Female Selever

To protect my boyfriend, Nico, the illegitimate son of our allies, the Moretti family, from their internal power struggles, I agreed to leave New York with him. But on the eve of my adoptive father, the Don of the Falcone family, signing our transfer orders, he backed out. Through the hidden door of the cigar lounge, I heard his right-hand man tease him: "So you really kept up that act for three months just to get rid of the princess?" "But she's your childhood sweetheart. You really have the heart to some miserable fishing village in the Baltics all by herself?" Nico's voice was nonchalant. "It's just an outpost across the pond. How far can it be?" "Scarlett is too controlling. If I don't get her out of the picture, how am I supposed to get any breathing room? Besides, I need to put Chloe at ease." I stood behind that hidden door for a long time that night, my grip on the doorknob tightening until my knuckles were white, before I finally let go. I turned and walked away, pulling out my tablet to change my flight plan. I changed the destination from the official plan of that desolate Baltic outpost to a seat at the High Table in Sicily, which is the absolute center of old-world Mafia power. Everyone seemed to have forgotten. I am the princess of the Falcone family. And he is nothing but filth from the gutter. We were never a match.

For three years, Jared never touched Lucia. But late at night, he'd sneak off and get off to a photo of Alice—her so-called sister. Lucia didn't find out until she saw his phone by accident. That's when it hit her—he only married her for revenge. She was the real heiress, swapped at birth. But when she came back, everyone acted like she'd stolen Alice's life. Crushed, Lucia walked away. Back to her true family. What she didn't expect? Jared losing his mind, tearing through the world trying to find her.

"Are you really willing to pay someone $100,000 to act as your wife?" Selena asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Yes, I'm considering tripling the offer," I said, my voice betraying a hint of pride. She looked at me with surprise, and I couldn't help but feel insulted by her reaction. It was clear that her experience with poverty had made her skeptical of anyone with wealth. Selena Gardner had no choice but to accept Fred Leonard's offer to be his contracted wife. Although she was a staunch feminist who believed in female empowerment and a fairy tale kind of love,she had no other option. Her sister's life was at stake, and she needed money for her medical treatment. But little did she know that her social media love interest, George, was actually Fred's cousin and rival for the CEO position. This contract marriage and love triangle story will have you on the edge of your seat as you follow Selena's journey as she navigates her chaotic love life while living under the same roof as Fred and George. As the days went by, Selena found herself being drawn deeper and deeper into the Leonard family drama. The more time she spent with them, the more she found herself questioning her own beliefs and values. Would she be able to hold on to who she was, or would she be changed forever by this experience? Will she choose one of them after all the charade was over or will she manage to stay true to herself?

A thirty-year-old office lady, who got into an accident and is now trapped inside a novel series she loves. She was reincarnated into one of the side character extras of the story and meets in person the tyrant magician, the playboy prince, and the clueless female lead of the story.

Kaydence is the only child of The former alpha and Luna of her pack. At twenty four she has rejected her mate and became the first female alpha. Will her rejected mate win back her heart or is it too late for forgiveness?

You think of my love as a burden and can't see my pain and suffering. Love ensnares them in a world filled with disappointment. What will the female protagonists in the stories do once they've had enough of being let down?

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiancé, Marco, married the Don's daughter. My father was framed and thrown in jail. I needed five million dollars to get him out. Then Marco found me. "Be my mistress," he offered, "and I'll save your father." I smiled and turned to the man lurking in the shadows, a man known for his power, brutality, and his stone-cold heart. They said the king of the underworld never let a woman spend the night. But with me, he buried his head in my hair, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist. The floor-to-ceiling windows, the mahogany desk, and the ornate carved bed all became our battlegrounds. And there was one thing I forgot to tell Marco. The man I was with was Dante Landini, the cold-blooded Don of the Landini family, who was Marco's soon-to-be father-in-law.

I was the Holy Maiden of the Beast World, foretold by the High Priest. I was also the future Beast Lady. Three of the best males were carefully selected to become my mates. However, I knew that they disliked me, even planning to kill me on our wedding night and hand my Holy Maiden position to my half-sister, whom they truly loved. Thus, when my father asked me to choose one of them to be my chief mate, I knelt on the sacred ground and drew lots, hoping the heavens could help me. Unexpectedly, I drew the clan's High Priest.

In the fifth year of being married to Rick Duncan, I burned down our house. "Wendy Frost, don't think I'll forgive you so easily. I will never love you!" shouted Rick. I sat by the window and looked at him. "You'll regret this, Rick." The next second, a cloud of red mist appeared from the ground. I was left lying in a pool of blood. I suddenly opened my eyes... I was reborn. Three months later, Rick made a call late at night during the day of his wedding with Jennifer Frost. He was sobbing. "Mindy, I regret my decision."

A female Alpha vows to end the war between the sups in Ireland, uniting the shifters and Wiccans against the vampires to bring peace. A story of war, trust, deceit, and eternal love. TW: attempted abduction and attempted rape. not explicitly visual, but inferred.