead. When Curtis accidentally submitted my marriage license appointment as a divorce filing for the 99th time, I kicked open Eden's office door. She didn't even look up. "We're in no rush to get married anyway," she said calmly. "Curtis is just careless. That's how he's always been." Later, in the emergency room, I called Eden while doctors rushed around me, my throat shredded from yelling. "Where's my emergency medical kit?" I rasped. "What did you do with it?" Curtis answered instead, his voice warm and smug. "You mean the expensive leather bag you kept in the cabinet? I swapped it out for a large party snack box. It holds everything just fine, and honestly, it looks a lot more cheerful. "Ms. May's brother and sister-in-law are both career soldiers. Your bag didn't really match that image, so I thought this would be more appropriate." My vision dimmed. My hands shook as I told Curtis to come donate blood. Eden laughed softly and cut in, "Stop pretending you're anemic just to get attention. If you're actually sick, deal with it. You're at the hospital; I think the doctors are fully capable of keeping you alive. Curtis is afraid of needles. He's not coming." Then, she hung up. She didn't appear until the surgical lights finally went dark. "Curtis had me bring you chocolate milk," she said. "It's good for recovery. It's not that he didn't want to help. He just faints at the sight of blood." She placed a settlement waiver on my bed. "I was the one who told him not to come. That 200-thousand-dollar monthly salary is his pay as my assistant. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to call the police for that. Sign this, and I'll go get the marriage license with you." I thought of what I had just seen in the operating room. Eden's brother, Harvey May, was bleeding out on the operating table, waiting for a lifesaving drug that never came. In the final moments of surgery, he could do nothing but lie there and die. I looked at her and said evenly, "You're the immediate family. It's not my place to sign that."