Melissa Croft

Everyone thinks Clara's father is a rebel, but she doesn't think so. Adopted by the despised Beta Benson, Clara endures the torment of being treated as a lowly servant. But her struggles don't end there. As if the constant bullying from her stepsister Melissa and her cronies wasn't enough, Clara's dreams of love and acceptance are shattered when she faces rejection from her destined mate, Kent, the future Alpha heir. It seems that fate has stacked the cards against her. However, when the enigmatic Alpha Derek, leader of the powerful Winterclaw pack, arrives at her school as a visiting professor, Clara's world is turned upside down. With his presence, her sad song takes a pause, and for a fleeting moment, she dares to hope for something more. But jealousy and anger are fiery embers, threatening to consume them all. Will she truly be able to carve out the life she yearns for? Discover the captivating story of Clara as she battles against destiny, in a world where hope flickers in the darkest of moments. Brace yourself for an emotional rollercoaster that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.

“The things I want to do to you…” his voice dropped, rough and low. I smiled, daring him. “Do it. I dare you, Daddy.” A flicker of danger crossed his eyes. “Vieni qui, amore mio.” Come here, my love. And just like that, I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away. ***** Have you ever fallen in love with your mother’s fiancé—only to discover he craves you too? Sin, right? Yeah, that’s me. Melissa Spencer. A college student, an aspiring photographer, and an anonymous erotica writer by night. Having Ben Gavin… the billionaire hockey captain and CEO of the world’s top team—as my stepdad was enough to keep me on edge. Craving his touch? That’s another level of sin. When financial ruin forces my mother and me into his penthouse, I swear I can resist him. But things only get worse when his dangerously charming son vows to claim me too. Now I’m caught between a hot hockey stepdad, a sexy F1 racer stepbrother, and an obsessed ex-biker boyfriend. What happens when I find out everyone’s been living a double life—including my own mother?

My roommate is the kind of person who has to get to the bottom of everything and doesn't stop asking questions until she's satisfied. One night, while I'm sound asleep, she suddenly stands by my bed and calls my name, "Melissa, are you asleep?" Having been awakened by her, I shoot her an annoyed glare, but she just says, "See? You weren't really asleep. Otherwise, how could you have answered me?" One day, she decides to skip class. Thinking that I could help by signing her in on my phone, I do just that. However, near the end of the lecture, she suddenly bursts into the room and asks the professor, "I wasn't here today, so why does it show I was marked present? Is the system down?" The professor traces it back to me, fails me on the spot, and makes me retake the class. Later on, I join a speech contest. My roommate stands up in front of everyone and asks why my speech sounded exactly like her ideas. I get disqualified, lose my scholarship, and am labeled a plagiarist. Devastated, I climb onto the rooftop late at night. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the night when my roommate first asked if I was asleep.

When my best friend and I realized we had been reborn and traveled back several decades, we locked eyes, collapsed into each other's arms, and sobbed, shouting that we wanted to break off our engagements. The entire neighborhood whispered that we had lost our minds. But only we knew the truth. In our past lives, this was the day everything was sealed: she married a battalion commander, Ned Stark, and I became the wife of a high school teacher, Robbie Stark. My husband betrayed me. For the sake of that pretentious whore, Scarlett Wheaton, he stole my university admission letter and let her take my place on campus. The world mocked me as a failure, and Robbie stood by in silence. After we married, every time he touched me, he would immediately write another love letter to Scarlett—atoning for his supposed guilt. "Scarlett, even if I can't be with you in this life, my soul will always belong to you alone." Even my own child despised me, calling me an ignorant village woman, urging me again and again to divorce so that his father could be with his "true love," Scarlett. And my best friend, Rachel Croft—born the daughter of a factory director—was tricked by her husband, Ned, under the pretense of buying a house. He drained her savings and her wages for twenty long years. It wasn't until she fell gravely ill and went to sell the house that she discovered the deed he had given her was a forgery. The real house—the one paid in full—was in Scarlett's name. One of Scarlett's dresses cost more than my friend's entire monthly salary. When Rachel begged to reclaim what rightfully belonged to her, she was met only with contempt from Ned and her child. "All you ever care about is money. You're nothing like Scarlett, who isn't materialistic at all. Your illness is retribution," Ned had said. "Exactly. Only someone as noble and kind as Scarlett deserves to be my mother!" her child had said. Rachel and I both spent our lives working ourselves to the bone, only to end with nothing—dying bitter and broken from the injustice. But this time, fate has given us another chance. I will go to university. Rachel will become a wealthy woman. This time, without us paving the way, those shameless men and that wretched woman think they can still live happily ever after? Dream on.

