My Pretty Sweetheart By Daphne

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

5 years ago: “I’m pregnant,” I stated. “It’s not my baby. You must have gotten pregnant by someone else. Abort it,” Alpha Baxter hissed. “Why would I make a baby with an omega like you? My beta mate will give me an heir,” Alpha Graham scoffed, his eyes cold. “And even if it is mine, give it up for adoption. I don’t want him calling me daddy,” Alpha Elgin sneered, wrinkling his nose. 5 Years Later: “Please! Let me be a part of my baby’s life,” Alpha Baxter pleaded, his voice breaking. “My mate can’t conceive. I want my child to know me and to call me father.” Alpha Graham requested. “I would hate for my baby to call someone else daddy in front of me,” alpha Elgin whispered, choking back emotion. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to abort them? How can you claim them now?” I spat, locking eyes with them. .. Living as an omega was never easy for Madeline, but she survived with the support of her three alpha best friends. They protected her, cared for her, and made her feel valued, until they discovered she found them attractive, which changed everything. Desire took over, and they claimed her, only to cast her aside once they had what they wanted. When Madeline learned she was pregnant, she turned to them, only to be rejected and told to end the pregnancy. Betrayed and heartbroken, she fled the pack to protect herself and her unborn children. Years later, Madeline stands strong, raising three children who carry the DNA of the alphas who abandoned her. Now the alphas regret the choices they made, but Madeline knows one thing for certain—her children will never call them “daddy.”

Isla, freshly divorced from her husband Logan Barrett, is eager to start a family of her own. She meets up with Ethan Prescott, a devastatingly handsome bachelor who offered to donate his sperm, but Isla doesn’t realize that her beautiful sperm donor is actually a friend of her ex and a successful CEO who’s known to shun all matters of the heart. Not long after the divorce, Logan also comes crawling back, begging for another chance to be together. Faced with this perplexing dilemma, what will be Isla's ultimate choice?

Freshly 21 and free from her father’s clutches, Rae Buxton lands her first big girl job as a CEO’s assistant. But on her very first day she runs into a problem…she’s already fallen into bed with her new boss! Caleb Wolfe is hot, moody, and a perpetual bachelor. Accidentally sleeping with his newly hired PA wasn’t in his grand plan…and neither was this budding obsession with her.

Maturity Warning ️ This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised. He calls me a monster by day, but claimed me like a slut by night. I am my mother's project and world's greatest miracle. I am her husband's greatest sin. I am a hybrid created in a secret basement with the DNA of my mother and sea creatures. I was designed to be the perfect daughter for my creator who couldn't conceive. But to her husband, I was nothing but a hideous monster that threatened his marriage. Rick despises me. He calls me a lab rat and treats me with a cold cruelty that should make me hate him. Yet my heart and body still aches for him. He punished me with his presence, but behind his mask of fate lies a hunger that contradicts his insult. The tension finally snaps when the house was empty and Rick claimed me as his prey in a violent, possessive act that brands me as his private obsession. But the outside world was waking up. Dr Morgan and his hounds are coming for me, to claim me as their asset. My mother, created a replica of me to be my mate, Kael. With the intention of saving her marriage and sending me away. Now, I am caught in a deadly crossfire. Rick swore to protect me from the Dr Morgan and Kael. But as Dr Morgan's men hunted me down. Rick must make a difficult choice; hand me over to the scalpel, or become a fugitive to keep me by his side. The experiment is over. The war for the miracle had begun.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After her death, countless pack members questioned Dad about what he had said. Someone even offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But he remained silent. Until the day of my mate ceremony, Dad showed up. He walked up to my fiancé and whispered something...

They said being married to someone is one of the most beautiful event happen to your life, but for Roxana Greco that is the worse thing happen in her life, being married to Mikhail Marino—the ruthless, cold hearted person billionaire. They don't feel love for each other but they got married for a certain event and she's living hell since then. Roxana ran away from him because she cant endure the pain physically, mentally and emotionally. She live peacefully for 5 years. After she came back to the Philippines her life turn up side down again. The all mighty Mikhail Marino wants her back and he'll do anything to get his wife back, by hook or by crook. "I want my wife back I want my everything back."

Zeke and I always said we'd be best friends forever since we were pups. Everyone always assumed we'd end up as mates but we laughed it off. So when we both turned 18 and the string of destiny snapped into place tying us together, I was over the moon. But Zeke telling me he'd never mate with a mutt like me. Now my worst enemy Chris and I have a plan. "What if…we fake dated?" "What?" "Nothing would really piss Zeke off more than not only you saying no to being his breeder than also making him think we're getting each other's rocks off." "You in?" I stuck my hand out. "You got it, boyfriend."

“Come at me, fight me. We have to pretend we don't know each other for me to save your ass from here”, His husky voice that I haven't remembered in years sent shivers down my spine. “You want me to pretend?” I growled, stepping into the pit. Damon’s eyes burned under the mask. “Rae… if you want to survive this, you’ll fight me—and you’ll make it look real.” “No, Alpha. I’ll fight you. But I won’t pretend a damn thing and I will send you to the pit of hell.”

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.