Sophie Van Meter Leak

Selena the daughter of a wealthy aristocrat fell in love with a poor migrant boy Chris. However, it would be over her father's dead body would he allow such a relationship to go on. Selena falls pregnant and her father did not hesitate to do what he thought was best for his daughter, unfortunately, he lost more than he bargained for. Caleb Thompson was given up for adoption because his grandfather wouldn't accept a mixed-race grandchild into his family. He grew up not knowing who his mother was, and spent his entire life at the home of his adoptive parents who barely had enough but gave up the little they had for him. Caleb enters into an arranged marriage with Sophie Fernandez the granddaughter of a wealthy family at a time he was accused of a crime he did not commit, they both needed each other help. Caleb's sudden inheritance gives him leverage but not after he was thrown into a world of revenge, romance, passion, love-triangle and restoration.

When my appendix bursts, my parents, my brother, and even my fiancé are all too busy celebrating my sister's birthday. I'm outside the operating room, frantically calling every family member I can think of to sign the consent form, but every call is either ignored or hung up on. After hanging up on me, my fiancé, Joel Graham, texts back. "Sophie, stop being dramatic. It's Yvette's 18th birthday today. Whatever it is can wait until after the party." I quietly set my phone down and sign the consent form myself. It's the ninety-ninth time they've chosen Yvette Norton, my sister, over me. This time, I choose not to care. I'll stop letting their favoritism hurt me. Instead, I'll do everything they ask of me without complaint. They'll all think I've finally learned to be obedient, and they'll never realize that I'm preparing to leave them for good.

"I, Alpha Liam Hamilton, reject you, Elena Vance, as my Mate and my Luna. You are a curse to my bloodline. Now, get out before I hunt you down." On the night of the Blood Moon, my fated mate shattered my soul. He didn’t care that I was the True Lunar Bride. He didn’t care that I had loved him since we were pups. He chose his "prophecy" and his mistress over the woman meant for him. I left in shame, carrying a secret that would change the werewolf world forever: I wasn't empty-handed. I was carrying his twins—the strongest Alpha heirs the world had seen in a thousand years. Five Years Later. I am no longer the weak Omega he kicked into the rain. I am the "Silver Shadow," a world-renowned healer with a power that can bring Alphas to their knees. When a deadly plague strikes Liam’s pack, he is forced to beg for my help. He doesn't recognize the cold, breathtaking woman behind the mask. He doesn't know that the two prodigy children by my side share his emerald eyes and his lethal temper. But as my scent begins to leak through my disguise, the Alpha King grows obsessed. He corners me, his growl vibrating against my skin. "You smell like a ghost, Doctor. And those children... why do they have my claws?" The secret is out. The hunt is on. But this time, I’m not the prey—I’m the Queen. And the Alpha who rejected me? He’s about to learn that a Lunar Bride never forgets... and she never survives on mercy.

A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.

Serena, heir to Britain’s top jewelry company LUXE, suffers sudden amnesia at the peak of her life and is saved from drowning by Ryan. She falls for him instantly, but even after three years of marriage, she cannot replace the place in his heart held by his forever love, Sophie. After a near-fatal kidnapping and Ryan attending a charity gala with Sophie’s sister Ivy, Serena hits rock bottom and tells Ryan. “Let’s get a divorce.” He replies, “You won’t survive without me.” Breaking free from heartbreak, Serena’s career soars as she becomes an internationally renowned designer. Regaining her memories, she returns to LUXE and gives birth to twins. Surrounded by eager admirers, Ryan panics and pleads, “Serena, I was wrong—let me see our children.” But can Ryan truly win back Serena’s heart? Or has too much been lost? The answers unfold in this gripping tale.

