He Who Must Not Be Named Voldemort

One year of love, loyalty, and promises of forever, destroyed in a single day. Henry truly believed he would spend the rest of his life with Danny, his older boyfriend. He thought their relationship was unshakeable… until distance, excuses, and “busyness” became the new normal. Not even a message on their anniversary. Everything fell apart when Henry joined his roommates for their Friendship Day outing, only to discover that his so-called boyfriend was in the same building, proposing grandly to another person on the exact day that was supposed to be their anniversary. Caught between heartbreak and the burning desire for revenge, Henry made a daring move. He turned to Danny’s biggest rival, Maverick, a fellow student just like him. But things didn’t go as planned. Maverick wasn’t just a rival. He was powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly devoted. And he wanted Henry, even after learning the whole thing started as a game. What happens when Danny realizes his mistake and wants Henry back? And what will Henry choose: the one who broke him, or the one willing to fight for him?

She was the good girl, the kind who went to church, held onto hope, and believed love was patient, kind, and safe. He was the golden boy, a charming athlete with a dangerous edge and a past full of secrets. When their worlds collided, it wasn’t gentle. It was wild. All-consuming. Addictive. From the very beginning, he swept her off her feet , with compliments, promises, and intense affection. She fell hard. He changed her, slowly pulling her away from her values, her friends, and herself. But behind the sweet messages and stolen kisses was something darker: cheating, manipulation, and obsession. When she made one mistake, one moment of weakness, he unraveled. Possessive. Cold. Punishing. Their love turned into a battleground of blame, silence, and control. She finally found the strength to walk away. Two months of no contact. Healing. Distance. She went overseas to find space from the chaos. But just as she began to breathe again, he messaged her. They reunited. Briefly. Just long enough for her to realize the truth: he hadn’t changed. But she had. This is the story of a girl who lost herself in someone else’s world, and slowly, powerfully, found her way back. It’s about love bombing, heartbreak, emotional survival, and becoming your own safe place. She meets other men, learns new lessons, and begins to understand that what she really wants isn’t chaos disguised as passion… It’s peace. Wholeness. Companionship built on truth. He was never her forever. But he was the lesson she needed to meet the love she deserved.

Tammy, who my husband Steven used to mentor, was in the car crash with me. My liver had ruptured. I was drenched in blood. Steven didn't even flinch. He yanked Tammy out first, and she only had a scratch on her forehead. While I was unconscious, barely hanging on, he was freaking out about her getting a scar. When I came to, completely done, I chucked the divorce papers at his face. He went feral—ripped them up and said I'd only leave him over his dead body. I used to hate when he pulled that line. But now? If that's what it takes, so be it.

The hospital suddenly called to inform me that the kidney I had been scheduled to receive had been transferred—by my husband—to his first love. I confronted him. He replied casually, "It's just one kidney. Are you really in such a hurry? Daphne needs it more, so let her have it first. You're not going to die anytime soon anyway!" I stood there holding the medical report proving he had uremia, and in that moment, my three-year marriage felt like a joke. Fine. He was right. I wasn't the one who was sick—so what was I rushing for?

"You're my weakness!" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at Jennifer. "If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish." She said as she stepped towards him. He stepped back. "Don't come closer or I'll shoot!" He warned her, his hands jolting. "Jerald Carter, New York Cosa Nostra can't even shoot me." She mocked him. "Jennifer!" He warned her again. "You can't kill me, Jerald," She pressed her chest on the gun. "You and I borh know I am The Thing You Kill For," *** Jennifer's Father Promised that she will marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading over the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend-but now that her family's lives depends on it, there's no denying it anymore. There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn't help but fall for him. No one is perfect of course, Jerald Carter Has a big secret he is keeping, of The Dark and Deadly Variety. What will happen when Jennifer finds out that she married a man who could just easily kill her as a snap?

