Match Made In Hell

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

When I found out I was pregnant, Elroy Lousteau went all out—hired some fancy doctor, loaded me up with meds to "protect the baby." He'd never believed in anything before, but suddenly he went to church, praying like his life depends on it. "You've been through hell, babe. Once the baby's here, I swear I'll make it right." That same day, I picked up his phone by accident. "As instructed, the meds include a compound for permanent infertility. The baby will be stillborn. "Ms. Tillon's baby is healthy and will be delivered safely—as the true Lousteau heir. "Mrs. Lousteau won't suspect a thing. Your relationship's secure. You can rest assured." I looked down at my belly. He never loved me. Not really. So I made up my mind—once the divorce papers were signed, I was gone. No looking back.

Rosaline died, and Sean personally put Jane into the women's prison for it. "Take good care of her"— his words made her three years in prison a living hell and even cost her a kidney. Before she went to prison, Jane said, "I didn't kill her," but Sean was unmoved. After her release from prison, she said, "I killed Rosaline, I'm guilty as sin!" Sean was livid as he said, "Shut up! I don't want to hear you say that!" Jane laughed. "Yes, I killed Rosaline Summers, and I did three years in prison for it." She escaped, and Sean scoured the whole world for her. Sean said, "I'll give you my kidney, Jane, if you'll give me your heart." But Jane looked up at Sean and said, "I don't love you anymore, Sean…"

WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, VIOLENT SCENES, AND STRONG USE OF WORDS. Through a game of escape, Melissa Davis sniffed what she didn't intend to eat. Now her teeth ache. _______________ When Melissa received a call to come back to the City, she thought it was because of the crime she committed in Germany, however, on her arrival to Mexico, Melissa realized her father had arranged for her an engagement to the Heir of the Shark Mafia family, her family rival. To cancel the engagement, Melissa desperately came up with a hideous plan and made a deal with a Mafia UnderBoss, to whom was her hell… her nightmare… her torture, and… her misery. With Donald Don by her side, will Melissa ever achieve her aim? What more does Melissa not know about this young, handsome billionaire she strikes a deal with? . . . "With my blood on your contract, the deal is sealed and it's irrevocable, Melissa." Now the game begins! UPDATE SCHEDULE: THREE CHAPTERS WEEKLY

Renia Edwards met Rafael Knights in a club, his club to be precise. He seemed down to earth and cool and he seemed to like her so they hit things off. He asked her out on a date and she agreed and then three months later, they got married.Rafael Knights was determined to get his revenge on the Edwards especially Melissa Edwards, she was the reason why he lost his father, Timothy Knights. If Melissa's father didn't make his father life a living hell then his father will still be well and alive.So he made a plan and approached Melissa's last daughter, Renia. The plan was to make her fall in love with him, marry her and make her life a living hell. Will he succeed in his plans or does fate have another plan for them?What happens when the beautiful redhead, Renia, turns out to be more of a spitfire than he thought?

Ridge Sterling doesn’t do messy. He’s the Alpha of the Grey Moon Pack; commanding, controlled, and carved out of stone. Until her, until he walk into that diner and found out she is his mate. Blake Carter is a walking complication. She’s got secrets thicker than her walls, a past she doesn’t talk about, and a glare sharp enough to make grown men flinch. She’s spent her life staying invisible, surviving. And she knows exactly what guys like Ridge Sterling are made of—trouble wrapped in temptation. She was never supposed to catch his eye. He was never supposed to care. But the moment fate ties them together, the rules go up in flames. And when Blake’s past comes back swinging, Ridge will have to choose; keep playing the cold, untouchable Alpha… Or fight like hell for the one woman who was never supposed to be his.

His hands framed my throat, his thumb tracing my racing pulse. Desire darkened his gaze. “Say it,” he whispered, raw and commanding. “Say who you belong to.” “You,” I gasped, voice breaking into a moan as his rhythm consumed me. “I’m yours.” His mouth claimed mine, all fire and hunger. ⸻ Talia never expected her worst nightmare to be her destined mate. Cassian — the boy who made her life a living hell, the one she swore she’d never forgive — turned out to be the one fate chose for her. Now bound by a force stronger than hate, she must decide if love can bloom where pain once lived… or if some scars run too deep. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Because in the shadows waits another bond, a second mate whose touch feels just as forbidden… and just as inevitable.

"If you thought you had just escaped hell, then you're wrong. Because you are in hell, Camille. And neither you nor that bastard child will come out alive," he spat, his voice shaking with rage. His words sent a shiver down her spine. "WELCOME TO HELL, CAMILLE!" he shrieked maniacally, as the guards dragged him away. "WELCOME TO HELL!" ⸻ In a country where the price of murder is murder, Camille Owens is accused of killing her birth father, David Owens. Locked up with no hope of escaping her execution, Camille Owens has only one solution to save her head: pregnancy. She had to be pregnant-and her only choice of a baby's father was none other than the General's son, Pierce Landon, the son of the only man in Ventria powerful enough to spare her life. But Pierce Landon had vowed never to bear an heir for his father-and when he learns the truth, he will do anything to erase the mistake... even if it means murdering her.

What happens when you find yourself, a nerd and a plain Jane in every sense of the word, interested in The Badboy, who also happens to be your stepbrother? Jane's life turned upside down when her mother announced her marriage to her new stepfather who is the father of whom she can only describe as the devil's incarnate in the body of a very hot teenager. Her life was made a living hell by him. It however didn't take long before he started to fall her. And he fell hard. It was too late however, because she was in love with someone else, and his first love come back too and it looks like he can't do anything about it. What would happen to the feelings he has for her then? Will anything happen between them? This forbidden romance? It seems very unlikely, but even more impossible things have happened.

WARNING: This book contains intense bullying, explicit scenes, triggering language, violence, and psychological content. I told Caden to cancel his stupid party. He told me, with that infuriating smirk, "Why? Planning to be my snack tonight?" Caden has made my life hell for four years, ever since our parents got married. He's gorgeous, arrogant, and the kind of boy Stanford girls trip over themselves for. Me? I'm the only one who sees right through him. He's a blatant bully, the devil who turned me into a surreptitious one. And now we're stuck sharing the same off-campus apartment for our entire freshman year. Living together means new rules, no boundaries... and a tension I never expected. The closer we get, the harder it becomes to remember why we ever hated each other in the first place - and nothing threatens our pride more than that.