Precious Hearts Romance

Meet Nina! Nina was pretty, fierce yet sweet. She was shy, yet so easy to get along with. The thing about Nina was that she had an easy-going attitude to life making it a breeze for anyone who wanted to approach her. Her life was a simple one, so perfect for her. That was until her perfect life crashed, with everything she had known, everything she had planned taken from her as she was forced out of her English city home and thrown into the American cowboy fevered town of Samsonville, Texas. The town that was filled with cowboys, ranches and intriguing boys who kept a secret, a secret that she has no way of running from. I mean how could she? Werewolves where fast creatures and once they set sights on their pray the pray was theirs for keeps.

Blaze shoved Carlo hard, his breath ragged. “Get the hell out of my way! I don’t need your help.” Carlo caught his balance, his lips curling into a taunting smirk. “Really? Because it looks like you’re drowning without me.” "And no matter where you go, I'll be the only man you'll come back to" Carlo slurs. **** Blaze is a street racer trying to pay off his father’s debt, desperate to win his freedom. Carlo is a rich son of a powerful family, living a life of luxury that Blaze can only dream of. But there’s one thing Carlo can’t buy—true passion. When the underground racing scene throws them into competition, their rivalry heats up. But after an unexpected one-night stand, a new kind of tension sparks between them. Suddenly, Blaze and Carlo find themselves drawn to each other in a way they never imagined. Now, they have to decide if they can put their hatred aside and risk everything for a love neither of them saw coming. But what happens when Blaze finds out Carlo's secret?

Beau Oaklee, is unusual for a Skinwalker, though she does follow most traditions of her people, she refuses to eat the hearts of those who possess a human soul, well except for that one guy whose heart she ate, he was a Skinwalker that deserved it. And of those she ate before she made her oath. Killian Castellani, Alpha King and half Weretiger and Vampire. There are 5 words to describe him. Cold-hearted, mate-less, fierce, loyal, devilishly handsome. Okay make that six, Beau calls him a lumberjack.

“The first rule of the game? Don’t fall for the boss.” Atlan Wolfe was supposed to be making a comeback. After his career with the Flyers went up in flames, joining the Chicago Blackhawks was his last shot at redemption. All he needed to do was stay focused, stay clean, and stay out of trouble. Then James Carter walked in, the billionaire heir pulling the team’s strings from behind the scenes. Young, powerful, and dangerously charming, James is everything Atlan swore to avoid. But one reckless spark turns into a fire neither of them can control. The world isn’t ready for a scandal like this. Hockey fans worship Atlan as a hero. Shareholders expect James to be untouchable. Their desire could cost Atlan his career and James his empire. In the end, Atlan must choose, his glory on the ice… or the forbidden man who makes him feel alive.

He is a billionaire. She is a billionaire. He owns the largest company in Las Vegas. She owns the second-largest aiming to defeat him. The media are aware of their feud/rivalry. They entered into a variety show for a "100 days marriage contract" to lean about each others weaknesses. And that's where it all started " I don't understand this new feeling" He said, drunkily. "Neither do I" She replied, pulling his tie closer so that they are just inches apart. Their lips locked for the first time

She was broken. He was inevitable. Seraphine Ashton Academy Award-winning actress and America’s Sweetheart thought she’d survived the worst when she finally escaped her toxic, controlling boyfriend. But when Derek Castellan orchestrates her public humiliation at a film premiere, flaunting his new relationship in front of cameras and the world, Seraphine’s carefully rebuilt confidence shatters. Forced to attend an exclusive charity gala just days later, the last thing she expects is an encounter with a mysterious stranger on a shadowed terrace. He’s intensely private, dangerously perceptive, and sees past her celebrity facade to the wounded woman beneath. For fifteen minutes, Seraphine feels truly seen for the first time in years. What she doesn’t know is that the stranger is Damien Hale the world’s richest and most powerful man, a ghost in the business world who controls empires from the shadows and never, reveals himself to the public. And in those fifteen minutes, Damien makes a decision that will change both their lives forever: Seraphine Ashton is his to protect. He doesn’t ask for her permission to destroy her enemies. He doesn’t seek her approval to clear obstacles from her path. He simply declares with absolute certainty that she belongs to him and he’s willing to wait for her to realize the same truth he knew from the moment he saw her. Now Seraphine must navigate a world where the most powerful man has decided she’s his, where protection feels like possession, where surrender might feel like redemption. Damien Hale doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t compromise. He doesn’t fail. But for Seraphine, he’ll learn. Because when a man who controls everything meets the one woman he can’t control, the only question is: who will surrender first?

