Grand Duchess Tatiana

"Yes." Her voice, loud and clear, resounding in the silence of the cold car. "I will do it." She said and paused. "But on one condition." "And what would that be?" he asked impatiently with brows raised. "Be my Lover." A senile father, a demeaning slave-driving job, and a life devoid of joy were the perfect descriptions for her life. Avery, a regular human girl never thought it would get any worse but it did. Everything was falling apart and as inconsequential as she was in the grand scheme of things, she couldn't do anything to stop her government and the famed and powerful vampire clan from doing whatever they wanted. Damien had never been one to submit to power or will and not especially now when his vampire counterparts and even the weaker humans were blindsided by the power they thought they had. They were causing havoc in the name of making peace and he wouldn't stand for it. Power he would lose, acceptance and dignity would flee from him but he wouldn't stand and watch injustice take place. What happens when these two determined souls find each other? Do they connect beyond understanding and achieve their common dream or would everything that separates them be what would end them?

In the grand Kingdom of Pereshwar, there lived a servant by the name of Nadia Rafsani, a.k.a. Nailah El Nour. Yep, that’s me. After experiencing the harsh reality of being a neglected bastard princess, I decided to live under the radar as a servant. Nailah El Nour, last princess of the Pereshwaran Empire, was not widely known. I was leading a very low-key and successful life until all the secrets about my family history started to unravel chaotically. And, it all started with a very annoying crow. To top off my list of inflating struggles, the crow was none other than the crown prince of the Pereshwaran Empire, Calaf Abraha. Moreover, my very existence poses a huge threat to the new kingdom, and I can under no circumstance fall into their hands. Now, as I struggle to keep my identity a secret, I also have to deal with this manipulative and infuriating prince from invading my personal life. But beware, the prince is allied with Jinns, and the Jinns know who whisper their secrets. They say death isn’t a good enough punishment for Nadia, so what is? An eternal binding, or permanent exile to the underworld? Find out more in this spellbinding story of two enemies who'd rip worlds apart just to create their own.

My husband only married me for a family alliance, but his heart was always with his first love. To please her, he even threw her a grand wedding. He forced me to play the wedding march at their ceremony. When I hit a single wrong note, he stood by as she drove steel needles through my fingers. “Weren’t you so proud of being a pianist? Then I’ll take that away from you.” “This is my revenge for forcing me into this marriage!” Later, I got pregnant. However, Yaron Hayes, my husband, left for an extravagant trip abroad with Ellie Jensen. When he finally returned and saw my swollen belly, he immediately assumed I had cheated. He locked me in a closet, forcing me to endure a brutal childbirth alone—one that cost me my life. Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Hayes family arranged our marriage. This time, I let go of my foolish devotion. I booked a flight to study abroad in half a month. “The sky is vast, and birds are meant to be free. It's time for me to follow my own path.”

I told Charlie my biggest secret—I was the long-lost daughter of the powerful Moore family in Dreslane. He swore he'd help me reunite with them. But the night before I met them, the Moore family made a grand declaration—they'd already found their missing daughter. A ceremony was set. I rushed there, heart pounding, only to see Charlie standing beside his childhood friend, Raine. She was being introduced as the Moore heiress. And somehow, she had the exact same birthmark as me. Before I could do anything, Charlie locked me in a restroom. "It's just a name," he said. "You still have me. So why does this matter? Raine's parents died saving me—she never had a real family. For my sake, can't you just let her have this?" Then, to erase any doubt, to make sure Raine could live as me without fear—Charlie took a knife and carved the birthmark off my body. The shock. The pain. I lost my three-month-old unborn baby that night. And as I lay there, blood soaking through my clothes, I finally gave up.

My fiance is the best Neuro Healer among the werewolves. His first love is his little stepsister, who once took a fatal silver arrow for him. Now, her old condition has flared up, and she has a fatal silver venom disease. She only has 21 days left to live. In order to stay with her in her final days, he pours his newly developed "Memory Lock Potion" into me to eliminate all my memories of him by force. He says, "It's just 21 days. Once she's gone, I'll feed you the antidote myself, and you'll remember me again." In those 21 days, he holds a grand bonding ceremony for his stepsister, dances with her during the Moon Goddess Festival, and makes an oath swearing that they will become mates again in their next life. Finally, he sends her off. After 21 days, the potion wears off, and he kneels in the rain with tears and blood all over his face. He asks hoarsely in an accusing tone, "The potion only lasts for 21 days… why have you forgotten me completely?" I just look up impassively at him. "Sorry, but who are you?"

