Make-believe Game

In politics, love is leverage. Charlie Vale is collateral damage the son of a man branded a traitor, erased by the state and left to survive in its shadows. Dexter Ashcroft is the architect of power, a strategist so ruthless they call him the Kingmaker. When their lives collide, Dexter doesn’t silence Charlie. He owns him. Bound by a contract masquerading as salvation, Charlie becomes Dexter’s public partner and private liability. Every smile is staged. Every kindness costs something. And every truth is buried deeper. But when the past resurfaces and the wrong man is sacrificed again, the crown Dexter built begins to crack. Because the one thing power cannot control is what it destroys. A story of manipulation, redemption, and a love that refuses to survive on lies.

She couldn't love him. His heart didn't belong to her. It belonged to another woman; one that had loved him for years. And in her heart, the heart that he was slowly stealing with each sweet word and every act of kindness, she knew he loved that woman still. Maybe she would have hated him longer if he had been anything like his mother. The woman who forced her into this marriage by threatening her sister's future. But he wasn't. Samuel Madden was everything she dreamed of ending up with but settling for him might mean settling for half. Half of his heart, half of a family, half of a husband. He had everything planned. The ring, the house, the way he'd ask the woman he loved to marry him. But with one word from his mother, threatening to ruin her life, he found himself at the altar, saying void vows to a woman he met only a month ago. He was ready to settle and wait until he was free again, but Kali Hastings wasn't an easy woman to dislike. Sure, she had flaws, but they were nothing compared to her tender heart and perky personality. Now, he was falling for a woman who was daily conquering more and more of his heart. But at what cost? There was more connecting them than even she knew. A truth that had been buried in his family since he was born. Would she still want him when she found out the truth?

Veronica, a musician in a band, finds herself on a sticky wicket when she realizes that the man of her dreams—Théo Reynaud—is an elaborate masquerade to his danger-seeking alter ego. As she tries to stay relevant in the music scene, she battles depression and bouts of anxiety while dealing with a dysfunctional long-distance relationship. Théo is a fashion model striving to make a good living in the cutthroat industry while moonlighting as an informant. After a vindictive crime boss endangers his family, he is tasked to complete his final assignment to keep his loved ones out of harm's way, and be with the woman he loves. ▬▬▬▬▬▬ genres: CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE, CRIME, DRAMA ▬▬▬▬▬▬ This is a work of fiction. Places, characters, dialogues, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. This story contains profanity, sexual themes, drug usage, and some violence intended for mature readers. Read at your own risk. [DISCLAIMER: The author does not own the original images on the book cover.]

‎I died on Christmas Eve. ‎Betrayed by the man I gave everything to, poisoned by my own sister, and mocked for loving too deeply, death should have been my end. Instead, it became my beginning. ‎ ‎When I wake up in a blood-soaked alley, a cold voice welcomes me to the “Demon Games" —a brutal survival arena where one hundred humans fight monstrous trials for a chance at rebirth. The prize? Ten years of life restored… and one impossible wish. ‎ ‎I am weak. Near-blind. Unwanted. ‎But someone keeps saving me. ‎He wears a mask, smells of danger, and commands fear without speaking. They call him a demon. A king. A monster. ‎And worst of all—he claims I belong to him. ‎ ‎As the games grow deadlier and the audience thirsts for blood, I uncover a terrifying truth: the man protecting me is the “Lycan King" , an overlord bound by rules that demand my death. ‎ ‎In a world where love is forbidden and survival demands sacrifice, I must choose— escape hell alone… or drag the king down with me. ‎

Scent witch, beautiful female assassin, or innocent tea shop owner? Mafia family's young master, terror vampire, or outstanding handsome genius? Gotha Edward Ethelbert and Coronis Emma meet on a snow-covered winter night in December, where the old tea shop has warm embers of a fire. He is a handsome genius with a cold and quiet personality who is a descendant of the illustrious Mafia family Gotha. She is a girl with a lively, innocent, and pure personality and a starlight smile. When fate brought them together, the genius Ethelbert discovered the hidden secrets behind Coronis's origin - a calculated assassin with a tragic past buried in the case of more than 15 years ago. A terrible fire destroyed the UVS orphanage. Even his true love is also not the real Coronis! More specifically, her always-hidden past is directly related to the Gotha family's bloody criminal scheme. His true background is also beginning to emerge. When everyone in the masquerade is wearing mysterious masks, Where will this love go?

Emrys Jael Travieso stands as an independent woman propelled by the void left in her heart by parents who abandoned them since they were a kid. She got a scholarship from a prestigious school Azure Southridge College. Jael strives to prove herself, not realizing that her journey is about to intersect with a troublemaker named Percival Ross Alaric. As Jael delves deeper into Ross's troubled world, she discovers the wounds he conceals behind his carefree facade. Can she be the healing force he desperately needs mending the broken pieces of his soul? Or would she end up hurting herself?

When the bodies of his informats start turning up dead at every corner ; an assertive and confident journalist who is entangled with the mafia finds himself in a race against time - for his life.

Condemned as a witch. Thrown into a bloodsport. Hunted by beasts who want to claim, break, or kill her. Branwen Mosswood spent her life serving pints and saving every copper to escape the Walled City's cruelty. She dreamed of a quiet cottage. Freedom. Peace. Instead, she stabbed a nobleman who got too handsy... and was sentenced to the Wilder Games, a brutal forest arena where thirty "criminals" are forced to survive thirty days while being hunted by five savage shifter Warlords: 🦁 Hadrian Ironpaw - the prideful Lion King 🐺 Fenrick Bloodhowl - the feral Wolf beast 🐻 Torren Brokenbone - the berserker Bear 🐆 Zarrk Shadowprowl - the stalking Panther 🐅 Nythor Frostbite - the northern White Tiger prince If they catch her, they can claim her, body, blood, and soul. Branwen has no intention of becoming anyone's prey. She'll fight. She'll bleed. She'll unleash every forbidden spell in her bones. Because she won't just survive the Games... She'll bend the beasts to their knees Tap in! Updates multiple times weekly! This is the first in a series!

Argus Ford offered a woman to carry his child to get the inheritance from his grandfather. He wants her to be his baby maker hanggang sa makabuo sila ng lalaking anak. The woman named Andrea Diaz agreed. Usapan nila ni Argus ay iiwan ni Andrea ang bata at aalis ito kapag nabigyan na siya nito ng anak. But how can she move out, if she's falling for him?

Vor einem Monat vergiftete ich mich ungewollt mit dem tödlichen Wolfsbane-Gift – unheilbar. Mein Körper begann Tag für Tag zu versagen. Bis heute wurde meine Wölfin endgültig getötet, und mein Leben zählte nun nur noch drei Tage. Am Tag vor meinem Tod willigte ich ein, meiner Schwester eine Niere zu transplantieren. Mein Gefährte war überglücklich und versprach, das später wieder gutzumachen. Nachdem meine Schwester meine Forschungsarbeit über den Belladonna-Trank plagiiert hatte und daraufhin im Schulforum beschimpft wurde, bekannte ich mich freiwillig als die eigentliche Plagiatorin. Meine Eltern waren zufrieden und sagten, ich sei endlich vernünftig geworden. Endlich war ich die ideale Gefährtin, die perfekte Tochter, wie sie es sich immer gewünscht hatten. Aber warum weinten sie alle, als ich nur noch eine kalte Leiche war?