Ronnie O'sullivan

Sophie thought she had it all planned out. She'd broken free from her dead-end job and stagnant relationship and was off to see the world. She craved adventure and independence. Romance was the last thing on her mind—Until she met Callum, the handsome Scot who threatened to turn all her plans upside down. But, Sophie did say she wanted an adventure. And Callum looked like an adventure.

After disappearing for five long years, Seven Hwang comes back to find that his life is different from where it left off before he went to jail. His friends have gone their separate ways, his parents have turn their backs on him and his crush is getting married in the next few days. But, one day he trips and falls into an open manhole and when he emerges he finds that everything is different. He must find a way to start over and change the future. He believes that it has all changed for the better but, has it really?

"$100 MILLION REWARD for verified information about CEO Lucius Hunt's REAL wife........ .......... What would you do if the husband you've never met turns out to be the boss you're falling for? I married a stranger named "Lou" to escape my father's loan shark. We exchanged vows through lawyers and phone numbers through his grandmother. We've never seen each other or know each other's real name, We're practically ghosts to each other. It's simply one signature that set me free. Or so I thought. Now I work for Lucius Hunt, Cedarville's coldest CEO. A man who looks at me like I'm a problem he needs to solve. The way he looks at me makes me forget I'm married. Lucius is everything I want but shouldn't want. I told myself it's just attraction. Just my body betraying my marriage vows to a man who thinks I'm a golddigger. But the worst part is? Lucius is married too. To a woman he's never met. And that wife is me! Turns out my ghost husband Lou and my cold boss Lucius are actually the same person. But I realized it too late. Now my own best friend is pretending to be his real wife. His desperate ex wants him back. His uncle wants us both dead. My psychotic ex won't stop stalking me. And my father's loan shark? He insists he wants me as payment, not the money. Five enemies. One target. Seems like Being Mr. Hunt's Wife comes with a bounty on my head.

A white wolf. A forbidden bond. An enemy she can't resist. Kaela has always hidden what she is — a rare white werewolf, born into a world that fears her kind. With her first shift approaching, her control is slipping… and the dreams of a golden-eyed stranger grow stronger. Ronan is the cold, ruthless Alpha of Shadowfang — the enemy pack. But when they meet at a tense summit, something ancient ignites between them. Fate doesn’t care about rivalries. And once they touch, the bond is sealed.

I was born cursed. A Volana wolf, the rarest, most hunted bloodline in existence. My blood grants eternal life, which means I've spent every day since I was ten locked away by the one man who was supposed to protect me. My father didn't raise a daughter. He raised a weapon. He killed my wolf, stole my wolf, and when I had nothing left to give, he sold me. Not to a mate. To a contract. Bastien Voss Rourke doesn't do love. The most feared Alpha billionaire in the Northern Territories does deals. Clean. Calculated. Final. Three years as his contract mate in exchange for my freedom when the contract expires. No feelings. No bond. No future. I told myself I could survive it. I was wrong. Because somewhere between his cold commands and the rare, unguarded moments he forgot to be ruthless, I fell. Hard. Stupidly. Completely. Now the contract is ending. I'm standing in his penthouse with a pregnancy test in my hand and a smile I can't contain — and he's about to sign the rejection papers. He doesn't want me. He never did. But the heir growing inside me? That belongs to both of us. And when the truth about my blood, my lineage, and what I really am detonates across the pack world — Bastien will realize he didn't just reject a contract mate. He rejected his true fated bond. And some mistakes cannot be undone with paperwork.

To save her dying brother, Harper Quinn sold her virginity at a secret Halloween auction. The winner: a masked stranger with silver hair, crimson eyes, and real fangs who paid ten million dollars for one unforgettable night. She never expected to see him again. She definitely never expected to get pregnant. Three months later, Prince Valerian Nocturne (Crown Prince of the hidden vampire kingdom) kicks down her door. “You’re carrying my royal heir, little human. You belong to me now.” Kidnapped into a world of eternal night, Harper discovers she’s part of an ancient prophecy. Their child could walk in sunlight and save the vampire race… or destroy it. But when a golden-eyed ancient king emerges, claiming Harper’s soul was his five centuries ago, war erupts between two immortal princes who will burn everything to possess her and the baby. One night. One secret. One impossible love that defies death. Dark, steamy, possessive vampire romance with secret baby, royal drama, and “touch her and die” vibes.

