Maki Zenin Burned

Four years ago, Evan Brooks walked away from Ryan Hale, the boy who was his first love, his everything after catching him in what looked like a betrayal. Shattered and humiliated, Evan swore he’d never let Ryan close again but fate doesn’t care about promises. Now, their parents’ whirlwind marriage has made them stepbrothers. The boy Evan once loved and hated is suddenly living under the same roof, looking hotter, cockier, and more untouchable than ever. Evan tells himself he’s over it. He tells himself Ryan is his past but every stare feels like a dare. Every smirk is a reminder of the nights they once burned for each other. Ryan has his own secret, he never cheated. He’s been waiting for a second chance… even if it means breaking every rule in the book. And when the truth comes out, one question will remain— Was their love always doomed, or is the real danger finally giving in?

All Brielle Taylor wanted was to deliver a late-night cake and keep her dying bakery afloat. What she got was public humiliation at the hands of Damian Sterling, New York’s most powerful billionaire and her worst nightmare. But one reckless night later, her life changes forever. She disappears. He forgets her. Or so she thought... Until he shows up weeks later, demanding answers. Demanding ownership. Now she’s pregnant. He’s offering a contract. Live in his mansion. Carry his child. Obey his rules. She should say no. But someone just burned her bakery to the ground... and Damian may be the only man powerful enough to protect her. Only, his reasons for keeping her close aren’t as noble as they seem. He doesn’t want her heart. Just the baby. But what happens when the coldest man on Wall Street falls for the woman he tried to tame?

I tried to hide this secret. But wanting him burned inside me like a fever I could not shake. He is my best friend's brother. The one I should never touch. The kind of guy who could break you without trying. Every girl wanted him. So did I. He was my secret. My late-night fantasy. The one I craved but never dared to want out loud. Then one night, he looked at me like he finally saw me. Touched me like I was the only girl in the world. And just like that, I stopped pretending. Now we are stuck in something messy… Lust, secrets, and stolen nights. I know I should walk away. But I cannot breathe without him. I loved him quietly for years. Now I am his secret. And maybe the next girl he would break her heart. Can I stay alive without him? These feelings would kill me alive.

Betrayed by her own sister, disowned by her father, and abandoned by the family she once called home, Julia carries the name “criminal” like a scar she didn’t earn. After three months behind bars for a crime she didn’t commit, Julia walks out of prison with nothing - no family, no friends, and no place to go. Imagine as the biological daughter of the family, but being cast aside and replaced with the adopted one. That was where Julia found herself. But fate wasn’t done with her. The powerful family that adopted her from the orphanage before the Reynolds – her biological family, came to claim her, now opened their arms wide to welcome her back. Now, as the truth began to resurface and the lies start to crumble, Julia’s chest burned with rage, ready to clear her name and bring the Reynolds down to their knees. The Disowned Heiress is a story of betrayal, second chances, and a woman’s quiet war against the people who disowned and framed her for a crime she didn’t commit.

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

In that little town on the island, there was one family more rich and powerful than the rest, the Dankworths. And Jana knew that all too well. She was a pretty fifteen-year-old girl from the other side of town. Her family were outcasts, nobodies, seen as part of the lowlifes. But even so, she had eyes only for Lawrence Dankworth, one of the Dankworth sons. He became the center of her universe, though she had to keep it a secret. If people ever found out about her ultimate crush on him, she would become the laughingstock of the town. Lawrence held nothing but hatred for her family. It even came to the point where he showed up at their home and ordered them to leave. She was too shocked to comprehend the hatred in his eyes, too stunned as their house burned under his command, before she could even pack what little they owned. They had no choice but to leave the island. But Jana carried the memory of that day deep in her heart. Years passed. And now, she has decided to return.

Blurb "When a flame is extinguished, does it die permanently or does it simply wait for the perfect moment to reignite and consume everything in it's path?" I thought the flame that burned between I and Diego Santoro had been extinguished but five years later, I have been forced to return to him with a shocking truth, he is the father of my son. Diego proposes a contract marriage to me for his own selfish desires and with no choice but to save my son, I accept but I soon discover that I have become trapped in a world of secrets, lies and family vendettas. I realize that I am the pawn in the deadly game. Time passes by and I must confront my own dark past and the real truth about my family's legacy. But what happens when the truth I eventually uncover is not my own but that of the man i have sworn to destroy and the face that stares back at me is not Diego's but my own? My name is Federica Marcello and this is my story.

She lost everything in a single night. Lyra Silvermoon was a princess until Alpha Dante Blackthorne murdered her family and burned her home to the ground. Now, she is his prisoner. Stripped of her title and forced to work as a servant, she has only one goal: Vengeance. He is the monster she’s supposed to hate. Dante is a cruel leader who rules with an iron fist. But as a secret plot to kill him begins to unfold, he falls mysteriously ill. No doctor can save him, and his own pack is turning against him. One touch changes the fate of the pack. Lyra has the chance to watch him die and finally have her revenge. Instead, she discovers a power she never knew she had, a healing touch that can save the man who destroyed her life. As the Blood Moon rises, Lyra must decide: Does she lead the slaves to freedom and let Dante fall? Or does she save the Dark Alpha and claim a throne she never expected?

Claire loves her husband, Jason, so much that she thinks he will fall in love with her if she is a good wife. But to Jason, Claire was just a scheming woman who tricked him into marrying her. Jason continued to date Alice despite his mother's disapproval, and he even kicked Claire out and divorced her after his mother's death. Claire's love burned out because of her jealousy of Alice, and Jason even accused her of deliberately killing his mother. But one day... Jason came to Claire and apologized. The man who had been cruel and indifferent to her suddenly became gentle and kind! He even knelt at her feet in front of everyone and promised: "Claire, it turns out that I have been loving the wrong person all this time. In the future, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, please forgive me. But Claire was no longer the woman who humbly loved him, because he had killed that stupid woman after divorcing her.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."