Warning: This is the most painful Love Triangle you'll ever read! Ever since Cami left the family where his older brothers sold her, she's been wandering around the City for days. No food, no water, no shelter, it's good that it's raining that time, so she can drink somehow. No one intends to help her. She has been through all the hardship living alone, she's been bullied and mistreated by the people she knows. Until Dylan and Stan came to save her, offer her a shelter and all, so the two of them became her hero, Dylan offer her a shelter and care. At first, she didn't believe that Dylan would be good to her because of what she had gone through with other people, especially her own family. She became closer to Dylan, probably because they lived in the same roof. Dylan is a very kind person, gentle, caring, passionate and charming but grumpy sometimes. She already liked the young man. But she knew he was unlikely to like her, he was just nice to her because he was a good person. She always watched the young man. Dylan is quite close to Stan's sister Zaneah because Dylan is Zaneah's protector, She didn't know that Gabe, the prince charming of Crown University, was also watching her while she was watching Dylan. There isn't a day that Gabe doesn't tickle and irritate her. One day Dylan and her were together when he left her for Zaneah, sad and hurt her badly, Gabe suddenly came to offer her his comfort. From that day on, whenever she was sad, he just called Gabe, and he came immediately to comfort her. Will she choose the person she loves or choose the person who always there for her and willing to love her?

Aria Vale pressed her pen to the divorce papers and signed her name. Three years of her life reduced to a signature. Three years of loving Damien Blackwood. She hadn't even set the pen down before she found out. Someone new. Already chosen. Already waiting in the wings while the ink on their ending was still fresh. With a broken heart, she walked away from the man she had once saved and loved with everything she had. But Damien did not know one dangerous truth: The woman he threw away was not ordinary. Aria hid a powerful identity, a dangerous secret, and soon, a child that could change everything. Now the man who let her go wanted her back. But this time, Aria was no longer the woman who waited to be chosen.

"I'd love to see the look in your eyes when you kneel with a leash around your throat and do as your master says," Marshall Domayne, the hot guy I'd hated from highschool said to my face. "You'll make a great sub." "I'll never be a sub," I countered. "I love clean sex and can never be interested in your kinks." His lips lifted in a small smirk. "Ladies like you who are always in denial are the sweetest to break." .... All her life, Solayne wanted a man who would love her the right way. Fuck her the normal way. What she never prayed for was to get entangled with the rude difficult brother of her male best friend. She hated him terribly, but when the arrogant shithead became the only person that could help her with a scandal that was threatening to ruin her future, she had to go to the devil for help. But her best friend wasn't happy with the entanglement. He hated the way they looked perfect in public. Hated the way his brother's hand fit around her waist, the way he brushed her hair in public, and the way he kissed her like no one was watching. CONTENT WARNING! This book is rated 18+. It is twisted and dark in its own way. The MMC is a sadist and not someone that could pass for a saint. Raad with discretion.

After bearing my fated mate's pup, I sank into severe postpartum depression. By day, as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, I had to hold myself together. By night, I let despair drown me. Time and time again, I picked up the silver dagger, ready to end it all. It was Alpha Raymond Kirk who held me, who told me over and over: "It's all right, Aurora. No matter what you become, our pup and I will always be here." For five whole years, I held it back. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Then one day, the pup cut his finger and let out a cry. I broke. I cut my wrist again. Raymond finally snapped. He shoved a fistful of calming herbs into my mouth. "How long are you going to keep this up? Are you trying to drive me and our pup insane?" "If you don't want to live, why don't you just die?" I swallowed in silence. And just like that, a thought came to me. Every night, Raymond murmured a girl's name in his sleep. She could replace me. She could be the mother our pup deserved. As for me—I should return to the Moon Goddess.

My mother-in-law and I were traveling together. We'd just checked into the Solenne Hotel in Rivera City and decided to hit the pool. Then this woman—dressed like money and attitude—pinched her nose like we stank. "This is a luxury hotel. How did you people even get in? Sneak in just for the pool? Ugh, I need a test after this." Buzzkill. I snapped, "It's a hotel pool. Guests swim. If that's a problem, go build your own." Her face twisted. "Excuse me? Do you even know who I am? My husband owns this place. We always stay in the top suite. So get out. You reek of broke. You're contaminating the water." Georgina and I traded a look. Ice cold. This was her son's hotel. My husband's. Since when did he come with a second wife?