Good Books To Read

“I DEAD SET AGAINST THIS MARRIAGE.” “What do you mean son?”. Luna Amelia asked the raging Damien. “I will not sit and WATCH MY BROTHER MARRY A GOLD DIGGER LIKE HER!.” Damien spatted. “Damien!” “Son!”. “Brother!.” ****** Lucy agreed to marry her werewolf billionaire gay best friend Noah who is bent on hiding his identity as a gay to the werewolf community. Everything was going according to plan until his brother Alpha Damien returned and opposed the wedding. He expressed his dislike for Lucy and swore not to allow the wedding to happen. Damien hated humans ever his fated mate who is a human stole a huge amount of money and then left him. Damien was bent on not allowing his brother to repeat the same mistake he did and so he swore not to allow his brother to marry the human who obviously was with his brother because of his billionaire status. But the more Damien tires the hate the human, the more he finds himself thinking and yawning for her. Damien couldn’t understand what’s happening. Could this human who is engaged to his brother be his second chance mate or was he falling victim of of her manipulation?.

After I dropped out of school, my parents didn't pressure me to do anything. But Nicole Hicks kept calling nonstop. She was my boyfriend's childhood friend who had established a reputation as a genius. I was too busy helping out in the fields, growing vegetables, and splashing around in the creek, living my best carefree life. Writing code wasn't even on my mind. In my past life, she had turned in a project just one day before I did. Her codes were exactly the same as mine. Everyone called me a fraud and said I had stolen it. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. Later, she even did a livestream, accusing me online of being a school bully. People went wild. They didn't just come for me—they went after my whole family. Some obsessed troll chased my parents in a car, and they died in a crash. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped off a high-rise, my eyes still wide open, refusing to accept the way it all ended. Even in my last moment, I couldn't figure it out. That code was mine. My hard work. So how did she manage to post it before me? When I opened my eyes again, I was back, right before everything fell apart.

I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of rage, she ran out of the banquet hall and was struck by a car, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state. I thought my husband would break down. Instead, he remained calm, stayed through the dinner, and secured the investment in surprisingly calmness. The truth revealed itself later. After the company went public, he brought me abroad under the guise of business, only to drag me onto a medical ship in international waters. As my kidney was cut from my body, I cried and asked him why. His answer came with a slap. "If you hadn't been jealous back then... If you hadn't tried to sabotage her, she wouldn't have ended up like that." I died in agony on the operating table. After my death, he used the money from selling my organs to cure his beloved childhood sweetheart, and the two of them went on to live rich, comfortable lives together. And then I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she decided to serve pork to the clients.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”

At the pack's anniversary dinner party, the Alpha, Matt White, told us to write down the gifts we wanted. He would make sure every request was fulfilled. When it was my turn, the newly arrived intern suddenly snatched the paper and pen out of my hands. "Mr. White works so hard managing the pack. We can't let him spend money on us! You shouldn't write down your dream gift," she said. I ignored her, grabbed the list back, and calmly wrote down one item: a washing machine. Peyton immediately flew into a rage and splashed the champagne on the table straight onto me. "I told you not to write anything down! As a Beta, how can you be so inconsiderate of Mr. White?" My coat was completely soaked, and I looked utterly disheveled. I couldn't hold back my anger anymore. I flung the list straight at her face without mercy. She instantly covered her face and screamed, "How dare you hit me! Do you know who my father is? He's the Alpha King! Even Mr. White has to be polite to him. I'll have you kicked out of the pack for laying a hand on me!" I froze. I was the Alpha King's biological niece. My uncle didn't even have a partner, so how would he have a grown daughter?

