House

"Thank you", I mumbled, but what I really wanted to say was, "Thank you for giving me the chance to destroy you." Raya is brought into the Tetra family on an insane quest. To seduce the man of the house. But it doesn't take long before she unintentionally seduces his son too. Juggling father and son so expertly, gives her the confidence, money and power to take revenge on the evil woman who brought her into the house in the first place.

After Sabrina’s best friend; Coral, sets her up to be a laughing stock, she finds out the most shocking discovery that it was Coral who had been the same girl her boyfriend cheated on her with. She was forced to leave the house but little did she know that the stranger whom she had met at the humiliation party would be at the cafe she works that night, proposing a deal to her that would chase her life forever. 

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

Louisa Forge didn’t choose this. She was handed over like a bargaining chip — marked by an Alpha she despises, installed in a pack house that doesn’t want her, bound to a man who locks her in her room and calls it mercy. Kaelen is everything a wolf shouldn’t be: cruel, reckless, and hungry for a power he hasn’t earned. But the pack house has another occupant. Julian — former Alpha, widower, a man who has been quietly starving himself to death since the loss of his mate — is supposed to be irrelevant. A ghost in the east wing. Instead he’s the one who checks on her in the night, who brings her sedatives for the pain, who laughs with her over terrible soup until the whole dining room forgets to be miserable. He’s also the one who tells her, very clearly, that what happened between them during her heat meant nothing. He’s lying. They both know it. Caught between a mate bond she never consented to and a connection she can’t name, Louisa is doing what she does best — surviving. She’s building alliances in quiet corners, winning loyalty one small kindness at a time, and carrying a secret that could burn everything to the ground. Because the heir Kaelen is so desperate to claim? It isn’t his.

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

Escape while pregnant! Rasha Liane was forced to flee because she was forced to abort her fetus by Edward Clark. Edward is a rich handsome actor, impregnates Rasha, and doesn't want to take responsibility. While running away, Rasha accidentally meets Kevin Rosh, with a misunderstanding then they are married by force. Known only to Kevin and Rasha, Kevin made an agreement so that after giving birth, Rasha had to leave the house and Kevin could return to be Lucia's lover. Can Rasha find happiness?

"They say this is the impossible kind of love, but we were strong enough to fight for this life." He is heir to one of the most powerful law firms in the country and a lawyer with a career on the rise; She is striving to finish college; He lives in a mansion worthy of Hollywood movies; She lives in a house attached to his mansion, occasionally working alongside her mother as a cook to serve his influential family. Two different worlds intertwine and provide the discovery of an intense feeling. If love really transcends barriers, they will have to find out.

Three months… that’s all Amelia is given to live. Married to a cold billionaire Alpha who never loved her and betrayed by the stepsister who stole her hero story, Amelia refuses to die quietly. She asks for a divorce, walks away from the pack house and starts a revenge that shakes werewolf royalty. But when she falls into the arms of the Alpha’s dangerous brother, she discovers the mate bond chose the wrong man... and her death sentence may hide a terrifying secret.

Delaney is tired of her boring relationship with her college boyfriend, so she cuts ties and goes back home to her brother's house to regroup. Only he didn't tell her that his high school friend, the Patch Larson, was living there, the one she was madly in love with for years. And now he's part of the town's motorcycle gang, tattooed and even more mouthwatering than before. And he is going to show her what a real flame feels like.

I secretly invite my in-laws over for the New Year, hoping to surprise my husband, Huxley Carlson. But the moment my father-in-law steps through the door, Huxley's secretary shoves him out. He slams into the shoe cabinet, throwing out his back. She sneers. "Who do you beggars think you are, strolling into Mr. Carlson's villa like this? You're this broke and still have the nerve to call yourself his father-in-law?" I immediately call for the housekeeper to help him, but the secretary blocks her. She even shoves my mother-in-law. "You really think you're the lady of the house?" she snaps. "Mr. Carlson hired the housekeeper to serve him, not to waste time on you or your useless parents." My mother-in-law is so enraged that she suffers a heart attack on the spot. I call Huxley in a panic, begging him to come to the hospital. But he sounds utterly unmoved. His voice is cold and mocking as he says, "Jen told me what happened. The nerve of you, bringing your parents to my house! Now you want me to rush to the hospital because your mom's pretending to be sick? "Tell them to get out! If she dies, she dies. Hell, maybe it's a blessing—just in time for the New Year!"