Superman Ain't Got Nothing On Me

Five years in a coma. That’s how long Ava Jameson’s world was on pause. She woke expecting love and care from her husband, only to find her husband, Ethan, married to her sister Clara and raising a boy. It breaks her heart. She's sent to Blackwell Manor to recover at the mansion of her husband's stepfather, Damian Blackwell, a billionaire CEO with a reputation for ruthlessness. Damian has no interest in messy family drama, until he sees Ava. She awakens something he thought had died with his wife. This is dangerous and their attraction is forbidden. But when Ava is pressured to give up her settlement and is pressured by Ethan to live quietly, Damian offers her a shocking deal, a fake marriage in return for revenge. But now Ethan wants her back, and she finds herself caught between her past and her present, especially her father-in-law makes her feel things, her Ethan never did.

After an abrupt stampede, Freya was hastily taken to the hospital, yet her mate Kingsley found solace in another woman. For three long years, Freya harbored the hope that her love would thaw Kingsley's icy heart, but alas, her yearning proved to be nothing more than a jest. She observed Kingsley showering the other woman with affection, and now, weary of unrequited devotion, she resolved to depart, vowing to reject him. However, the aloof Kingsley underwent an astonishing transformation, assuming a new persona as he fervently pursued Freya.

She woke up in a billionaire's arms in a penthouse with a view of the Seine. She was wearing a ring she didn't remember saying yes i do to When Lana Cruz wakes up after a terrible accident, the only person there is Adrian Black, the powerful CEO who says she is his wife. His touch is familiar, and his voice is strong but all of my memories of him are gone. They look like the perfect couple to everyone but this is the revenge Adrian has been waiting years for. Lana broke his heart once, and now he plans to make her fall in love with him again, only to break her heart when she is most vulnerable. But Paris is a city full of life and danger. Rooftop parties under the sparkling Eiffel Tower, moonlit walks along the Seine, and sparkling galleries set the stage for love, lies, and secrets that could ruin both of them. As they fall in love, the line between revenge and desire gets blurry. Lana and Adrian must choose between letting the past take over their lives or giving in to a love that is strong enough to heal even the worst wounds. A storm of passion, betrayal, and redemption in the middle of modern Paris.

"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins." Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses. --- Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest. Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile. He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name. He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one. When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding. Love was never supposed to find him again. It sent the wrong sister anyway.

Instead of my family’s private jet to the warrior camp, I chose a packed train—all for my mate, Alpha Kael. He claimed he wanted a romantic journey and a taste of a normal life. Just for one day. But when the train stopped, I severed our mate bond. He gasped, clutching his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Elena… you’re doing this just because I gave Seraphina our private cabin?” “Yes.” He gave a bitter laugh, looking at me like I was a spoiled princess. “Baby, don’t be ridiculous. You know it's dangerous for an Omega to be alone. Especially when she's surrounded by so many predatory males.” “Name your price. My kills at camp? I’ll tell everyone I’m yours. Or… should I just mark you again?” Before I could answer, the Omega he was “protecting” whimpered his name. "I feel their eyes on me," Seraphina whimpered. "I'm scared." Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her, a human shield. He stalked possessively off the train with her in his arms. He never even gave me a second glance. Kael had no idea who he was protecting. The Omega he pitied was no victim. Seraphina belonged to a trafficking ring that preyed on lone she-wolves. It wasn’t until he found me kidnapped and broken that he collapsed, begging for a forgiveness that was long gone. But I had already sent a mind-link to the only man who could destroy him. My father. The Lycan Chairman. The one man with the power to make or break any Alpha. “Cut off Kael's resources. All of them. Now.”

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

Liza Johnson, a high schooler and college applicant makes a mistake that she would forever regret though she can't help going back to her pleasurable mistake over and over again even though she's been blackmailed into doing it

When Emma was ten years old, she found the lifeless body of her sister, Grace. She was murdered by a robber. Even after five years in a mental hospital, Emma still seeks revenge. On the other hand, Argo, when he was fifteen years old he discovers that his mother had died overnight. he slept next to her corpse without knowing that his mother is already dead. He learned that his mother was killed by a stranger. He promises to seek justice and find someone responsible for it. What would happen if they meet in the future? Will they realized their connection? Will their dark secrets and twisted minds heal each other or will it leads to disaster? This is a story about broken souls meets by fate.

"I'm a stripper, so what?" "You dare speak to me like that?" Ryan growled. "You ungrateful, good-for-nothing, wretched stripper." "You have no right to judge me. You're only privileged by luck." "Don't get too comfortable. You never know what's coming for you. Watch your back." Did I just stand up to the most ruthless and feared billionaire in town? Unfortunately, he's my husband. And I might be in deeper trouble than I thought. Ryan, a spoiled and ruthless 30-year-old billionaire, can't access his father's empire unless he's married. Desperate, he contracts Iris -a bold 26-year-old stripper-to pose as his wife. Iris, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, agrees. But as her life finally seems to come together, shadows from the past threaten to tear it apart. Ryan's hidden identity and a dark family secret push their lives into turmoil, with his manipulative mother determined to keep the truth buried. Will Iris be the key to unlocking Ryan's empire, or will their fake marriage lead to something far more real-like love? And as tensions rise, will the empire fall into unexpected hands?

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade. He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go." In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk. Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him. After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray. She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other." A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable. Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax. The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family. I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along.