Son Bouclier Menteur . Amélia "Amy" Sterling a tout : un nom, une fortune colossale et l'intelligence. Ce qu'elle n'a plus, c'est la patience. Après l'échec d'un mariage arrangé et une tentative d'enlèvement bâclée, elle est devenue cynique et allergique à l'autorité. Pour elle, les gardes du corps sont des accessoires ennuyeux. Poussé par un conseil d'administration anxieux et son oncle machiavélique, Amy se voit imposer Damian Croft, un homme d'une beauté dangereuse et d'un professionnalisme glacial. Ce qu'elle ignore, c'est que "Damian" est en réalité Elias Vance, un détective privé au bord de la faillite, engagé secrètement par l'oncle pour espionner Amy et trouver des preuves de son incompétence à hériter de l'empire familial. Leur cohabitation forcée est un festival de joutes verbales. Amy, maîtresse de l'humiliation subtile, s'amuse à tester les limites de l'imposteur, tandis qu'Elias essaie désespérément de naviguer dans le monde absurde du luxe, commettant des gaffes hilarantes en tentant de rester crédible. Pourtant, sous les piques cinglantes et les missions d'espionnage ratées, une tension irrésistible s'installe. Elias est charmé par le cœur caché derrière le sarcasme d'Amy, et elle commence à voir en lui une présence rassurante, malgré son air de "robot trop bien bâti". Mais le jeu prend une tournure dramatique : les tentatives d'intimidation deviennent réelles, visant non plus à déstabiliser l'héritière, mais à l'éliminer. Elias doit choisir : terminer sa mission secrète, livrer Amy à son oncle et toucher un chèque qui le sauvera, ou trahir son contrat pour devenir réellement le bouclier protecteur de la femme qui a fait voler son cœur en éclats.

Alpha Jax Blackwood discovers his destined mate in Lola, an ordinary human girl with an extraordinary twist. Lola is soon forced to leave the town she tried to call home. However, Jax, driven by the primal need to claim his mate and secure his Alpha title, intervenes, claiming Lola as his own against her wishes. Trapped in a world she never imagined, Lola must navigate the dangers posed by both the man to whom she’s linked and Jax's mischievous cousin, Alpha Ash, who harbors a dangerous fascination for her. As the battle for Lola's safety intensifies, Jax faces the challenge of fending off growing threats and keeping his cousin at bay, all while convincing Lola to stay by his side. "I'll give you two choices," Ash humored, taking a step, "Chase after your friend or leave, start anew somewhere else away from all the crazy." He grinned mischievously. "You were letting her go, weren't you?" he stated, eyeing Jax. Jax tensed, fists clenching at his sides. "What's your call, little one?" Ash pressed. Lola envisioned Melissa's reaction, then glanced at the bag near her feet. She picked it up, feeling the cold leather wrap around her shoulder. Ash cheered as the choice was made, and Jax seethed. As Lola moved towards the door, Ash intercepted and gazed in amusement. "There's one little thing," he said leaning in "I lied," he whispered, snatching the bag from her hands as Jax restrained her from behind. "What are you doing?" Lola protested, trying to create distance. Ash ignored her, relishing her discomfort. "You don't get to choose," he declared, ripping the bag from her hands as Jax covered her mouth.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"