In My Godmother Era

"You are no one to me. You are nothing, and don’t ever expect anything from me. You were brought here to play the part of a Luna and satisfy my sexual desires," my mate and new alpha said, without any remorse or affection in his gaze. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to cry for the man who sleeps with other women in my presence. I looked him in the eyes and answered, "Yes." "No," he growled. "Yes, Alpha," I repeated, and he walked past me. Once he was out of sight, my legs gave out, and tears rolled down my cheeks. "You’re pregnant, Luna. Congratulations." My world stopped as I looked at the doctor. She was happy that the pack would have an heir, but I wasn't. You can't be when you've suffered so much at the hands of your fated mate. So, I ran. I ran and ran, but it wasn’t far enough to escape the mighty alpha. Follow me on Instagram - @authorsunshine97.

In a world where appearances mean everything, Lauren Moree plays the perfect wife to billionaire CEO Richard Moree. Their marriage is one of power, wealth, and prestige—but behind closed doors, it's as cold as the diamonds she wears. Trapped in a loveless, controlling relationship, Lauren's days are scripted, her smiles rehearsed, and her heart caged. Then Louis Cruz enters her life. Tall, brooding, and devastatingly handsome, Louis is hired as the new personal driver for the Moree estate. With piercing eyes that seem to see through her soul and a quiet strength that draws her in, Louis becomes the one person who makes Lauren feel alive again. What begins as stolen glances soon spirals into a dangerous affair. But Louis isn’t just any driver—he has secrets of his own, and getting involved with the boss’s wife could cost him everything, including his life. As passion turns to obsession and secrets unravel, Lauren must choose between a gilded cage and a love that could burn everything to the ground.

After her father walks out on their family for his secretary, seventeen-year-old Miley’s world crumbles overnight. With her mother barely holding it together, they move to a quiet suburb hoping for a fresh start. But peace is the last thing Miley finds. Because the boy next door? He’s a walking headache with a six-pack and a smirk. Shirtless. Arrogant. And totally infuriating. Their first interaction? He flips her off. Their second? He calls her “darling” like it’s his full-time job to get under her skin. She wants to hate him. She should hate him. But Jordan isn’t just Liv’s older brother—he’s a tangled mix of charm, mystery, and a past he won’t talk about. And worse, he’s seeing straight through her walls. As secrets unravel and sparks fly, Miley is forced to confront everything she’s running from: heartbreak, trust, and the terrifying possibility that sometimes the person you hate the most… is the only one who truly sees you.

"Sir... We can't do this, here." She managed to let the words out trying her best not to moan at the way his touch was igniting fire out of her body. "It's Daddy for you, Tessa." He whispered to her ears as he pinned her more to the desk of his office. "Daddy will give you an exotic pleasure." His words made her wetter than she already was. She barely had the time to process his words when she felt his finger pulsed into her wet front fiercely. ** Tessa's sexual desires were put to the test when she and her mother moved into her new stepfather's house. Tessa thought she would get a comfortable stay and a fresh start with her new family. However, her plans were shattered by the charms and sexual tension of her stepfather. Not only did Tessa find herself succumbing to the allure of his pleasure. He turns out to be her professor who would stop at nothing to tangle her In his sheets of pleasure.

⚠️ Reader Advisory: This story contains steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance. Recommended for readers 18+ who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth. ~ “I’m going to turn every dirty page you’ve ever read into your reality, Teyana.” And Jeremy Carter did. ~ It started with a simple party dare and ended with my legs wrapped around the ever-addictive Jeremy Carter’s waist. I never thought the boy who never noticed the nerdy me in high school, the emotionally unavailable biker god I’d secretly fantasized about, would become my stepbrother. Or that I would find a naked painting of myself hidden in his closet — painted by his own twisted hands. Jeremy is inked sin, raw dominance, and a filthy mouth. I was just the quiet, virgin bookworm, that took solace in dark romance novels… until he dragged me into his dangerous world of racing, rage, and ruin. I should run. I should regret it. But when a man like Jeremy Carter kisses you, there’s no coming back. But what happened when family, friends, and even the campus tried to pull us apart? This is the story of how I got ruined by the one man I might never have… and how I let him.

Her father sold her to a ruthless Mafia boss, Cassian Gavino. Cassian hated her to the core, he'd forcefully make her watch him and his mistress having sex, he'd beat her whenever he's upset and made sure she starved to sleep on some nights. Then a mistake happened, Cassian was drunk, he forcefully had sex with her and she got pregnant. Getting pregnant worsened her situation. Her pregnancy led to her drastic death, but she was given a second chance at life when she was reborn.

I was locked in a fridge for 40 days while the uncensored photos of me spread like wildfire across the internet. In the face of the salacious rumors about me, my mother reacted by reposting them. Then, she turned to warn my sister, "Look at how disgusting the entertainment industry is. Don't join it, alright? Stay home and inherit your sister's assets instead. My dearest daughter must be innocent and pure, unlike her." She forgot. She forgot I only joined this 'disgusting' industry to pay for her cancer treatment.

My husband, James Lincoln, disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased. At the funeral, a woman, Xena Xander, suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically. The boy, Charlie Lincoln, screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband “Daddy.” My ten-year-old daughter, Mia Lincoln, charged at him, shouting, “Shut up! That’s my dad!” Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved Mia to the ground. She collapsed and passed out on the spot. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family can’t die out without an heir!” Xena smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, Charlie spat in my direction and sneered, “You’re just a worthless tramp nobody cares about.” I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. “If you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But don’t come crying to me when you regret it.” Two weeks later, Xena showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming. And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life. But I couldn’t have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.

The day my husband was away on a business trip, I received a notification for a hotel charge. As I watched the video on my phone of him kissing his secretary on their way to the room, I dialed his number. “Honey, you need to come home right away. Mom was in a serious car accident,” I said. Before I could finish, Xavier Smith cut me off. “It’s just a car accident. We’ll deal with it if she dies.” He hung up without a hint of concern and went back to his cozy time with his secretary in their hotel room. He was completely unaware that the woman in critical condition at the hospital wasn’t my mom. It was his.

After a night of intoxication, I found myself in the arms of Lucas Holmes, who later became my husband. Regardless of the insults and mistreatment from my family and me, he remained unruffled, displaying a calm and virtuous demeanor. However, as I started to develop feelings for him, he unexpectedly suggested a divorce. The once gentle and virtuous man underwent a remarkable transformation. In a sudden twist of fate, my family faced hardships, while he prospered. The virtuous husband I had once underestimated had now become my financial supporter.