เมื่อความเข้าใจผิดเพียวงเสี้ยววินาที กลายเป็นจุดเริ่มต้นของเรื่องราวความรักที่ไม่มีใครคาดคิด เธอ…หญิงสาวธรรมดาผู้มีหัวใจเปี่ยมฝัน ต้องเผชิญกับความวุ่นวายเพราะดันขึ้นรถผิดคัน เขา…ผู้มีชีวิตเป็นตารางเวลา ที่กำลังมองหาไกด์พาเที่ยวแบบส่วนตัว เมื่อเธอคิดว่าเขาคือคนขับรถ และเขาก็เข้าใจว่าเขาคือไกด์ที่จ้างมา หนึ่งการพบเจอ สิงความเข้าใจผิด นำพาทั้งคู่สู่ทริปสุดแสนจะไม่ธรรมดา จากการเดินทางที่ไม่ได้ตั้งใจ กลายเป็นความผูกพันที่ก่อตัวขึ้นช้าๆ แต่เพียงชั่วข้ามคืน…ความสัมพันธ์กลับพุ่งทะยานสู่ขีดสุดของหัวใจ ทว่ารุ่งเช้า กลับเหลือเพียงความว่างเปล่า หนึ่งเดือนผ่านไป เธอได้พบเขาอีกครั้ง ในสถานทีไม่คาดฝัน และครั้งนี้ เขาไม่ใช่แค่ “ผู้ชายแปลกหน้าในรถคันนั้นอีกต่อไป” แต่คือ “ประธานโรงแรมที่ต้องร่วมงานด้วยอย่างใกล้ชิด” ความจริง ความรู้สึกและหัวใจที่ยังไม่เคยลืมจะพาทั้งคู่กลับมาเจอกันอีกครั้งในความสัมพันธ์ที่ไม่ใช่ “ความบังเอิธ” แต่เป็น “โชคชะตา” ที่เลือกให้พวกเขารักกันอีกครั้ง…หรือไม่?

I was born into hardship, but my beauty led to my adoption by the Maddox family. When I was 18, they brought home two boys. Dustin Holland, a piano prodigy, quickly bonded with my sister, who was the darling of our social circle. Nathan Holland remained in the shadows. He didn't like to talk, laugh, or even show the normal emotional fluctuations of a person. His stubborn, wooden gaze was like that of an abandoned stray dog. Diagnosed with emotional detachment disorder, he became my project. I vowed to heal him. He locked me in a dark room, scarred my face with a branch, and encased my favorite doll in plaster. I forgave it all, thinking he was just traumatized. The elite in the circle mocked us, urging me to abandon him, but I kissed him publicly, declaring, "I love Nathan. Anyone who hurts him will pay." Then a fire tore through our home. Nathan stepped over my broken body to save my sister, his eyes wet with rare tears. Turned out, his disorder had a cure. It was just not me. Reborn on the day they arrived, I looked at the taciturn boy and sneered, "Dad, must we take in every stray?"

. No one argues with me. I sit there for a long time. Eventually, footsteps approach again. I do not look up. “Selene,” a voice says. I recognize it. I lift my head slowly. Dorian stands in the doorway. His suit is immaculate. His hair perfectly styled. He looks irritated. Not panicked. Not broken. Late. “You came,” I say. My voice sounds wrong. Hollow. He exhales sharply. “I came as soon as I could.” I look down at Rowen. Then back at Dorian. “You missed it,” I say calmly. He frowns. “Missed what?” I laugh. “Our son,” I say. “You missed our son.” His eyes shift to the bed. To the stillness. To the quiet. Something flickers across his face. Annoyance. Disbelief. Not grief. “Selene,” he says. “What are you talking about.” I stand up slowly, still holding Rowen. “He waited for you,” I say. “He asked for you.” Dorian rubs his temple. “This is not the time for dramatics.” I stare at him. “Say that again,” I say softly. He sighs. “We will arrange the healers again tomorrow. Right now, I have people waiting.” I feel something dangerous rise in my chest. “Tomorrow,” I repeat. “Hmm. Okay.” He steps close r. Looks at Rowen more carefully now. “Why is he not responding,” he asks. I meet his eyes. “Because he is dead,” I say. Dorian freezes. “What,” he says. I take a step toward him. “Say his name,” I tell him. He hesitates. “Rowen.” “Say it again,” I say. “Rowen,” he repeats, irritated now. I lift my chin. “He died asking if he was good enough for you,” I say. “So tell me, Alpha Nightfall.” My voice trembles for the first time. “Was he.”

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”