Singer Three-body Problem

"I don't belong to anyone," Brenda said, taking a step back. "You're mine, and you're always going to be mine," Damien replied, leaning closer and whispering in her ears. "Then show me you love me," she bit back. "Show me you—" His lips crashed into hers immediately as he pinned her to the wall. He let all his desires out as he claimed her lips hungrily. ****************************************** All her life, Brenda Williams has done everything her father asked. Because of his gambling excesses, she is forced to work tirelessly in school for her family. But when her father orders her to marry a mafia lord twice her age because of his debts, she doesn't find it hard to run away. Unfortunately, she is roped into another marriage with another ruthless mafia lord before she can bat an eye. Consumed with burning questions and a threat to her life, she struggles with the unfound hatred from her new husband. This unleashes a series of dangerous games, kidnap threats, burning emotions, and family secrets that lead Brenda to one question: WHY HER? Will she be able to figure out the real reason behind her sham marriage, or will she run out without turning back? Can she escape three mafia lords who want her for different reasons?

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

Elisa, an orphaned omega, no longer believes in love because her mate, the pack's leader, cheated on her. She only wanted to live her life alone, not wanting to share the mate bond with anyone. However, the moon goddess had other plans for her, and she discovered that she has three mates. Her three mates, who were Alphas of various packs, added to the tension. domineering, controlling, and intrusive—yet insanely attractive. What happens when she lives under the same roof with all three of them?

Three mates. One obsession. A past that refuses to be forgotten. On the night of her mating ceremony, Emilia lost everything, her fated mate, her future, and her life. Betrayed by the one person she trusted most, she died with a broken heart. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn with a second chance, Emilia returns stronger… and this time, she’s not just fated to one Alpha, but three. The MoonClaw triplets fierce, possessive, and deeply in love with her. Just when happiness feels within reach, her past life crashes into the present along with Xavier, her former step brother turned deadly stalker. He remembers everything… and he’s willing to destroy anyone to make Emilia his.

My mom is critically ill. Before she passes away, she wants to see me married. It takes 27 days of pleading before my boyfriend, Kyle Grayson, says yes. I wait at the city hall until the doors close, but he never shows up. That same day, his childhood sweetheart, Ruby Callahan, posts their marriage certificate online. "Time flies. Three days more and we'll be a month in." Only then does it hit me. The very first day I begged, Kyle was already Ruby's husband. Right then, a text from Kyle lights up my phone. "Holly, Ruby's family was pushing her into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch her marry just anyone and ruin her life. We'll be divorced in three days. I'll marry you then." Three days later, he shows up at the city hall in a suit. But all he gets is a text from me. "Goodbye for good, Kyle."

Out of the frying pan and into the fire! You would think with the root word "fair" in fairies would deem the creatures sweet and gentle. Right? Fuck no! I died in Ancient Pompeii's catastrophic demise along with my lover Brixtius, and I was once again tossed through time. This time I land in Medieval Europe, and like my previous two adventures, I run into my dead lovers' look-alike descendant. Except now, he's a Duke and a formidable warrior. And me? The fairies dressed me as a boy, and I somehow have to survive this chivalric world! Why me?! *This book can be read as a stand-alone. The story is full of erotic imagery and explicit content.*

I kept our marriage a secret for three years, enduring every sneer as her VP while helping her build her empire. Tanya Cox rose from a scorned, illegitimate daughter to a revered CEO. She once nestled in my embrace and promised to be open about our relationship when the company went public. I waited year after year. Even when our child was born, she still hadn’t made good on her word. One day, I pressed for a timeline. However, Tanya simply put the baby in my arms. “Callum, things are complicated at the moment. The disclosure will only hurt the stock price. I gave you a child. Isn’t that enough?” Alas, when her childhood friend, Gavin Nolan, returned from abroad on New Year’s Day, he took the seat of honor during our newborn’s sip and see event. Gavin, cradling my baby girl, accepted well-wishes from friends and family with a smile. “Don’t take things the wrong way. The right etiquette probably slipped his mind since he’s been away for so long. He’s only sitting there to keep the baby entertained. That’s all. Don’t read too much into it. “We’ve always been close since childhood. He’s going to be the godfather of our child. Don’t tell me you’re jealous of him.” Beaming, I raised my glass as a toast to Gavin. Tanya was wrong. I wasn’t at all jealous. Heck, I was done with her.

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times. The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight. I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road. After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose. Eventually, I chose to walk away. But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.