Lily Morgan is a 24-year-old woman crushed by her father's suicide and the three million dollar debt he left behind. She lives in a tiny apartment with her disabled younger sister Sophie, working multiple low-wage jobs while loan shark Vincent Shaw threatens them daily. Lily has always been invisible, plain, and suffers from crippling low self-esteem after years of being overlooked and dismissed. She believes she deserves nothing good in life. Alexander Hunt is a 32-year-old hotel magnate, cold and emotionally unavailable after being raised by a stern father who taught him that feelings are weakness. He built his empire through ruthless business decisions and has never let anyone close except his ex-girlfriend Cassandra Vale, who he keeps in his life as his VP and secret lover. His dying grandmother Margaret is his only soft spot, and her final wish is to see him married before she passes.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

L’amour n’est jamais une ligne droite. Il est capricieux, imprévisible, parfois cruel, souvent brûlant. Il naît dans les endroits les plus inattendus, entre des âmes qui n’étaient pas censées se rencontrer, ou qui, au contraire, semblaient destinées l’une à l’autre. Mais que vaut le destin face au désir ? Sophie n’avait jamais cherché à tomber amoureuse. Séductrice par nature, elle savait jouer avec les cœurs sans jamais se laisser piéger. Mais Damien… Damien était différent. Il l’attirait autant qu’il la déroutait. Entre eux, c’était un jeu d’attirance et de provocation, un ballet enivrant où aucun des deux ne voulait céder le premier. Pourtant, quelque chose de plus profond se dessinait sous leurs joutes taquines, quelque chose d’inavouable… quelque chose qui effrayait Sophie autant que Damien lui-même. Elena, elle, pensait avoir trouvé l’amour aux côtés de Lucas. Doux, attentionné, toujours là pour elle. Mais alors pourquoi son cœur battait-il différemment lorsqu’elle croisait Damien ? Pourquoi cette envie dévorante de lui appartenir, même si elle savait qu’il ne lui était pas destiné ? Et Lucas… Lucas, fidèle et patient, se trouvait soudain face à une réalité qu’il n’avait jamais envisagée : l’amour ne suffisait pas toujours. Son cœur blessé allait-il s’accrocher à une femme qui ne pouvait l’aimer pleinement, ou s’ouvrir à l’inconnu, à une autre possibilité, un autre avenir ? Dans cette histoire, les cœurs s’égarent, les corps s’attirent, les âmes se tourmentent. Entre passion et raison, entre interdits et tentations, chacun devra faire un choix. Car au bout du chemin, une seule vérité demeure : l’amour est une flamme indomptable… et personne n’en ressort indemne.

Nathan is an engaged worldwide boxer, he is arrogant and aggressive but with a twisted secret causing his manager Sophie a lot of chaos every day, and one day she finds out about his secret but she definitely shouldn't have. Is the secret as dark as it sounds or is like it a blessing in disguise? "Goodnight Mr. Kim. You're gonna be fine, just give it a couple of days," I smiled as he kicked the slippers off and quickly hid under the covers. "Hm? How'd you know? You don't know about me," he teased, still a bit of slur in his voice as I shifted him a little to the side to sit beside him. I chuckled softly and shrugged. "Trust me, Mr. Kim, I might not know about you but I know about heartbreak. Someone will come along you know, to mend these pieces of your heart," he chuckled sadly and shook his head. "It's not my heart that I'm worried about Sophie." Typical but atypical.

Selena Collins leads an unremarkable life or so she believes. As an overworked and underpaid secretary at Vermillion Cyberspace, she’s long accepted the monotony of her days and the brooding presence of her enigmatic boss, Theo van Gogh. But everything changes the moment she collapses from exhaustion and hits her head on his desk. Upon waking up in the hospital, she begins seeing things that shouldn’t exist... ghosts, demons, angels, and creatures that seem far too aware of her presence. Then comes the impossible. Theo visits her with a revelation that completely made her brain reboot. Theo isn’t just her boss now. He’s her familiar. And Selena—confused, concussed, and utterly unprepared—is the next chosen successor of a forgotten land god. Theo bows 90 degrees, coldly defiant. "I do not acknowledge you as my master. So if you die in the process of completing your missions, it would bring me joy." Now thrust into a world where mythology bleeds into modernity and ancient contracts awaken from dormancy, Selena must uncover why she was chosen and survive long enough to earn her own name in a realm that remembers everything.