Clean-cut

The blood-infused elixir I crafted won the top honor at the Nocturne's Gala, but my adopted sister stole it and claimed the credit. She thought she'd won glory, not realizing it was a vampire betrothal contract to the Prince Kaelan—rumored to be impotent, barbaric, and monstrous. When the proposal arrived, my archmage fiancé, to "protect" her, hastily bound himself to her with a blood-mark and took her to his bed. She returned, the fresh mark on her neck a badge of triumph. "Sister, your man is mine now. You turn twenty-five in three days. If no one claims you, the Matchmaking Registry will toss you to some aging, wife-beating rogue mercenary..." She was wrong. I always had a choice. I walked to my parents, who were scrambling to clean up her mess, and declared calmly. "If she refuses to marry Kaelan Nocturne, then I will."

A psychotic mafia leader with a crush. A girl with abandonment issues and a mild addiction to her mysterious stalker. Caroline doesn’t know it, but her life is forever changed after meeting Marshall Brown. She has never known love like this . . . or danger like this. Is love really forever? Even if the person you love isn’t who you believed them to be? He may not be a saint, but she’s not cut out for heaven either.

After a night of passion, Elena finds herself pregnant and fleeing her arranged marriage to a ruthless Mafia Don. Her escape is cut short when three powerful beings – a scorching dragon King , a seductive vampire Prince, and a brooding lycan king – claim her as their own. Now, hunted by both the Don and the supernatural Beings, Elena was stucked in a dangerous world of forbidden desires and hidden agendas, while desperately trying to protect her unborn child and uncover the truth about the fathers of her unexpected Pregnancy

Everyone in Asterhaven knew—Maxwell Porter hated Zoey Bradford. Hated how she clung so desperately to their marriage. Hated how she refused to set him free. He asked for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. But the hundredth time, when he thought she'd turn him down like always, her voice cut through the air, cold as ice that had been frozen for a thousand years. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

She blankly stares at the unfamiliar ceiling. 'Didn't I die?! I'm sure I cut my wrist. I felt it! I watched my blood flow before I blacked out! What's happening?!' She is Raine, an orphan who died by her own hands... Now she's given a new life and a family. A life in ancient times.Author: Please excuse my lapses on grammar as I am an amateur writer.

Annabelle Villarreal, a renowned surgeon, met a dead end after losing her license due to her husband's reckless activities. Befallen by this ill-fate, she resorted to cleaning jobs for survival only to be crestfallen when she realized her only son was suffering from a deadly illness that required immediate medical attention. Unable to bear the emotional trauma after catching her husband in bed with her colleague, she left the country to reside with her sister in-law, only to get entangled in the web of a ruthless mafia don, Mark Dickson after witnessing one of his murder scenes. In an attempt to bargain for her life, she opted to help him clean up his murder scenes and as time went on, she realized she had gotten herself in a situation worse than death but it was too late for her to withdraw from it. She had signed a contract with the devil himself.

“The first rule of the game? Don’t fall for the boss.” Atlan Wolfe was supposed to be making a comeback. After his career with the Flyers went up in flames, joining the Chicago Blackhawks was his last shot at redemption. All he needed to do was stay focused, stay clean, and stay out of trouble. Then James Carter walked in, the billionaire heir pulling the team’s strings from behind the scenes. Young, powerful, and dangerously charming, James is everything Atlan swore to avoid. But one reckless spark turns into a fire neither of them can control. The world isn’t ready for a scandal like this. Hockey fans worship Atlan as a hero. Shareholders expect James to be untouchable. Their desire could cost Atlan his career and James his empire. In the end, Atlan must choose, his glory on the ice… or the forbidden man who makes him feel alive.

It was my twentieth birthday. My father presented me with the photos of many rich heiresses across the nation. He wanted me to pick the one to have a political marriage with. I told him I wanted to leave that in the hands of fate. Why? In my previous life, I picked Rachel Osborne, an heiress from Shampton. And I did that without hesitation. After we got married, I found out her true love, Zacharias Newman, had gotten himself drunk at a bar. The reason? He was heartbroken that we got married. And while he was drunk, a robber mugged him and cut off his hand's tendons. He tried to kill himself three times, and who did my wife blame? Me. She extracted my family's assets and gave them all to her beloved. My family was left as an empty husk. And she let him cut our brake lines. Thanks to him, my family and I died in a horrifying car crash. This was my second life. This time, I chose Seraphina Oliviera, an heiress from Fortunopolis. She was someone who couldn't care less about worldly matters and was a God-fearing woman. Eventually, I showed up at the engagement with Seraphina, but that apparently drove Rachel mad.

Soon-to-be Alpha, Bobby, was more than just a regular shifter. On top of leading a powerful pack, his family had a powerful influence as one of Italy's most dangerous mafia leaders. Days before taking the title, Bobby's father finally comes clean with a secret he had tried to hide for way too long- Bobby had a daughter, and she was in danger. Bobby dropped everything and flew across the world to find her, but first, he had to locate the infamous woman he met for a one-night-stand. Little did Bobby know that he wasn't the only Alpha, from an influential family, that set out to find the girl. When he finally finds his daughter, Bobby has to face the most terrifying thing he had ever seen, on top of that- dealing with repulsive forces of law and a mysterious woman.

25 years ago, a maternity nurse secretly switched me out for her daughter. Unfortunately for her, my six-year-old brother saw this and secretly switched me back. 25 years later, the maternity nurse comes knocking with her actual daughter by her side. She accuses me, the heiress of Crawford Group, of being an impostor. The company's janitor starts insulting me and insinuates that my lipstick is a cheap imitation. Even my boyfriend humiliates me with her. "And here I thought you were the heiress of the Crawford family. You can't even compare to a hair on Pammy's head!" When the DNA test results are out, everyone is stunned. "That wretch bewitched me, Lori! Please forgive me—give me another chance!" my boyfriend cries. I look at him icily. "Another chance to do what? To clean the toilets?"