Evania, a driven editor, finds her world upended when a desperate lie by her formidable boss, Jonathan Walter, thrusts her into the glittering facade of a fake relationship. Their charade is a desperate gambit to thwart a strategic marriage between Jonathan and the powerful Yelena Starkov, daughter of a Russian oligarch, a union that promises to reshape their media empire. But as the lines between pretense and passion blur, a devastating betrayal leaves Evania with a secret that will forever bind her to Jonathan. Years later, a chance encounter reveals a truth that shatters Jonathan's carefully constructed world, forcing him to confront the consequences of his ambition. Can a love born of deception survive the venomous machinations of a scorned heiress and the ghosts of a broken past? Will Jonathan find redemption, and can Evania ever truly forgive the man who broke her heart, even as he fights for their future?

Depois de passar dez anos correndo atrás do meu amor não correspondido, Edward Lightwood finalmente me aceitou como sua companheira de sangue. Mas, no dia em que faríamos nosso juramento eterno, seu primeiro amor, Beth — do clã aliado — foi assassinada por um grupo de caçadores de vampiros. Ele me culpou pela morte dela. E passou a me torturar todos os dias. Me expôs ao sol eterno, cravou estacas de madeira no meu corpo — sempre calculando para não me matar — e depois me trancou no porão. Exausta e com o coração em pedaços, eu peguei uma estaca de carvalho… E a cravei no meu próprio peito, bem na frente dele. Eu me matei. Mas… não morri. Renasci no dia em que confessei meus sentimentos para Edward. Mas desta vez… Eu não vou cometer o mesmo erro. Vou ficar o mais longe possível dele.

No meu aniversário, meu noivo usou os pontos do supermercado para me dar um par de luvas de lavar louça. Mas num leilão, ele comprou uma joia de cinco milhões de dólares para o primeiro amor dele. Fiquei furiosa e o confrontei, mas ele me chamou de interesseira. — Eu sempre te dei dinheiro pra gastar. Não é mais que justo você cuidar de mim? Isso era pra ser meu teste final pra você. Se passasse, a gente ia casar. Você me decepcionou demais. Terminei com ele. Ele se virou e pediu a ex em casamento. Cinco anos depois, a gente se esbarrou numa ilha privada de férias. Alex Thompson me viu de uniforme de funcionária catando lixo na praia. Na mesma hora, ele zombou de mim. — Você torceu o nariz pras luvas que eu te dei, e agora tá aqui catando lixo. Hoje em dia, mesmo se você implorasse, eu não te daria a mínima. Ignorei ele. O projeto de estudos sociais do meu filho era limpar o quintal com um dos pais. O pai dele tinha expandido o quintal até chegar na praia. Limpar aquilo era de matar.

No concurso de poções, minha irmã adotiva, Célia, tornou-se famosa graças à poção que roubou de mim. Eu jamais poderia imaginar que aquela competição serviria para escolher a esposa do jovem senhor da Tribo Serpente, um homem cruel, feio e naturalmente estéril. Naquela mesma noite, a Tribo Serpente enviou uma carta de casamento, exigindo que a criadora da poção se tornasse esposa do jovem senhor. Ao saber disso, meu noivo entrou em pânico e imediatamente consumou o Pacto de Almas com Célia. Depois de consumado o ato, Célia veio, rebolando a cintura, exibir para mim o Pacto em forma de Lobo em suas costas. — Agora o seu noivo é meu, irmãzinha. E agora, o que você vai fazer? Faltam só três dias para você completar vinte e cinco anos. Se ninguém se casar com você, será sorteada para aqueles Bestiais mais velhos e violentos, que batem nas esposas! Ela se enganou. Eu ainda tinha outra escolha. Procurei meus pais, que estavam na sala tentando resolver as confusões deixadas por Célia. — Se ela não vai se casar com o jovem senhor da Tribo Serpente, eu me caso!