The Dater's Handbook

"You shouldn't be touching me." he growled, his voice low and ragged, every muscle beneath her nimble fingers felt the tremors of restrained power. The heat of his skin radiated through her gloves. "If I stop, you'll bleed out." His hand shot up, curling gently-but firmly around her wrist. His eyes, a shade of hellish red in the dim lights, locked onto hers. "No, doctor," he whispered, his lips forming a stern pressed line. "If you stop, it won't be the blood that kills me. It'll be the hunger." Dr. Eleanor Airlea never believed in myths-until the night a wounded stranger staggered into her veterinary clinic under a blood-red moon. The wolfs injuries should have killed him, but his body healed with a feral strength she couldn't explain. His piercing eyes, wild and magnetic, left her both terrified and captivated. Raphael is no ordinary man-he's a werewolf, royalty no less with a bloodline that binds him to the violent laws of his pack and the forbidden desire that burns whenever Eleanor is near. In a world where hunters stalk the night and betrayal lurks under every silver light, their passion becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. She's the healer who should fear him. He's the predator who has set his eyes upon her. And when blood and desire mix under the next full moon, neither of them will be able to resist the pull of destiny. "I don't care what you are," she said, her pulse racing as she held his gaze. "You were bleeding. You needed me." His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Careful, doctor. Saving a wolf can make you his."

Alessia Volkov, the ice-princess heiress to a powerful Russian syndicate, believes her life is mapped out: a strategic marriage to secure an alliance. But on the night of her engagement gala, her world is shattered. Dante Moretti, the most feared and ruthless Mafia Don in the city, storms the event. His reason? A blood debt owed by her fiancé's family. And he’s taking Alessia as collateral. Dragged from a life of opulent privilege, Alessia is thrown into a gilded cage: Dante’s impenetrable penthouse high above the city. Her defiance is immediate and fierce. She fights him with every weapon she has, venomous words, calculated escapes, and sheer, unbreakable will. But Dante is a master of breaking things. He doesn't use fists; he uses desire. His relentless, calculated seduction is a war of attrition against her body and mind. A rough hand pinning her wrists against the cold glass wall. A bruising kiss that tastes like victory and sin. A whispered threat that sends a shiver of unwanted arousal straight to her core. As the lines between captor and captive blur, a dangerous, twisted passion ignites. Their encounters are explosive battles of dominance and surrender, each feverish fuck chipping away at her resistance until her hatred transforms into a dark, addictive need. She begins to crave his touch, his possession, his punishing cock. But outside their penthouse fortress, enemies are closing in. The very war that brought them together threatens to tear them apart. Alessia must decide: is she the prize in this bloody conflict, or is she the queen destined to rule beside the king who stole her? This is a story of obsession, betrayal, and a love so violent it can only be born in the dark.

Obsessed with werewolf novels? So was Natalie Stewart, a typical 25 year old freelancing artist who spent majority of her spare time reading trashy werewolf books online. Over the years, she’d come across countless styles and variations of the classic tropes, enjoying every twist, heartbreak and steamy matebond moment the female leads would go through. But as Natalie unfortunately meets an untimely death, dying in her very own kitchen during a home invasion, the last thing she expected was to wake up inside the body of someone completely new. Someone beautiful and completely unrecognisable. However, not everything is as perfect as the flawless stranger staring back at her in the mirror. Because as Natalie comes to terms with her new body, it doesn’t take long for her to come across someone else. A girl with clear signs of mistreatment and neglect, her skin flushed with bruises that peeked out from under her ragged clothes. Looking at her, Natalie quickly realises she is no longer in the world she once knew. A place of modern luxuries and ordinary people. In fact, it’s far worse than she could have possibly imagined. Because she’s now trapped inside the last werewolf novel that she read. But she’s not Aurora, the goddess-chosen white wolf girl of prophecy with magical powers. The one who would escape her painful enslavement, find her Alpha King second-chance mate, and overcome obstacles to prove their love for each other. No... she had woken up in the body of Scarlett. The villainess who would get in her way.... and one who wouldn’t live to see the end of the book.

When Skylar North's twin brother, Valerian North, the only alpha wolf in the North family, is suddenly found dead with a suicide note attached to his body after just two months in the prestigious Alpha high school, Rosendale, his only remaining family, Skylar has questions. Her brother wrote to her every day, and they had so many plans, even on the day he had died. It was impossible that he would kill himself after telling her how much he couldn't wait for the break so he could come home. Taking a leap of faith, she disguises herself as a man and enrols herself into the school, leaving her family name behind. At first, her mission was only to find answers to her questions, but soon, and very dramatically, she gets involved with a clique of four Alphas in training, including the only hybrid shifter, Alpha Eros. Now, she has to navigate her feelings and the gnawing evidence that one of these four princes of Rosendale could be behind her brother's murder.

