Fake X Fate

"From now on, whenever you call me ‘Daddy’ in public, only you and I will know the true meaning behind it," said Gabriel Bloodfang. Every time I call him Daddy, only the two of us understand the truth hidden behind that word. To the world, I’m just a human girl saved by Alpha Bloodfang. To the Pack, I’m nothing more than a lucky adopted daughter. But to me, Daddy is everything, he’s my first love and my forbidden desire. One look from him makes my blood tremble. One touch from him ignites a fire that no law could ever extinguish.

"I swear I will kill you, Darkaldie Halcremide!" She swore, hatred in every word she uttered. "And I will find every attempt pleasurable, Astra." * Astra, picture perfect, a young priestess so perfect that her position as next head priestess was certain. Certain until he crashed into her life, Darkaldie Halcremide. He is her downfall. Her ruin. Crushing her pack and usurping the throne in a single day, Astra's life and future comes to an end and she seeks nothing more than death but Darkaldie craves not her death, but instead, his dark, filthy soul craves her pure, untainted soul. He is determined to get the perfect priestess to break and to crave but if there be anything Astra now craves, it is the death of Darkaldie Halcremide. She would go to any length for her sole craving, his death. And yet, what Darkaldie wants, Darkaldie gets. A struggle, a tussle. Cravings clash, lust stir, secrets lurk. Astra is TAKEN but Darkaldie's life, she vows to take. TAKEN - A Rogue King x Priestess Romance.

Eden Blake never believed in fairy tales—especially not the kind that begin with a billionaire’s offer and end in a penthouse suite. But when a desperate night leads to a fake engagement with cold, ruthless CEO Cassian Wolfe, Eden signs on for one month of pretending, pretending she’s in love... and pretending she isn’t falling for him. The rules were simple. No touching. No real feelings. No strings attached. But in Cassian’s world of press scandals, public enemies, and hidden trauma, the line between fake and real quickly blurs. And when secrets come to light—and hearts get involved—Eden realizes the most dangerous thing about the deal… is that it might be real after all. In this steamy, emotional billionaire romance, hearts are currency, secrets are leverage, and love might be the most expensive risk of all.

The day I found out that I was a fake heiress who had taken the place of the Jones family’s real daughter, my husband, Timothy Lane, was brought back as the true heir of the Lane family. The man who once said he loved me quickly abandoned both me and our daughter. At that very moment, the real heiress, Nancy Jones, decisively broke up with the fake heir of the Lane family and got together with Timothy. According to them, this was simply ‘making things right’. After losing everything in the blink of an eye, Micah Lane, the fake heir, kidnapped my daughter and me, forcing me to call Timothy for help. However, Timothy ignored our desperate pleas and mocked us. "You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and fake heir go together. No wonder you make such a perfect pair of actors." On the other end of the line, I could occasionally hear Nancy's raspy, suggestive voice. As I listened to them, Micah stabbed me and my daughter to death. I died a tragic, painful death. After we died, my daughter and I were my husband's final assignment as a mortician before he left the job. The man who claimed he did not care about us fell apart the moment he saw our lifeless bodies. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?! "Please, don't die! Don't leave me!"

The day before the semester began, my childhood friend Daniel Carter asked if he could borrow my private jet. Thinking he'd finally changed his ways, I agreed without a second thought. A moment later, he transferred a single dollar, calling it rent because he couldn't stand the thought of freeloading. The quirky amount said more than words ever could. I smiled and accepted it. On the first day of school, I kept things low-key, taking a cab back to campus. But when I arrived, there it was, my private jet parked right in the middle of the quad. The jet had been decked out in bubblegum pink, and students crowded around, their eyes shining with envy. My heart leapt. For once, I thought Daniel had finally figured it out. Beaming, I braced myself for his surprise. But as I drew closer, my smile froze. Sitting barefoot in the pilot's seat, my seat, was Clara West, the campus' queen bee.

Alessia gets kidnapped by a dangerous mafia Boss for having a relationship with the Mafia enemy. The Mafia Don, Rodion Konstantin, believes that a friend to his enemy is also an enemy, so he treats Alessia as an enemy. Stuck in Mafia Territory,  working for Rodion as a maid, Alessia ends up finding a secret that Rodion has been hiding. A secret considered to be Rodion's point of weakness. She learns that he is fighting  a fatal disease. She knows that Rodion's enemies could use this to bring him down. When Rodion learns that Alessia knows about his disease, he is left with no choice but to kill her, but he can't, because this girl that he kidnapped is always in his mind. He is busy fighting his sickness and also busy fighting his feelings for her. He doesn't believe in love, but he feels something strong for her. With Alessia having a secret that can get her free, will she tell Rodion's enemies about it? Being the powerful man in Italy, feared for his name, will Rodion risk keeping her alive or will he end her and continue hiding his sickness? How will two enemies fall in love when Alessia thinks he hates her and Rodion thinks she is going to use his weakness and bring him down?

Twenty six year old NICU nurse Audra Lehmann finds herself ensnared in a love triangle; having to choose between the man she’s always dreamed of and the man who is always there at the end. Will she choose the wealthy CEO who can give her everything she wants? Or will she choose the best friend who gives her everything she needs? Will she let fate decide?

To escape harassment and bullying at an elite university owned and dominated by mafia, Ren Ralph makes a desperate deal with the city’s most feared mafia boss, Ciro Don. In exchange for protection, Ren agrees to become Ciro’s fake lover, used as a toy. At first, it’s all business, but what starts as a fake relationship soon turns into dangerous obsession, Ciro wants more control, he wants to possess Ren, he becomes jealous of people around Ren. When Ren learns he wasn’t randomly selected, but specifically chosen to be in this situation, he tries to run but Ciro snaps. “I want him here, Now.” As the war between rival mafia families escalates, Ren is kidnapped and tormented. Ciro stops at nothing to get him back, and when he does, he possesses Ren. “I don’t want you as my toy, I want you as a wife.”

Bunso sa magkapatid si Carmelita. Madali sana ang buhay niya dahil nakapagtapos na ng pag-aaral sila at tanggap na ang kanilang pamilya sa kanyang lolo at lola, pero habang na sa sinapupunan palang si Carmelita may marka na ng isang sumpa ang kanyang pagkatao. Sa edad na labing-walo tatalab ang sumpa. Sumpa na makakabago ng paningin ng ibang tao sa kanya at ang kanyang paningin sa sarili. "Carmelita, Ganyan na ba talaga ang tingin mo sa akin? Do I look that desperate for a child?"

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.