I Thought She Was A Yandere

Amy Lacey and I were sworn enemies—stuck in a marriage neither of us wanted. She blamed me for ruining her last chance with her childhood sweetheart, Bryan Gurley. I hated her for sliding a separation agreement across the table on our wedding night. Seven years together. We both wished the other dead. The day I finally decided to divorce her, our private plane started going down. She grabbed the only parachute and strapped it around my waist. "Isaac Irving, if you die, how are you supposed to pay me back for the years I wasted on you?" The parachute snapped open. Then the explosion hit—and her last words cut through it. "Next life, don't come bother me again." Later, the rescue team pulled her burned body from the wreckage. In her arms was the love token Bryan had given her. That night, divorce papers in hand, I stepped off a rooftop. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amy ran to the airport to win Bryan back. This time, I let her go without a second thought. In this life, I set her free. From here on out, we'd walk our own roads—owing each other nothing.

At the reunion, someone asked when I was getting married. Grinning, I pulled out the invites. "Mid-October. Be there." Cheers broke out. Everyone peeked at the girl next to me. "You've been with Daphne forever, right? Finally making it official?" Daphne hurled her drink at me. "Ethan Everett, is this your idea of pressuring me into marriage?" The room froze. I wiped my face, cool as ever, and opened the invite in front of her. "Maybe check the name. It doesn't say you're the bride."

In my last life, my sister and I got adopted into two very different worlds. My mom? The "cool" type. Let me perm my hair in elementary school, signed off on a nose job in middle school, and shoved me toward one of Northport's richest heirs right after college. Ella's mom? Hardcore strict. Pulled her out of a fling with some delinquent and married her off to a quiet professor with a just-decent paycheck. Ella hated it. Wanted my life so bad. So when I ended up in the hospital pregnant, she used her shiny doctor title to kill me—and my baby. Then boom—I woke up, and we were back to adoption day. This time, she dove for the mom she thought handed me the dream. What she didn't know? That "cool mom" she worshipped was straight-up a monster.

Astra Finnegan has always had a sharp tongue and a natural charm that made her popular—at least, in the human world. On her eighteenth birthday, everything changes when a voice whispers in her mind, “I’m Lola, your wolf.” Now, Astra must leave behind everything she has ever known to attend a school meant for her kind. She’s about to uncover the truth about the father she once presumed dead and the reason she feels irresistibly drawn to the mysterious boy who haunts her dreams. But if she wants to survive in this new world, she’ll have to play by its rules—even if that means faking a relationship with a boy she can’t stand and befriending girls she has nothing in common with. Except this isn’t the world she’s used to. Being headstrong and stubborn might have worked before, but here, it could lead to disaster. Can Astra adapt to the life of a werewolf, or will her defiance cost her everything? Will her fake relationship turn into something real, or will her reckless attitude ruin her chances? Above all, Astra is about to learn what it means to have a mate, as well as prove she belongs in the pack. Because if she doesn’t, rejection is the least of her worries. But, can anyone really run away from who they truly are?

She agreed to marry the man she had been promised. She woke up beside the man she was never meant to choose. By the time she realizes the truth, it is already too late. The vows have been spoken. The documents signed. The marriage is legal, binding, and irreversible. The man she married is not gentle, nor apologetic. He does not explain himself. He does not beg for forgiveness. Instead, he watches her with calm authority and tells her what no one else will. This was never a mistake. Trapped in a marriage she never consented to, she is pulled into a world ruled by power, silence, and family secrets that refuse to stay buried. Every step she takes is measured. Every decision has consequences. And every attempt to escape only tightens the grip around her life. Between two brothers bound by rivalry, resentment, and unfinished history, she becomes the center of a war she never saw coming. One brother wants her back. The other refuses to let her go. What begins as fear slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Something that blurs the line between control and desire, resistance and surrender. In a marriage born of deception, the most dangerous question isn’t how she ended up here. It’s whether she will ever be able to leave… or if she will choose to stay.

Love does not always look like salvation, sometimes, it looks like ruination. For six years, Sara has lived in the shadows of her own marriage. Hidden, humiliated and disgraced, over and over again. Her husband's hatred of her has striped away every layer of her identity. She is empty, she has given and given. Now, there's nothing left to give. Sara has had enough. She is filing for a divorce and needs separation from her husband. She is determined to make something good out of her life, and leave Derek Marshall behind. Just when she is almost free, she stumbles on a devastating secret, a secret that unravels her life. Now, Sara has to chose between the man who has broken her heart, lied to her, broke her trust over and over again, and, the promise of a better, simpler, easier life. Sara and Derek find themselves, stuck between a bullet and a heartbreak. Quite literally.

A life changing attack forces Talie to leave her pack to join one ruled by one of the most feared Alphas in the world. No one talks about Alpha Kaden. He is ruthless, as terrifying as thunder and he will not accept just anyone into his pack unless they pay the price he demands. Talie is willing to do what it takes, and then she finds out that he wants her as his price. Kaden may look like he was carved by the goddess herself, but Talie lives by her own rules and will not bow to his demands without a fight. However, fate may have other things in stall for them. Her goal is resisting him, and his is seducing her—but dark secrets lurk in every corner of their pasts, threatening to send them and the sparks they have flying crashing down.

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.

My superior loved tricking me into wearing tight-fitting pencil skirts to serve wine to sleazy clients while sticking close to them. Then, she would hint that I was single and a valid target while she excitedly waited for the clients to make a move on me. It was all in the name of checking the integrity of the clients and whether they were worthy business partners or not. The moment a client fell for it, she would rush over with righteous anger and throw wine in their faces. Then, she would lecture me with a voice heavy with anguish. “Do you lack money so much that you’d throw your dignity away just for better results?” She would trample all over my dignity to set up her image as a refined, noble woman. This time, she even prepared a gown with a super low neckline and pushed me to serve a client with a rich and powerful background. She threatened me by saying that if I did not go, she would deduct my bonus for three whole months of full attendance. But when I saw the familiar, cold man sitting in the seat of honor, it was my turn to laugh. If my brother saw me serving wine in this kind of dress, I did not doubt that by tomorrow, the company would be under my name.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.