When Nate Carter is attacked at Blackridge University, he wakes up changed stronger, faster. But control isn’t easy especially after he is seized by the cold, possessive leader of the silver Kieran Drew. Caught between terror of the monster inside him and the risk of not being in a pack, Nate has no choice but to rely on the one person he should presumably fear most: Kieran, the pack’s brutal future Alpha. Kieran should consider Nate as a liability. Instead, he can’t let him go. Protective to the point of obsession, Kieran is drawn to Nate in ways he can’t explain or control. But as Lycans, feral abominations born of twisted power, rise to wage war, Nate becomes both the pack’s greatest risk and its only hope. As secrets unravel and blood is spilled, Nate must learn to wield the power he never wanted while trying to grasp the perilous link building between him and Kieran. Because in a world where wolves are governed by instinct and obsession, love could be the most dangerous power of all.

Freya is eighteen, a hybrid born of witch and wolf. After her mother’s death, her life turns into torment. Her stepmother Lycril treats her like a servant, her stepbrother Enzo takes pleasure in her pain, and her father sees her only as a mistake. But nothing cuts deeper than the truth. Richard, her father, sells her to Alpha Logan of the NorthRidge Pack to pay his secret debts. Thrown into a world of ruthless alphas and hidden dangers, Freya becomes nothing more than a breeder in Logan’s eyes. Yet she refuses to be used. She has never bowed to anyone, and she will not start now. Even as fear surrounds her, an unseen bond ties her to Logan. A bond neither of them understands, and neither can break. With her powers awakening and a war threatening to destroy everything, Freya must make a choice. Will she surrender to a mate who could break her, or carve her own destiny? In a world where love is risky and power comes with a price, Freya must decide—obey fate or rewrite it.

Phillip, the Alpha werewolf, lost his partner years ago as a result of his own misdeeds and reckless actions. He has worked tirelessly since then, attempting to make amends for his mistakes and develop into a better pack leader. However, when he met a young werewolf named Luna, who resembled his former mate, Claire, he had a secret crush on her. He thought of giving his love another chance. At first, Luna was wary of him, although after spending time together, their bond strengthened. As they fought together to defend their pack from the attacks of witches-controlled packs and with the help of the elementals, Luna discovered her shape-shifting abilities and was able to recover her lost memories. Phillip tried to demonstrate his worth to win her affection, but his past mistakes taunted him more. With the interference of the witches and the elementals in their lives and the coming of Anna, who claimed to be Phillip's chosen mate, will Phillip succeed in capturing Luna's heart? Will Luna be able to trust Phillip despite her fear of his past mistakes and what happened to his previous mate?

"You need to remember this Maliyah. I will only get married once."- Aciel Lu. ***** Marriage is a sacred thing for Mapple. She keeps on telling that she only marries a person whom she truly loves but one day, she found herself in Lu Corporation, holding a pen while signing a marriage contract and the next thing she knew, she's married.

Amelia's own relationship went under , but she has always had eyes for her boss James challenged by him to embark on an illicit affair with him , which means having to be at his beck and call beyond office hours promising to show her how pleasurable and fun life can be without love Will the fire they started be able to quench or burn them both

I knew my husband, Josh Perkins, had faked his death and taken on his younger twin brother's identity—but I never said a word. Instead, I went straight to the commander of the military district and filed an official report of my husband's death, requesting his name be permanently removed from the service rolls. In my last life, my brother-in-law died in an accident. Josh gave up his rank as regimental commander, abandoned his own name, and stepped into his brother's shoes—all to spare his fragile sister-in-law from becoming a widow. Back then, I recognized him immediately. I confronted him and demanded to know why he was pretending to be a dead man. But Josh just looked through me, cold as a winter morning. "Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother." He shielded that delicate sister-in-law of his behind him, then shoved me into the icy river and warned me not to harbor delusions. Later, our five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn't want her anymore. For that, she was dragged to the cowshed for "reflection"—left there, starving, for three days and nights. My mother-in-law called me a curse, a jinx who'd killed her son, and threw my daughter and me out with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Josh made sure everyone knew I'd "gone mad"—that I was lusting after my brother-in-law before my husband was even cold in the ground. The whole town turned their backs on us. That last winter, I wandered the streets with my girl, dazed and numb, until the cold finally took us both. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the very day Josh buried his old life and stole his brother's.