Pick Ip Lines Novels & Stories

Aliyah Whitmore is a driven marketing executive who’s done with romance after a string of bad relationships. She’s focused on her career, refusing to let anyone get close. But when she meets Logan Pierce, a charismatic tech billionaire, things start to shift. Logan is used to getting what he wants, but Aliyah’s no-nonsense attitude and refusal to play along intrigue him. Forced to work together, their undeniable chemistry begins to blur the lines between business and personal. As their intense attraction grows, Aliyah struggles to keep her guard up, knowing a relationship with Logan could be risky. Logan, tired of superficial connections, is determined to break through her walls. With both their careers and hearts on the line, they must decide if their fiery connection is worth the risk.

Alejandro Sanchez has spent years hunting down the infamous crime lord Matini, determined to bring him to justice. But when a dangerous undercover mission forces him to step into Matini’s world, the lines between duty and desire blur in ways he never expected. Matini is ruthless, untouchable, and completely in control until Alejandro infiltrates his empire. What starts as a game of manipulation and possession quickly spirals into something neither of them can escape. Matini does not trust easily, but Alejandro stirs something in him, making him falter. Meanwhile, Alejandro wants to focus on his mission, but when Matini catches up to him, he is forced to become his plaything, entering a dangerous game of wills and something more.

Arlo grew up knowing exactly where he stood on the edges of a world that was never meant for him. The son of a servant in a house built on power, rules, and silence, he learned early that some lines should never be crossed. Especially not with someone like Nikolai. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous in ways Arlo never questioned. Until the day Nikolai started paying attention. What begins as something quiet—familiar, almost harmless—turns into something neither of them can control. Because in Nikolai’s world, desire isn’t just forbidden. It’s dangerous. And when someone from that world decides Arlo doesn’t belong anywhere near him… Staying might cost him everything. But leaving? Might be the one thing Nikolai won’t allow.

Francesa has one mission. It is to bring down the De Luca empire from the inside. Disguised as a man named Franco, she earns her place close to the heir she swore to kill. But nothing prepares her for Matteo- the man who gives her the most unforgettable night of her life... and the same man she’s meant to destroy. Matteo can’t forget the mystery woman he had a wild night with. Now, he finds himself drawn to Franco in ways that shake everything he thought he knew about himself. As Francesa uncovers a dark secret that could blow everything apart, the lines between hate and desire blur. Will love ruin her revenge or save her from it?

“I want to ruin you. It has always been my dream. But the more I desire your ruin… the more I crave you.” Ava Duval, heiress to one of the most feared organizations, was never meant to be prey. But one brutal attack shatters her world—and leaves her with no choice but to seek protection. Ethan is chosen instantly. Quiet. Deadly. Unreadable. The perfect weapon. To the world, Ava is untouchable— the nation’s most valuable asset. To Ethan, she’s a mission. A means to an end. A weakness waiting to be exploited. But the closer he gets, the more the lines begin to blur. What starts as a calculated game of control spirals into obsession— dangerous, consuming, and impossible to escape. Because in a world built on power and betrayal, desire is the deadliest mistake of all.

"The Prince I Love to Hate is an absolute must read! This romcom will have you rooting for Niamh and Olivier right from their hilarious first meeting. - Harlequin Junkie Blog top pick This prince? He’s anything but charming. I’ve never been the girl who’s dreamt of a prince rescuing me from a fire-breathing dragon before whisking me away to his castle. So when I fly all the way to Ireland to find my long-lost dad, I have no intention of playing the damsel in distress to some dude. But the night I encounter—and accidentally wallop upside the head—Prince Olivier of Salasia, my plans are completely upended. This prince is the opposite of charming, though. After thirty seconds in his presence, I want to feed him to a dragon. But fate is a fickle b*tch. Before I know it, I agree to team up with Olivier in the search for my dad. As I travel across Europe with this actual honest-to-god prince, I wonder, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like I’ll be stupid enough to fall in love with Prince Charming."

Everyone in the mercenary group knew just how deeply Liam Smith loved me and feared losing me. He even suppressed his dark desires to make sure I felt truly safe. No matter how dangerous the mission, he made sure to check in every single day. Worried for his safety, I hid my identity and secretly became his team’s hacker. However, after one mission, I overheard the others joking over the radio: "Chief was in such a rush to pick that lock and go after Wendy. What's so irresistible about her?" Through an unattended monitor, I caught Liam glancing at the camera with a teasing smile. "Didn't I tell you guys that she nearly wrung me dry the last time we did it?" It felt like I had fallen into an ice-cold abyss. My heart shattered, and I summoned the system. [I want to leave this world.] The cold, mechanical voice replied without delay: [Once you leave, all traces of the host in this world will be erased.] [Starting the countdown: Seven days left.]

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.

"I was just trying to steal some bread when the bond hit. One second I'm a rogue surviving on scraps. The next, I'm fated mate to THREE Princes. Not one. Not two. All three heirs to the throne. Damon, the brutal Crown Prince who thinks I'm a trap. Kieran, the charming second son who wants to seduce me. Caius, the scarred eldest who says he'll destroy his brothers to win. They say I have to choose one within a year, or the bond kills us all. The one I pick becomes King. The other two lose everything. But here's the problem: I don't want any of them. I just want to survive in a palace full of she-wolves who'd kill me for breathing. In a court where every smile hides a knife. With a bond that gets stronger every day, making it impossible to think straight when they're near. And the worst part? The longer I'm here, the harder it gets to imagine choosing only one. Because what if I'm falling for all three?"

I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door. Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony. Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness. Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him. I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital. Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment. I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?" Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything. But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm. I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."