Two decades have passed since the people of Anglonia were forcibly microchipped so the King could watch their every move. Tabs were kept on every citizen. The Anglonian's lives were lived in fear until ten teens decided they had had enough. Together they formulate a plan to free themselves and their people from the King's tyrannical watch. Venera, one of the ten, now of age, has been chosen as a potential bride for the prince of Anglonia. Positioning herself within the kingdom would open new doors for the freedom seekers if Venera is willing to pay the price. Ready to do what she must, Venera Vorobyova sets off for the palace, intent on gifting her people with liberty and protecting her friends. What she doesn't anticipate is the instant attraction she feels for Prince Felix. Will Venera recognize the danger to Prince Felix's life and save her love before it is too late? Everything will come to a head at the grand ball scheduled to announce their betrothal. Can Venera, the Prince and the ten take back Anglonia's freedom? Will love prevail even with the gruesome tasks ahead? Will bravery be enough? Find out what happens in The Rebel Falls For The Prince (The 10: Venera), a dystopian tale of betrayal, romance, bravery and friendship.

Edward Poletto, a feared mafia king, rules his vast empire with an iron fist. One day, while inspecting his vineyard, he meets Cecilia, a beautiful and humble grape picker. For the first time in his life, Edward feels the stirrings of love, something entirely foreign to his cold, calculating heart. He approaches Cecilia, hoping to win her affection, but she rejects him, revealing that she already has a lover. Used to getting whatever he wants, Edward is consumed by rage and jealousy. In a fit of fury, he murders Cecilia's lover, leaving her devastated and alone. With no one left to protect her, Edward forces Cecilia to marry him, dragging her into a life of luxury that feels more like a prison. Though she now lives in a grand mansion, Cecilia feels trapped in a hellish existence. Edward’s cruel and possessive nature makes her life unbearable, yet behind his rough exterior lies a deep, unspoken love for her. Unable to show his true feelings, he chooses control and domination, believing it’s the only way to keep her by his side. As Cecilia struggles to survive in this dark world, she begins to see glimpses of the man Edward hides beneath his hardened exterior, torn between fear, hatred, and the faintest hope for something more.

“Megan, I know I wronged you but please don't let Alex ruin me, my business is failing and Elizabeth won't even look at me”. Greg begged desperately on his knees with trembling lips. A scornful smirk tugged at the corners of Megan's lips as she looked down at her ex-husband. “Everything happening to you now you deserve it”. “What, his eyes widened with disbelief before being replaced with rage. Alex will ruin you, he is a monster”. he yelled. “What an honour it will be to be ruined by the man I love”. Megan whispered with a glint in her eyes. Megan gives up her family name just to marry Greg, she even became a housewife to better satisfy him and stoops so low to befriend his ex girlfriend. All she cares about is his happiness but how did she get rewarded, divorce papers thrown at her face as well as a grand plan to send her to jail as a scapegoat for his true love Elizabeth. One million and he sells her off to be a scapegoat. No way! Even the doormat of her family cost over one million. She will let them know who she truly is, the youngest heiress of the influential and prestigious song family. She is back and about to shine, she will make them regret and pay dearly

La veille de mon mariage, je me suis retrouvée dans le lit de mon beau-frère, et j’étais dévastée. Mon fiancé, ainsi que tout le monde, m’ont accusée d’avoir trompé. Je me détestais… jusqu’à ce que je découvre la vérité. C’était un coup monté entre mon fiancé et sa maîtresse — ma meilleure amie — pour se débarrasser de moi. La réputation pour laquelle j’avais travaillé si dur pendant des années, ma vie, mon emploi… tout était en péril. « Épousons-nous et divorçons après un an. » Il n’y avait qu’un seul moyen de me sauver : épouser mon beau-frère aîné, le plus grand ennemi de mon ex-fiancé. Je ne savais pas si c’était une bonne idée, mais rien n’était plus important que de sauver ma carrière et ma réputation. Je n’avais pas le choix…

To save my family, I was dying of silver poisoning, my fiancé Marcus, the Alpha who had promised to never abandon me, now wanted to harvest my healthy kidney for my parents' adopted daughter, Celeste. Nobody cares if I live or die So I refused the conservative treatment plan. I injected myself with the witch's life potion. The price? In 72 hours, I would die from complete organ failure. In those three days, I gave my private healing center—the one I'd built with my own hands—to Celeste. Mom and Dad beamed with joy. "Good girl, you've finally grown up. You're taking care of your sister now." Marcus wanted to postpone our wedding to care for Celeste. I accepted it calmly. He praised me for finally being understanding. I even gave up my position as the pack's chief healer to Celeste. My parents and Marcus were so excited they planned to throw her a grand celebration ball. They invited every important person with status in the pack to honor her new role. I was just curious about one thing. After I died, would they shed a single tear for me?