Every Weekend

He’s arrogant, infuriating, impossible to ignore. And most especially, the last person I had ever wanted until my cheating boyfriend leaves me exposed and vulnerable. Now, I’m forced into a fake relationship with his worst enemy. Publicly we’re perfect, privately, the sparks between us are scorching. Every touch, every stolen glance, every heated argument makes it harder to remember this is supposed to be fake. And suddenly, the man I hated isn’t just my ex's rival, he is the one I can’t stop craving.

One ritual gone wrong. One girl bound in chains of blood. Salomé’s life is stolen the night she’s dragged into the mafia underworld… and the wolves that rule it. Cassian, Rhett, and Matteo, Three men tied to her by hunger, oath, and obsession. They’re her captors and her shields, her executioners and her only chance at survival. But every oath demands a price. And every touch pushes her closer to the truth: she was never prey. She was prophecy. And when her power rises, every world, mafia, pack, and temple, will fall to its knees.

Every tear I shed feeds his ego. Every whimper, his pride. Every bruise he leaves behind, his silent claim over me. He takes me cold. Leaves me ruined. And I wait - quiet, breathless, for the next time he comes back to break me again. He thinks he has me in the palm of his hand. Thinks I’m nothing without him. A fragile wife, meek, obedient. A weakness he never needed. I let him believe it. I never tried to break the illusion. As long as I have his hands on me, As long as his shadows reach for me, That’s enough. But in the dark, daggers roam. And with every sound my heels make, they fall. He still thinks I’m glass, But he hasn’t heard me shatter.

In a world where love and pain are tangled inseparably, Maria has built walls around her heart—walls carved from betrayal, heartbreak, and loss. She moves through life with a quiet strength, hiding the cracks beneath her broken smile. Francis, a man whose presence commands every room, sees the world differently. Bold, dominant, and unwavering, he is used to taking control—but Maria is unlike anyone he has ever encountered. Drawn to her fragility and the fire beneath it, he watches from the shadows, his intentions a dangerous mix of desire and protection. As their paths collide, Maria must navigate the tension between fear and longing, trust and temptation. Every glance, every touch pulls her closer to the edge of surrender, and every secret Francis keeps threatens to shatter her again. In the storm of their emotions, can they find solace in each other, or will the past keep them forever lost in their arms?

For centuries, the bloodlines of witches and werewolves have been shackled by a curse born of jealousy and vengeance. Shiloh, a hybrid enchantress scorned by Prince Kane, condemned their descendants: no witch and wolf of their line could ever fulfill their love. Every attempt would bring death to themselves or to those they held most dear. Generation after generation, Amindas and Kians have loved in secret, longed in silence, and died without ever uniting. Now, the last of their line faces the same cruel fate. Kian, heir to the Alpha throne, is strong, noble, and bound by duty—but none of it can temper the fire he feels for Aminda, the Witch Supreme. Aminda, brave and resolute, carries the weight of centuries on her shoulders, knowing that every stolen moment with Kian risks bloodshed, heartbreak, and doom. Their love is undeniable, but it is also forbidden, haunted by the lives of every ancestor who perished longing for the same impossible union. And yet, enemies lurk, plotting to ensure the curse endures. Alister and Fiorella manipulate shadows and bloodlines, intent on driving the lovers apart, while the curse itself tightens like a noose around their hearts. Centuries of sorrow whisper in every glance, every touch. Will Aminda and Kian finally break the cycle—or will they, too, be condemned to a lifetime of longing, separated by the distance that has doomed their ancestors?

“Will you marry me?” “Hell no.” ––– Isabella Kingston built her empire with cold steel and ruthless determination. At twenty-six, she’s the CEO every man wants to conquer and every woman envies. But when her grandfather’s will took her control away from her, she made a dangerous move—one that could save her legacy or ruin her. Elion Dawson, dark-eyed, devastatingly handsome, and infuriatingly calm, he’s supposed to be nothing more than her assistant. Instead, he’s the man she chooses to marry in a reckless gamble to escape her uncle’s grasp. He was supposed to be another pawn in her games but his touch is addictive, his kisses ruinous, and his intentions anything but innocent. Elion came into her life with a sole purpose, to destroy the family that destroyed his. He was never meant to fall for her… yet every stolen glance, every brush of skin, draws him deeper into a passion that burns hotter than the city skyline at night. In a world where betrayal hides behind every smile and desire can destroy an empire, Isabella must decide—will she fight for her throne, or surrender to the man who could ruin her?

She was once a victim… Locked away, forgotten, betrayed by the people who should have protected her. Everyone thought she was gone… But now, she’s back. And the town whispers her name in fear: Dorothy. Every night, a knock comes at the door. Soft. Slow. Waiting. Cheska doesn’t believe in ghosts… until she arrives at her family’s old house in San Lazaro. The secrets of the past are alive, and some are more dangerous than she could ever imagine. Every shadow hides a memory… Every corner holds a secret. And some doors… should never be opened

Rathcliffe Manor is built on rules,  obedience and control. As the new Lady of the house, Belle is watched. Judged. Whispered about in corridors that remember every scandal. She can endure her husband, Lord Rathcliffe, and the weight of his authority.She can survive the servants’ quiet scorn. What she cannot survive… is William. His son. He looks at her as though she is sin draped in silk. Every argument feels like foreplay disguised as war. Every accidental brush of hands lingers too long. Every stolen glance burns hotter than it should. She belongs to his father. But it is William’s voice that lingers in her mind at night. William’s face that follows her into her dreams. She is forbidden. He is untouchable. And the harder they fight it, the more inevitable it becomes. Because some temptations are not meant to be resisted. They are meant to ruin you.

Evelyn Carter swore she would make Alexander Kane pay. The ruthless billionaire destroyed her father’s company, shattered her family’s life, and left her with nothing but hatred burning in her chest. So when the chance came to marry him, she didn’t hesitate. As Mrs. Kane, she’d be close enough to take everything from him including his company, his reputation, and maybe even his cold, unfeeling heart. But Alexander Kane isn’t the man she expected. He’s darker, sharper, and far more dangerous. He claims to know her every secret, every move, and makes it clear that in his world, she’s the one playing with fire. Every stolen glance sets her heart racing. Every heated argument leaves her breathless. And every time he touches her, the line between love and hate blurs until she can no longer tell which one will destroy her first. He’s her enemy. He might be her obsession. And if she isn’t careful, he’ll become her downfall.

It was never part of my plan to get attached. I was just a freelance model, newly signed under a rising modeling agency in town. Everything was supposed to be simple; work, exposure, growth. Then came Dr. Aria Williams — dermatologist, surgeon, and the woman who was supposed to fix me. Chaos started the moment I met her. The way she talked, the way she looked at me felt like she was studying every inch of who I was. Every word I said, every silence I made, she read me like I was her favorite patient. It made me uncomfortably hot, and yet... I kept coming back. I told myself it was part of the therapy, the strange pull I felt toward her was part of it. But the way she looked at me; cold, curious, almost hungry, said otherwise. I hated her for it. I felt it every time her voice softened, every time her fingers lingered on my skin longer than they should. She called it treatment. I called it control. What started as therapy turned into something dark and deeper. I wanted to be beautiful, to be ready for the public, but what we craved became something private, something only between us. And the more sessions I had with her, the stronger the connection grew. Until one day, her eyes focused on someone else. And every time their eyes met, it burned through me. When she saw it, she offered something that challenged me. To be her slave and she'll be mine— alone. Soon, I found myself following her every order, fulfilling her desires without question. Along the way, I realized her obsession had become mine too. And before I could stop, the hate I once felt for her turned into something else.