Ron Weasley House

“If you keep looking at me like that…” he murmurs, his lips brushing close to my ear, “I’ll have no choice but to ruin you before the night’s over.” I stiffen. “You can’t touch me.” His smirk deepens. “Touch you? Mrs. Romano…I intend to devour you.” *** She wasn’t supposed to be here. When her twin sister flees her arranged marriage to Dante Romano—the ruthless king of the New York underworld—Twenty two years old Annalissa is forced to take her sister's place. To wear her dress. To stand before the devil himself…and pray he doesn’t notice the switch. Dante is dangerous, arrogant, and used to owning everything he touches. And now, he owns her. Annalissa thinks she can survive this sham of a marriage. Play the part long enough to protect her family. But Dante Romano isn’t a man who can be fooled so easily. His gaze lingers too long. His words seem like they’re meant to rattle her. And maybe he already knows. Maybe he’s keeping her trapped in this twisted game to see how long before she breaks. Because in this game, there are no wrong brides. Only the ones the devil decides to keep. 18+

Zara is one of the twins born into a new Kingdom built by her Parents Summer & Damian. Able to control other people’s feelings, she struggles with her own and is unable to build real relationships outside of her Family circle. Feeling branded an outsider over her special abilities, her only escape seems to run away. She ends up Captured and imprisoned by a new pack. After being beaten for days, she finally finds the strength to protect herself which lands her a bit of respect and the opportunity to join the new pack as Bodyguard for the tyrant King under a false name. It's not all as it seems... Finally understanding some of her feelings, she is able to drop the shield surrounding her, letting people in. As her mate is forced to marry another Woman, she promises herself to come back fighting.

"As you have done before, all you have to do now is sign a three-year marriage contract with me. And after our marriage contract ends, I will give you more than you can get now. I will give you everything to make sure that my ex-wife can still live in luxury after I divorce her." The day after her divorce, Vivianne White got that crazy offer from a man she didn't know. She didn't understand why, but Darren Hart, whom she had only met once in a nightclub, wanted her so badly that he kept pestering her until she finally accepted his offer of a contract marriage. . "I won't be shy with you because I know you are wealthy. So prepare a lot of money to make me your contract wife, sir." Vivi thought the contract marriage was as simple as being a dining and chatting companion for Darren, who looked very lonely. But she didn't realize she had voluntarily entered the tiger's cage when she signed the marriage contract with Darren. . "I contracted you to be my wife for three years so that you could be the object of my lust. That is your primary duty as my contract wife, so do well during this contract." And when Darren shows his true colors, can Vivi survive the three-year marriage contract? Or when another chance comes, will she prefer Lucas Warren, the ex-husband she still loves?

"Jennifer, let's get divorced. The Lance family won't have a soiled woman as its matriarch."Two years after their marriage, Maxwell Lance throws a divorce agreement in Jennifer Yale's face. She understands that it's because he wants to give his first love her rightful title. In his eyes, Jennifer's nothing but a flawed product who's already been soiled by another man."You can dream on, Maxwell. For as long as I'm alive, that woman won't step foot in here!"Jennifer's refusal to get a divorce leads to her family's bankruptcy and her father's horrible end. Finally, her heart dies. Maxwell's life becomes void of her presence.On the day of Maxwell's wedding to his first love, his subordinate suddenly tells him, "You've got the wrong woman, Mr. Lance. Your ex-wife's the woman from that night!"

David's life takes an unexpected turn when he falls into the trap and ends up in bed with his family's housemaid, Rowan. As if things couldn't get any more complicated, Rowan announces that she is pregnant. David's father insists that he take responsibility and marry Rowan, but David believes she set the trap to manipulate him. Will he give in to his Father's demands and marry Rowan will he stand his ground and resist her advances?? And if they do end together, what kind of future awaits the opportunistic house maid at the hands of a man who resents her so deeply? Find out in this gripping tale of love, betrayal and unexpected consequences .

I was about to kill my mother's murderer…until he almost killed me first. As the daughter of a respected policeman, justice burned in my blood. I watched my mother die at the hands of a Mafia Lord. And I swore to make him pay. But when I confronted Don Theron, I didn't expect to be wrapped up in his arms, his grip choking life out of me. “Say your last prayers, princess,” he growls, tightening his grip like the devil he was. I struggled, I gasped for air, my heart raced but there was no saving from this doom. I thought I was done for. But then he let me go. But my freedom wasn't a gift, it came with a heavy price–a gruesome curse. In a twisted deal with my father, the man who murdered my mother became my husband. Now, every morning I wake up beside a monster who's cloaked in charm, secrets and control. My soul still burns for vengeance, his soul thrives on possession. And with every day that passes by, I wonder… Will I ever make it out of here alive?

Cailee had a perfect life, or so she thought until she turned eighteen and received a rare, powerful red wolf as her companion. But that's not all - she discovers that she has a twin sister who supposedly died at birth, and her parents have kept this secret from her. As if that weren't enough of a shock, Cailee also finds out that her best friend Cameron is her mate. Can she trust him with her newfound knowledge, or will her secret tear them apart? The truth about what was kept from her could change everything.  Join Cailee on this thrilling journey of discovery, love, and danger as she navigates the secrets hiding in her past and fights to protect her future

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

I was the legitimate firstborn daughter of the King of the North. After my mother’s death, my aunt married the King of the South and became his Queen Consort. She brought me to her court, raising me beside her own sons. The Southern King adored me—He would seat me upon his knee and gesture toward the princes, laughing lightly: “When Hazel comes of age, whichever prince she chooses as her husband shall inherit this throne of the South.” “Stay here, child. The South could be your home.” In my previous life, I chose the Crown Prince—Ethan. I stood beside him during the War of Succession. I funded his armies with Northern gold. I silenced rival lords. I secured the throne for him. And when he was crowned king—He repaid me with imprisonment in the White Tower. And an order signed in his own hand. The North burned.The court was purged. Before I was forced to take my own life, he came to watch. “If not for you,” he said coldly, “Ava would still be alive.” “She died alone while I could not even mourn her. You will suffer tenfold.” “The Nouth falls because of you. Their blood is your dowry.” Then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was seated once more in the Great Hall. The King was smiling. “Hazel, today you will choose your husband.” The princes stood before me. This time, I did not look at Ethan. I pointed instead to the Queen’s third son. “I will marry Alexander.” And this time—I would decide who burns.