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I turned a nobody from the streets into a Mafia, and I defied my papa—a man who loved me more than anything—to do it. For five years, I cast aside the honor of being a Principessa, all for the dream of a life with him. I thought the man I loved was on the verge of becoming the next Don of the Moretti family. But then my papa collapsed during his prayers in the church, suffering a massive cardiac arrest in the one place he believed was most sacred, most safe. Robin was by my side day and night, whispering encouragement. "Isabella, you have to be strong. It's the only way your papa can rest in peace." I was planning our wedding, ready to marry the man I thought I could trust with my life, when I overheard him talking to his mistress, Ava. "We finally got rid of the old bastard." "Once I marry Isabella, half the Moretti empire will be ours.." The five years I had willingly dedicated to him had been nothing more than an incubator for his twisted ambition. I wiped my tears and became the Moretti family's princess once more. I swore I would make them pay in blood. So, on the night before my wedding, I picked up my phone and dialed my brother's number. "Brother," I said. "It's time to close the net."

The Moon Goddess never chose me. At least, that’s what I thought. Abandoned as a baby, raised as Ridge Storm Pack’s pity project, I learned to fight for every grade, every scrap of respect, every breath inside Silver Ridge Academy’s walls. A place built on the Great Accord where wolves, fae, witches, and dragon-blooded heirs train together under wards older than memory. A place where dominance is currency, and I’ve always been bankrupt. Then they found me. Callum. Jaxon. Rory. Seth.
The Ridge Storm Quadruplets. Thirty-five years old, untouchable, infamous. Alphas without a Luna, warriors feared across Lycandra, second only to the Supreme Alphas who oversee the realm for the triplet Lycan Kings themselves. They say no wolf has ever been chosen by four Alphas. The bond resonance that detonated between us has never happened in history—ten out of ten on the wards. Unprecedented. Impossible. And yet, here we are. Their storm, their blaze, their rogue, their prince.
My shadows. My chains. My undoing. Every touch sparks like lightning. Every glance feels like a promise I’m terrified to believe. Because if the Goddess gave me to them, She can take it back. And I don’t know what’s more dangerous—fighting this bond, or surrendering to it. One thing is certain: the closer my birthday—and my first shift—draws, the more the power inside me rises. Something none of us understand. Something even the Supreme Alphas are watching. And when the truth comes out, not even the Great Accord will save me.

Myracle is a rich billionaire who meets Cedric and they fall in love but what Myracle doesn't know is that Cedric is his mother's toy boy who works to satisfy her sexual needs. Cedric however does this to keep his mother who is ill well taken care of.When the secret is out Myracle's father puts a hit on Cedric and accidentally kills his own wife. In addition to that secrets unravel that Myracle's father killed Cedric's father and stole his empire.

We got caught in a blizzard—me, my fiancé Melvin Dunn, a few of his colleagues, including Sally Blom. Middle of the night, I woke up shaking. My heavy-duty sleeping bag—the one built for minus forty—was gone. In its place? A flimsy summer quilt. Sally was curled up in my bag, fast asleep in Melvin's arms. I shoved him hard. "Why is she in my sleeping bag?" He pulled me aside, whispering, "Keep your voice down. Sally's kinda fragile—she's about to catch a cold. You're strong. You'll be fine." I pointed at my feet, already numb. "So I'm supposed to freeze to death for you two because she's 'fragile'?" He frowned. "God, Peyton, stop being so dramatic. It's just a sleeping bag. Think about the team for once." I laughed, tears slipping down my face. Didn't say another word. Just crawled back into the corner, grabbed the sat phone, and called my brother—Captain of Stormfang Rescue, an elite international search and rescue team. "Hugh, come get me. The coordinates are... Remember—I'm alone."

The rules were simple. As a waitress at the famous and biggest Billionaire's Club in the city. Ava was given three rules. One. Do not speak to any of the billionaires that come to the club except if you're taking their orders. Two. Do not have any sexual relationship with any of the billionaires that come to the club. Three. Always put on the outfits provided for you every night. Will Ava find it hard to obey when the rich, sexy but arrogant CEO of Ivanshov Constructions, Mikhail Ivanshov grabs her attention? Book One in the Billionaire's Club Series **Author here: You can follow my Insta for updates @chimdi_jane_samuel or FB page @Chimdi Jane Samuel. Updates would be every Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays.

Sarah's life takes an unexpected turn when she's forced into a loveless marriage to an old man. Determined to break free and follow her dreams, Sarah escapes, only to find herself caught up in new troubles. Can Sarah overcome the challenges and protect her newfound freedom and love?

Five years into what she thought was a happy marriage, Eldora is betrayed and brutally murdered—by her mate, his friends, and the woman he was truly destined for. Bleeding out beneath the cold gaze of the full moon, her final thoughts are filled with heartbreak and regret. But fate isn’t finished with her. Eldora wakes up in the past—before the lies, before the betrayal, before she gave her heart to the wrong man. This time, she’s not going to wait to be saved. This time, she’ll take her destiny into her own hands. Her plan? Become the Alpha herself. But to do that, she needs the elite training only offered at the prestigious—and all-male—Alpha Academy. Disguised and determined, Eldora enters a dangerous game of secrets and survival. Can she earn her place without being discovered? What happens when she comes face-to-face with the very people who once betrayed her? And worst of all… What will she do if she encounters her mate there?

Being accused of being the cause of one of the most important vampire, Arabella Quavor Hunter, a gifted hunter in the Hunter's family was forced to go to the vampire castle to clear herself. She met with the vampire prince, Lestat Gracia who doesn't believe her and set to torture her for killing one of his people. Arabella ran away and went back home only to be expelled by her uncle. She went back to the vampire castle to investigate the truth behind her friend's death, a vampire. Will she succeed in finding out the truth? Will Lestat ever believe her to be innocent?

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

I married Mason Fleming, who comes from a prestigious family with a long line of lawyers, at 19. For over 20 years, I devoted myself fully to our home by raising our child, keeping the household together, and supporting his career. Now I'm 40, and he cheats on me. Friends and relatives try to advise me. "Your husband is handsome and successful. He even lets you manage the money he earns. Compared to most men, he's considered one of the good ones." In other words, they want me to turn a blind eye and continue playing the role of a "good wife" to maintain appearances. But I can't keep up with the act anymore.