Pete Wentz Mikey Way

Alex Redwood your typical Alpha. Strong, impossibly attractive, and funny, yet stern when needed. And Grayson, she's... Well, the exact same. Except for the fact that she wants nothing to do with him, yet he'll do anything for her. Love can be such a strange thing... Will she let go of her hatred for him and allow herself to accept him and love him? Read to find out!

When the young Alpha Dylan was still the heir to the pack, his parents brought the innocent Cherry to live with them, hoping to foster a connection between them. Smitten with Dylan from the start, Cherry longed to grow closer to him, while Dylan remained aloof and distant. After a fateful night of revelry, the drunk Dylan succumbed to his desires, spending a passionate night with Cherry. However, his reaction the next day left her heartbroken and disillusioned. Feeling abandoned, Cherry decided to leave all by herself. Two weeks later, Cherry discovered that she was pregnant and decided to embark on a journey of independence and self-discovery in Berlin, where she pursued her dream of becoming a designer. Years went by, and Cherry returned to reunite with her father, only to be discovered by Dylan's friend, who soon learned about the existence of Cherry's daughter Fern. Witnessing this unexpected twist of fate, Dylan set off on a challenging quest to win back the love of his life.

When Colt comes home to find his wife (Belle) and his business partner (Jack) naked on his couch, he kicks their asses out. Literally. But when his brother-in-law introduces him to Rory, his whole world flips. However, Jack and Belle plot to keep the two apart. Will Colt be able to keep Rory safe from their twisted form of revenge?

"Mommy, I found my daddy, and he looks like me!" "I'm sure this time!" Cecilia Eldritch heard her daughter, Celeste, scream as she ran inside the house. Celeste would always find random men and claim that they were her dad. She had already gotten used to Celeste's mischievousness and decided to ignore it. Until Celeste showed her the "daddy" that she randomly found. Sure enough, Celeste brought home her daddy. "I found you." "You can't run away again, Cecilia," Eon Eno said with a triumphant smile. How could he find her after all these years? How can one steamy night with her sworn enemy lead up to this point? "Yay, now I have a daddy!"

Maya, a black-haired, black-eyed wolf, has been ostracized by her pack, mistaken for a witch due to her unusual appearance. She perseveres, longing for freedom and true love. Her supposed true love betrays her with her despised sister. Her parents, indifferent to her plight, force her to participate in the Wolf King's bride selection, a death sentence in her eyes. Disillusioned, Maya escapes to a chaotic bar, where she saves an Alpha under the influence of an aphrodisiac. This Alpha, unbeknownst to her, is her mate. They spend a passionate night together, but Maya, determined to sever ties with the wolf community, flees before he wakes. She builds a life in human society and gives birth to triplet Alpha pups. Just as she settles into a peaceful life, a call from her past shatters her illusion. She must return to the wolf pack with her children and face an uncertain fate. How will the story unfold? How will Maya confront the Wolf King's wrath, especially after secretly bearing his children? Will the pack accept her as their queen despite her witch-like appearance?

This is a thrilling and suspenseful romance story of a young adult guy by name Joshua who falls in love with the nanny his mom hired to take care of his younger sister - keeping his affair with her a secret, away from the prying eyes of his parents until something happens that threatens to reveal him.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."

"T-Trevor?” I trembled in panic. He didn’t move or utter a word as he stared at me in anguish. I didn’t know what to do or say—the grief I felt through our bond was crippling. “Why?” he groaned in agony. A question I dreaded to hear because I knew my answer wouldn't do anything to relieve his torment. “I... I’m sorry,” I shuddered as I crawled near him. He suddenly stood up when I was about to reach him. “I don’t want a damn apology Mia! I want to know why you left! Why you ran away with another man!” he demanded furiously as his eyes glimmered in fiery red and his fists were blazing with fire.

A grim look flashes past Daniel's face as he heard someone knocking on the door. When he finally sees Heather's pretty face so deeply imprinted in his head, his lips curl into a sarcastic smile. "So you've been telling people I'm dead?" Daniel asks.