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Miranda, a captive-turned-lover, is caught between the ruthless mafias, Antonio and Don Vito. Pregnant with Antonio’s child and trapped in a deadly deal, she stumbles upon a shocking secret that binds them all. As the stakes rise and secrets are revealed, will Miranda escape the mafia’s clutches, or will her desperate bid for freedom cost her everything?

From the runway to a gilded cage, Cali was the world's most untouchable supermodel, until her own mother traded her like a pawn to settle a debt. Now, she is the captive bride of the city's most lethal Mafia CEO, a man who bought her soul with a signature in blood. He expects a trophy to silence and command, but he's about to learn that Cali's sarcasm is as sharp as a razor and her defiance is a fire he can't extinguish. In this dark game of obsession and power, he may own her contract, but taming the woman behind the fame might just be the one war he's destined to lose.

My Alpha fiancé, Andre Ackhurst, and his brother, Easton Ackhurst, are identical twins. They have the same looks and scent—no one would be able to tell them apart if not for their starkly different personalities. After a savage pack war, Andre dies, and Easton lives. But when Easton takes over as Alpha, he insists on inheriting both lines of the family—he claims to want to care for me, his sister-in-law. When his girlfriend, Callie Wentworth, learns of this, she berates me for shamelessly seducing her boyfriend. That night, I head to my in-laws' room, wanting to ask them to talk Easton out of his ridiculous idea. However, I hear my mother-in-law say, "Andre, Easton is the one who died on the battlefield. Why did you impersonate him and say you're the one who died?" "Easton" sighs. "Callie is an Omega, and she's weak. Her body won't be able to take it when she learns Easton is the one who died. I have to love her for life on Easton's behalf. "Yes, it's unfair to Jane. However, I'm sure she'll stick it out because she's already carrying my pup. Besides, I'll secretly care for her. She's so kind and considerate—I'm sure she'll understand why I've done this." I'm in disbelief after hearing this. Finally, I understand that my fiancé didn't die. He merely pretended to be his brother so he could comfort another woman. During breakfast the following morning, I tell my in-laws my plan. "Thank you for helping me move past Andre's death. I've thought things through, and I've decided to abort the pup. I'm going to start afresh." As soon as the words are out of my mouth, "Easton" suddenly shatters the bowl he holds as he feeds Callie.

To make up for past regrets with his first love, my husband, Pierce Ronan, lied that he could see everyone’s lifespan. He told me I had sixty years left, but his first love, Jessica Stone, had only seven days to live. So, for those seven days, he said he had to fulfill the promises of their youth. He brought her home, cared for her, and when they went back to their old college campus to relive their love, I didn’t protest. When he confessed his love to her and planned the wedding of the century, asking me to be the bridesmaid, I didn’t raise my voice. It wasn’t until he wanted to break the final taboo — in our marital bedroom — that he looked at me with guilt in his eyes and begged me to move out. The housemaids watched, snickering behind their hands, but I only smiled and nodded in agreement. I packed my bags, carried our child, and moved into the guest room next door. Seeing how obedient I remained, Pierce was touched. “I promise, this will be the last time I wrong you. Once Jessica passes, I’ll make it up to you.” What he didn’t know was that I had already seen through his lies. What he also didn’t know was that the one truly dying of cancer, the one with only seven days left to live, was me. Three days remained. Then, I would be gone.

Adi (28) and Leonard (30), 2051, a happy living, lovely couple, intrigued by the mysterious appearance of a basement in their mansion chose to explore it. The mysterious basement brought many secrets along with it. They found an ancient diary that unraveled some past truth. They came to know about their past selves Ada and Lennard (1475), Ana and Levi (1750). The diary assisted them to access the memory portal which clue up them about the use of magical spells and how their past selves were brutally killed by the evil Dark Lord. The Dark Lord being blinded by the desire to access locked powers had knit a cunning trap for the couples with the help of an oracle who had made a prophecy about unlocking the powers and his death. Unaware of this vicious trap the couple chose to time travel and fight back against the Dark Lord. Alexander(30) and Vivian(28), close friends of Adi and Leo, tag along with them in their journey to defeat the Dark Lord. Will the couple succeed in the mission or will it be another fragment of an incomplete love story? To reveal the mysteries, put the book in your library, and don't forget to like and comment. ~~~~~ Cover is not mine and the rights belong to it's truthful owner.

Emaline Liliana's dreams and sleep have always been erotic and lustful, fueled by intense touch, passionate kisses, love, and care. She dreamed of a man with red eyes and two pointed fangs who always smiled and laughed before ending the dream with a bloody scream. A nightmare that is both beautiful and endless. Once the Vampires had taken over the world, the ruthless Vampire King gave the humans a choice: become a source of blood for them, or become their beloved. A place where a human who is both naïve and blind would perish.

Before my wedding, my future sister-in-law diagnoses me with cervical erosion. She insists it's because of my promiscuity. My boyfriend arranges for my sister-in-law to operate on me without my permission. After the surgery, I find that my womb is missing. I'm furious, and I want to know what's happened. However, my boyfriend berates me. "It's perfectly normal for Kate to make a mistake since it was her first surgery. You're her sister-in-law—stop making a big deal out of a small thing!" I refuse to settle the matter privately and call the cops. That's when my boyfriend secretly murders me via poisoning for the sake of his sister's future. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been taken back to before the surgery.

Elena is a selfless young woman married to an abusive man. When he tries to kill her one morning, Elena decides to take fate into her own hands; she runs away at night. Instead of finding freedom, she falls into the hands of four ruthless Alphas. She thinks that they are her saviors but everything goes to hell when they demand something she cannot possibly give: her soul. Elena is the perfect sacrifice to break the curse that has held the four Alphas back for so long. What she doesn’t know is that breaking the curse will cost more than her life. Her soul will be trapped forever. Not only is she the perfect sacrifice, she is also the fated mate of the four Alphas and the last heir of a special bloodline!

Son of a wealthy southern plantation owner, Vince Hart, is a well known womanizer. When he is caught in a compromising position with his lover he is forced to make a choice- leave Vivian's reputation ruined or marry her. He chooses marriage, and for a while he and Vivian enjoy marital bliss, but dark clouds are gathering on the horizon as the Civil War is brewing. Called to serve, Vince goes off to war and adventure, leaving his wife and unborn child home alone. What will he return to, if anything?

A gasp escaped past her lips when she felt his tongue licking her skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her chin quivering and her body trembling. A jolt of electrifying jolts ran down her body as his lips gave soft feathery kisses on her neck. She was a nervous mush in his arms. "Sweet," He rasped in his deep baritone voice. She stiffened, even more, when his nose caressed her jawline and he inhaled her scent. She was squished against his hard muscular chest and all she could feel and inhale was him. His big veiny hands, his muscular steel-like arms around her waist, and his sinful lips. "Your scent...mhmm... so f*cking addicting," a growl reverberated from his chest. "S...stop," She stuttered. "Shss..." The rough pad of his thumb caressed her lips.