Born to an Alpha hungry for power, presumed powerless Sasha has lived a life void of compassion and love but filled with loneliness and insults all because she wasn’t a boy. Looking to solidify his position of power, her father believed she was good for one thing, so he offers her hand in marriage to the most ruthless Alpha in the northern region, Turk. Unwilling to suffer at the hands of yet another power hungry man, Sasha runs away only to end up captured, believed to be human, and sold as a slave. The only thing…she’s sold to the same Alpha she ran away to avoid. Struck by her beauty and defiance, Turk decides he wants to make her his little Luna, except for one thing….on the day he introduces Sasha as his Luna she realizes his brother and Beta is her mate... The True Alpha of the Tumbale Pack, Bello was never interested in power. His focus has always been on being the best artist he could be and ensuring his pack prospered in other ways. Mateless and uninterested in taking a chosen mate, Bello happily concedes the Alpha position to his older brother, Turk, and accepts the position of Beta, after the untimely death of their father. After returning from a trip on pack business, Bello encounters the most glorious scent, one that could only come from a mate, at a pack dinner he’s forced to attend. The problem, the scent is coming from the human his brother has just introduced as his Luna. What happens when Bello meets Sasha? Will Bello fight for Sasha? Will Sasha accept him as her mate? Will Turk let her go? What is a human doing among wolves?

After my daughter was seriously injured in a car accident and suffered heavy bleeding, she was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. When it was time to sign the surgical consent form, the nurse suddenly snapped the medical file shut and pressed it down firmly. "Hospital regulations state that only immediate family members can sign the surgical consent form. What proof do you have that you are the child's father?" I was stunned. "She is my biological daughter. Do I still need to prove it to you?" The nurse retorted, "Birth certificates can be forged. How do we know the child wasn't abducted by you? If you cannot prove it, we cannot proceed with the surgery." Seeing the nurse's self-righteous expression, I trembled with anger. "I am signing the surgical consent form for my own biological daughter. Do I need to provide DNA evidence as well?" She curled her lip. "These are hospital regulations. We are being responsible for the patient. If you cannot prove the child is yours, we will report you to the police for child trafficking." After saying that, she actually called security to report it and loudly accused me of being a human trafficker. Report me to the police? I took out my police uniform from my bag and put it on. I'd show her what a split-second response was.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they humiliated and murdered me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair with her lover at her wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.”

My child-free husband went back to his hometown for a funeral, and after he returned, he suddenly wanted me to have a baby. He was one of the best obgyns in the state, so he handled my IVF procedure himself. After more than 160 hormone shots, we finally heard the baby’s rhythmic heartbeats for the first time, which made my usually calm husband tear up. Soon, he tightened every part of my routine, from a strict diet to my schedule, and once my belly started showing, he barely let me get out of bed. I thought he was just being overly protective. But then, right by my ear, I heard a nasty little boy’s voice. [Which player starts their mission inside the womb? And she’s not even my mom!] [Just four more months. My dad will make sure she dies on the operating table so he can keep only his son.] [After that, he’ll bring my real mom back, and my mission will be complete!] I canceled my afternoon checkup immediately as soon as I heard this. Did the system forget to tell him that he wasn’t the only player in this world?

Alessia thought she had it all…..a career she built from nothing, a husband she loved, and a baby on the way. Then her best friend Sandra told her the truth: she's been sleeping with Edward for six months. She's pregnant too. Alessia divorced him that same day. Five years later, she moved on. New husband. New life. Her son Davison doesn't even remember Edward. Until Davison gets sick. Leukemia. The only cure is a bone marrow transplant from a sibling. The doctors give her one option: have another baby with Edward. Alessia agrees because she'll do anything to save her son. But the deal is clear, she carries the baby, then gives him up. Sandra raises him. Alessia walks away. It should be simple. It's not. Because Edward never stopped loving her. Jeffrey can't forgive her. Sandra's jealousy is spiraling out of control. And Alessia is caught in the middle of a war between the family she built and the family she left behind. When the baby is born and Davison survives, Alessia thinks it's over. But twelve years later, the boys meet. They become best friends without knowing they're brothers. And when Davison's cancer comes back, the only person who can save him is the brother he never knew existed, the boy Alessia gave away to save his life. Now every secret, every lie, every sacrifice is about to come out. And this time, there's no walking away.