Double Hearts

Godiva's life takes an unexpected turn when a simple pizza delivery leads her into the arms of a man she’s never met before—an encounter that sets the stage for her greatest transformation. Thrust into a world of secrets and power, she soon discovers her fated bond with not one, but two mysterious and captivating Alpha twins, Castor and Pollux Melluci. As a descendant of the Moon Goddess, Godiva’s connection with the twins forges a powerful, unbreakable bond. But as their love deepens, a dark and terrible force emerges from the shadows, threatening to tear apart everything she holds dear. The storm brewing around them pushes Godiva to her limits, forcing her to make an impossible choice between two of the most important things in her life. With danger closing in and her heart torn, will Godiva be able to choose between her destiny and her happiness? Or will she defy fate itself to claim the future she longs for with Castor and Pollux? The stakes have never been higher, and the price of her decision may change everything.

Running away from her past Scarlet disguised herself as a male to serve the three hot Alpha brothers, how long will she last without being caught? Especially when the Alpha King himself stares at her with that unknown look everytime and the Alpha brothers are confused cause they both like a guy and finds it crazy.

"What the boss wants, the boss gets.And, from the moment he sets eyes on the little mechanic, he wants her. Despite his dangerous reputation, she denies him at every turn, infuriating and intriguing him until he knows he must own her loyalty, passion and fire. He won't stop until she becomes his.Riley works hard, plays harder and drives fast cars. Life is good until the scariest man in town walks into her garage and seals her fate. Fiery and independent, she’ll do whatever it takes to drive him right back out of her life, until she finds herself cornered with nowhere to run but straight into his arms.But will her games turn deadly before the boss can bring her home and lock her down for good?This book is standalone. Guaranteed HEA, NO cheating, NO cliffhanger. Sizzling dark mafia romance. Read at your own risk!Driven Hearts: Driven by Desire is created by Nikita Slater, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

“Arky please don’t...” he tried to grabbed him on his waist as to prevent him from leaving. “Zad, I can’t! This is totally wrong man...” Arkael tried to reason out. “I... I’m going to be insane if I’m with you! Let’s treat each other as strangers from now on...” he added as he took his large strides leaving Zadkiel behind. Two successful CEOs of the two biggest companies in UN state was bound to meet. Arkael Mitchel Casimiro was publicly known to be a married man while Zadkiel Axton Mortel was rumored to be a cold and heartless bachelor. Join me as we travel together to discover their hidden secrets and fullfil their confusions. Hope you guys like this!

Tragedy can strike anywhere and at any moment, to anyone. In a moment life can change. It can leave you so drastically altered as to leave you with permanent scars. Meet Jaxsen Michaels and Sebastian Green. A parentless child and a fatherless son each get a chance to have the family that was lost to them both. This is book one of three.

When Levi Ezra and I got married, he had solemnly vowed he would love me for a lifetime. Seven years later, he got another woman pregnant — a woman he had so carefully tucked away in a luxurious estate, complete with everything money could buy for a perfect, pampered delivery. By the time I discovered the truth, his mistress's belly was already round and heavy. Her due date was just around the corner. Levi had hesitated — for barely a second — before instinctively shielding her behind him, as though I were some threat. He said, "Nikki, you're terrified of childbirth. Now that this baby is coming, the Ezra family will finally have an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. We'll still be the same as before. Nothing will change." I clutched the freshly issued pregnancy report in my hand — the one confirming my own child — and let out a laugh so sharp and brittle that it shattered into tears. The day his mistress went into labor, I terminated my pregnancy. I left the divorce papers on his desk, packed my bags, and boarded the first flight to a foreign land.

My roommate beamed with pride as she told me a horrifying secret: she had allowed a wealthy businessman to "remove" her unborn child, claiming he absorbed the baby’s fortune in exchange for a hefty payout. Chills ran down my spine. I urged her to stop meddling with such dark dealings before it destroyed her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she threw herself into it, addicted to helping people "transfer luck" for money. Her luck ran out when she contracted a mysterious disease. When her boyfriend found out, she turned on me, tearfully accusing me of tying her to another man’s bed. Before I could even defend myself, an enraged man ran me down with his car. The next thing I knew, I woke up to find myself back in time. My roommate was leaning in close, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, asking if I wanted to join her "luck transfer" schemes. This time, I wasn’t taking any chances. I noticed the slight swell of her belly and immediately sent a text to her boyfriend: "Congrats! You’re going to be a dad!"

I stood at his foot, looking him over. The way he kept up his arms, made the muscles of his arms bulge, leaving those on his abdomen flexed. He looked like a model posing for a casual photo. Just then, a disturbing thought entered my head as I stared at his body. I closed my eyes and shook my head to expunge the illicit thought that crept into it but the thought became vivid behind the darkness. I flipped them open and stared at him again. Then throwing caution and the thought of the dreadful future out the window, I crouched on all fours and crawled on both sides of him till I was face to face with his chest. Slowly, I laid my body on top of his, placed my palms on his chest, and rested my jaws on it. The body contact sent warmth and something sweet up and down my body, going to rest on its usual place below my waist. He still had his eyes closed but I knew he was awake because his face slowly lit up in a beautiful smile, then ever so leisurely, his arms slid down and wrapped around my waist.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

Natasha a nobody who was bullied since childhood for being ugly was grown up with strict and cruel parents. She had an incredible glow up making everyone jealous but then she was termed as a slut. She had a gold heart and soul of an angel. A bad boy Damon a bully fell in love with her after mentally torturing her for months. Will Natasha ever love the boy she hated? Will Damon get his soft side out and change himself for Natasha?