My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart

All the werewolves claim that I'm born lucky. After all, I, a lowly Omega, get to become the mate of a powerful Alpha named Kael Dwyer. Only my five-year-old daughter, Lyra Dwyer, keeps staring at me with the eyes that seem to be able to discern everything. When Kael's mistress, Seraphina Ashwood, uses the spring water blessed by the Moon Goddess while wearing my robe after moving into the pack house, Lyra wakes me up in the middle of the night. "Mother, why exactly are you still staying with an Alpha that reeks of betrayal?" Stunned, I ask, "What did you just say?" Lyra sighs in return. "In my previous life, I had lived till I turned 25 years old. I watched you endure everything for the rest of your life. "Can you please hear me out this time and reject the bond between you and that Alpha dad of mine? Once you're done, I'll introduce you to an actual fated mate. He's more handsome and powerful than Dad. Most importantly, he's devoted to you and only you."

Andre Simmons is a smoking hot billionaire Casanova with a flair for heartbreaking. Love has never been an option for Cleo. After having her heart broken one too many times, she closed herself off to the idea of 'love' and instead chose to have her fun by playing with men's feelings, like a playboy would women. Beautiful and a billionaire in her own right, finding a target was never an issue. When Cleo crossed paths with Andre, he only seemed to prove her point that men were nothing more than lying scums who deserved to be wiped off the face of the earth. So when both of them made a bet that they could make the other fall for them, Cleo was sure of only one thing; she wasn't going to lose. What happens though when Andre turns out to be different? What caused Cleo to hate men so much anyway? Who do you think wins the bet in the end? What happens when two players fall in love?

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

Amber, a 19-year-old high school graduate ends up parting with her foster parents after her real mother finds her and promises her a better life only to be sold off to a Mafia Human Trafficking ring where she is purchased by a rude and emotionless billionaire, Draken Knight. All he wants from her is sex and submission. Will she be able to live up to his expectations?

One day, after getting rear-ended outside my office, I, Maeve Dahlman, call out for help, but Austin Cooper, who is simply passing by with Carmen Holt, merely glances at me impatiently, annoyed that I've disrupted their lunch plans. Instead of helping, he has his assistant take me to his private club and lock me in a room, accusing me of being paranoid and dramatic. "I'll give you three days to calm down," he says before walking away and leaving me in isolation. Eventually, I escape and call the police. An ambulance rushes me to the hospital, where doctors diagnose me with a brain injury that requires immediate surgery. I keep calling Austin, only to realize that he has blocked my number. Then, I see Carmen's latest post online, gushing about a romantic luxurious dinner with him. After I'm discharged, I cancel the wedding, destroy all the invitations, and finally call my mother. "Mom," I say, "I've made up my mind. I'm ready to meet him."

Gamma, a hater and heartbreaker of beings called women. For him, only his adoptive mother and younger brother are the women he loves. The others don't matter. However, Angel was different. That girl was able to conquer the heart of a famous violinist like Gamma, a person who should be shunned by any good girl. Can Angel fall into Gamma's entangling love trap? Can Gamma finally find a real woman who is not as shitty as her evil mother? Those beautiful notes were swiped from the proud violin, singing a love song that captivated the heart. Or is it hurting their heart? __________________________________ Welcome to this sweet love stories, one that is wrapped either with hatred, revenge, sincerity or compulsion. Welcome and pray for the characters inside, hope they will always be happy.

Jason Bell is a man fighting with the demons of a judgemental society , he meets carefree Seraphina Williams who is determined to avoid the chains of society and he falls in love .After two years away from home the carefree Seraphina returns to the ever conscious Jason looking for a fake relationship to get her ever protective parents off her back but is tricked into a marriage that is supposed to last a year .What will happen at the end of the year , will Seraphina still insist on a divorce as agreed or will she stay with the man she married for convenience ?Follow Jason Bell on his quest to get Seraphina to take his heart .

Kaia Carson just got the job of her dreams, but with it comes a distraction she really does not need in her life. Will meeting Beau Navarro be the best thing to happen to her or will it destroy all the progress she thought she had made to get here? All Mr. Navarro knows is that he wants that woman for himself, to hell with what anyone thinks!

Amelia was leading a perfect life, She loved her life, her friends everything. But what she hated the most were boys. Especially boys who like to play with girls. She hasn't had any good reason to trust them. Whenever she loved someone it was always for some ulterior motive. What happens when she bumps into School's new boy, Damien? Icy blue eyes are his signature. A boy who is cocky, sweet, caring but at the same time mysterious in his own ways. Will Damien prove her wrong and fall in love along with her? Or does he have his own motives behind his actions. To add onto Amelia's turmoil of a life, what will happen when the boy who broke her heart a few years back returns to claim her back? What would have happened between the two? Peek in to know ~~

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.