Her Dragon Daddy

Emily Parker has lived her entire life in the shadow of Marcus Kane — the man who stole her mother, tortured her, and claimed her as his own. Escaping him cost her everything. Surviving him left scars too deep to count. When fate ties her to Rhett Maddox, ruthless president of the Vipers MC, Emily finds something she thought she'd lost forever: safety. Love. A chance at a family. But safety is a fragile thing, and Marcus Kane has returned to take back what he believes is his. As war ignites between the Serpents and the Vipers, Emily is forced to confront every nightmare she's tried to bury. Rhett will bleed to protect her. Ghost — the Vipers' most haunted enforcer — will uncover truths that change everything Emily thought she knew about her past. And when the dust clears, Emily will stand face-to-face with Marcus Kane one last time. But vengeance is never simple. It costs blood, brothers, and more than Emily ever thought she had left to give. This is a story of survival and scars. Of love found in the ashes. Of family forged in fire. And of one woman who refuses to belong to anyone but herself. By the time the final bullet falls, Emily Parker will no longer be the girl Marcus Kane broke. She'll be the woman who ends him.

Born to be vicious, Zelda embarks on a journey of having to choose a perfect mate that will please her parents. However her heart yearns for someone else.

Fated to a Dragon?! Yeah, right. No chance in hell! Anyways, as they say, when life throws lemons at you, you make lemonade. But Charlotte only knows how to make coffee. So when a handsome stranger waltzes into her coffeehouse, everything changes for the worst. And unlike coffee, she's learned from a string of relationships that humans are more difficult to deal with. However, with the help of her best friend and childhood crush, things aren't looking too grim. She might just be able to deal with these series of unfortunate events. Or so she thought. Not until one drunk night when her most prized possession is gone. Things fall apart quickly, and there's only one person she blames for everything.

Poppy Brooks wanted nothing but the best for Kelly Brooks, her five-year-old baby girl.  She had already forgotten almost everything about Nolan, her divorced husband after being an asshole when she got pregnant to Kelly. However, Poppy's peaceful life was ruined when her ex-husband started asking for a second chance. Another source of Poppy's headache? It was another man, Sebastian Holding, a famous billionaire saying she ruined his wedding.  What. The. Heck? How did she ruin his wedding when they only see each other now?! Men. Will. Always. Be. A. Pain. In. The. Butt.

Freya Blackwood is a rouge witch. Her birth parents were killed by vampires and she was abandoned by her adoptive parents when her powers began to manifest. She has survived by bounty hunting vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. Freya was the best in the business and no one got away. Until she met Kieran, a handsome and dangerous vampire who just so happens to be her next victim.

Every time Havi saw her return with faded lipstick on her lips, a question arose, 'Who messes with her lipstick?' The question kept popping up even though he knew the answer. With his thumb, he rubbed her lips and said, "If only you let me be the one who messed up your lipstick, you can be happy, Kate." "Come on. You're drunk now, Havi." He smirked then slowly closed their distance, "Yeah, I'm drunk in you." As sh*t as it is, Havier's first love at the tender age of 18 years old, falls to a woman who is so difficult to love.

Amore Intima experienced something that she didn’t imagine. Before she escaped that pit of hell, she was all alone. Not until someone came to save her—Amadeus Donovan. The man takes her in to his abode. But Amore didn’t know that there’s more than just on Amadeus of being her saviour. He’s a mysterious man that is under a dangerous organization. As Amore live under his roof, Amadeus will slowly find himself drowning in some strange emotion. But as he unfolds all the mystery about Amore, will he still be able to accept who she really is? Will the flower of rose blooms to their romance? Or it’ll be the rose’s thorns that will set them apart?

She looked up at him fiercely, glaring at him while a tear passed down from the corner of her eye. "You ask me why? Isn't it the dumbest question you ask me? You deceived me. You betrayed me. You made me believe in a false you, you made me believe in a fake identity. And out of nowhere you are a mafia and kidnapped me, caged me here and you still ask me why I betrayed you? Aren't these reasons enough for me to betray you". "I don't want to live here. Not with you. Not with someone who deceived me, who betrayed me. Not with a mafia". "In exchange for my freedom and normal life I exchanged the information with them. You see, it's simple. I betrayed you for my life. Do you understand, Ii betray----". Before she completed her sentence her face turned to the right with a hand on her cheek. She didn't feel anything, but slowly that stinging pain crawled on her cheek. It hurt like hell. Yes, he slapped her. He slapped her hard. "You wanted to be free that badly". "From me"? "To this extent". "Fine then. I'm leaving you" Her heart crushed at his approval as she looked at him in disbelief. But he just walked away not before leaving the keys of his heart with her. ****** She was a normal girl living in India. And he belonged to mafia. A well known terrifying mafia king of Russia. Their both paths crossed and he married her immediately. He showed her all sun shines and rainbows when his reality is anything but that. But one day everything flipped when she got to her husband's identity. What happens when she is kidnapped and caged as soon as she gets to know about her husband's identity.

Ana Torres lives in an abusive foster home who misuses her generosity for their profit. She gets bullied in college for being different from others, and after getting insulted by her crush, she felt weak and ugly. She thought this was her fate, until one rainy night she caught the eyes of the mafia king who decided to bring her to a completely different side of the world. A world full of crimes and pleasure. “You never fail to amuse me, my little vixen. Always driving me wild..” The girl who once was mocked for not having any sexual attraction, became wet for the mafia king just by his touch. She developed a wild side that she never knew she had inside her. She grew bold and strong, making all her bullies pay. But the mafia world is not where she wants to be. Specially when the ruthless leader she was relying on, doesn’t care about her. She loved him, but he only loved sex. What will Ana do at that point? Will she stay with the mafia king for the sake of her love, or will she escape to find a better life? What will she do when she finds out her real identity and who her parents are? Will she ever succeed in freeing herself from the mafia world? Read the full story to know...

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say - a mansion, everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was my new reality. “Welcome to my world, princess,” he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. ---- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn’t offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.