D'amour Library Novels & Stories

Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned. That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media. My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone. The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.] I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.] Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap. Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold. "What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now? "His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship. "Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then." The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again? I hung up on her. My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.

At my own wedding, I find out the woman behind the veil isn't even the one I'm supposed to be marrying. Instead of getting mad, I give her the wedding of the century. It's all because of what happened in my past life. I'd exposed that she wasn't my bride in front of everyone and blew up the whole ceremony. That forced Jessie Clarke, who'd been at the hospital with her childhood sweetheart, Oliver Grant, to rush over reluctantly so we could still get married. Because of that, Oliver refused treatment and died on the operating table. When I heard he was gone, I told Jessie she should see him one last time, but she refused. All she said was, "Blame it on his bad luck." After we got married, we acted just as in love as before. I kept getting money from my family to save her company every time it was on the verge of collapse. But on the anniversary of Oliver's death, Jessie shoved me off the top floor of her company. I hit the ground hard enough to end up a broken, bloody mess. As I fell, I caught one last look at her face, streaked with tears. "If you hadn't forced me back to marry you, Oliver wouldn't have died! You get to keep me, but I lost him for good! Why do you get to live a happy life?" So that was it. She'd blamed me for Oliver's death from the start. She'd never loved me at all. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at our wedding ceremony.

I woke in the middle of the night to my Don husband murmuring in his sleep. “Juno, be good. Tomorrow I’ll buy you and Mamma a new house.” My eyes flew open. Juno? That was the name I’d always planned for a purebred Ceylon cat I dreamed of owning, but I’d never gotten one because of my pet fur allergy. And a new house? Could this just be a coincidence? I shook him lightly. “What did you just say?” He frowned and mumbled coarsely, “Had a nightmare. Dreamt of a shootout.” I didn’t press further. In the darkness, I reached for his phone and silently opened his messages.

Three years back, a crash wrecked Rhea's hearing—and the future she'd built her life around. At her lowest point, Eddie stayed by her side like a hero, pulling her out of the shadows. But the second she got her hearing back and thought she could finally tell him... she heard the truth: he'd planned the whole thing. For his beloved. So she could win. Yeah, he was already engaged. To that girl. Rhea didn't cry. Didn't scream. Just picked up her phone. "Grandpa, I'm ready. I'm taking back the Cliburn name. And I'm entering the international piano competition as your heir."

When model student, April gets involved with the alpha players on campus(including her stepbrother, Xaden and his friends; Ace and Nick, it’s a win-win situation for them. She gets to live out her wildest and kinkiest fantasies while they get to punish her for daring to go against them, they thought it was going to be three months of intense pleasure and they'd say bye bye to each other. But things take a different turn when feelings got into it, when they realized that there's a blurred mate bond between them all, and a curse that doom them all to hell. This is a very dark romance book with lots of explicit sex contents. The male leads are actual pyschos that'd do dark and twisted things to the female lead so skip if this isn't your thing.

She signed her freedom away with a trembling hand and a heart full of rage. Two years as Lucien Cross's contracted wife, playing the role of loving spouse while he remained her enemy behind closed doors. Mara Quinn made a deal with the devil to save her family. He married her to claim his inheritance. Their marriage is a battlefield, their home a cage gilded in wealth she never wanted. But hate burns hot—and somewhere between the fights and the forced proximity, between the public kisses that mean nothing and the private moments that mean everything, the line between enemies and lovers begins to blur. She promised herself she'd walk away when the contract expired. He promised himself he'd never care. They were both wrong.

When introverted college student, Gabriella Brooks, escapes her overbearing parents grasp. She finds solace in a quaint LA apartment. But her newfound peace was short lived as her next door neighbor Kai Alexander Flynn, a tattooed enigma with piercing eyes and a sharp tongue stirred up trouble. He was everything she'd been sheltered from, he was her antithesis: darkness to her light, chaos to her calm. Yet, in the storm of his presence, she found an unexpected freedom. She began to realize that his kind of chaos might be exactly what she needed to break free. As their animosity ignited into something fierce, she'd have to decide: Was he her ruin or her salvation? Was he her reckoning or her rebirth?

Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only! This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 18. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity. "Childhood enemies make the most passionate lovers." "The problem is we can't stand each other and can't live without each other at the same time." "His dark eyes adored her sparkling face as if she was the shining star in his dark life." "He is ready to set the entire world on fire but never let a flame touch her." Manik Malhotra: His aura has the power to burn the whole world. He is surely not the knight in shining amour or prince charming out of the fairytales though his look was indifferent from them. Fire is the correct word to describe him. He is rude, irresistible, obsessive, fearless, arrogant, fierce, possessive and follows the rules of his family. He can't stand people who don't follow the rules made by his family. A devil to the world. Heir of Malhotra Industries and feudal lord of one of the states of India. "Jealousy is not my cup of tea but what's mine is mine." Nandini Murthy: Trouble is her middle name but she is worth the trouble. She is the angel straight out of fairytales. Enchanting beauty is the right word for her. She is sweet yet fiery, caring but wild, childish at times but she can't stand wrong. Adopted daughter of her parents which she is totally unaware of. Her family is orthodox but she knows what she wants and wants to do. "Classy and simplicity can surely go along and that's me."

I froze to death alone in the endless snow, my wolf core brutally crushed by Kalen Blackrock—the fated Alpha I’d given my entire life, my loyalty, my heart to. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. It was the exact day he’d planned to publicly reject me, the day that broke my past life before it even began. This time, I didn’t wait for his cruelty. I smiled, ripped our sacred mate bond to shreds before he could utter a single word, and said flatly, “I don’t want you anymore, Kalen Blackrock.” He’s the most powerful Alpha alive, feared by every pack across the werewolf world. But the moment I turned and walked away, he broke. He groveled, he begged, he laid his entire kingdom at my feet, desperate to earn back the love he’d thrown away. But it’s too late. I’ve found my true destiny: I am the Moon Goddess’s chosen heir, the only one who can save our dying world. I was never meant to be his Luna. I was born to be their Queen.

Andrew was the youngest Alpha the Northern packs had ever seen.   On his twenty-eighth birthday, he accepted a she-wolf as a gift — right in front of everyone.   For the first time, I dropped the obedient act. I smashed the champagne tower, threw my ring at him, and called off our engagement.   Then I packed my bags and left the pack I'd called home for seven years.   Everyone said I was a rogue with no one to turn to — that I'd come crawling back within three days.   Andrew didn't even care. "She's a rogue I took in. Without the North, where else would she go?"   But three days came and went. Then dozens more. I never went back.   The first time Andrew reached out through our mind-link, he found nothing.   I'd already severed the connection.   Later, when news broke that I had mated with Austin, Alpha of the South, it sent shockwaves through the werewolf world.   Andrew showed up at my door, desperate, begging me to come home.   Austin smiled warmly, his arm curling around my waist. "Andrew, what exactly are you discussing with my Luna?"