The Inheritance Games Amazon Novels & Stories

Tilly has always known where her strengths lie, and fighting? Well, it’s not one of them. Her family is ashamed of her and as a way to get rid of her they ship her off to Warrior Elite camp after a rogue attack leaves her blind. Tilly knows her fate has her painted as a rogue and it is only a matter of time before she flunks out of training. But she finds something to work hard for when starts falling for the Alpha she can never have, even if he is making her promises for a better future. Onyx doesn’t play games, and he mostly certainly does not take risks. That is until the smartmouthed, blind warrior literally stumbles into his warrior elite camp. Her quick wit and bold honesty awakened a part of him he didn’t think existed. Only one small problem…She is an awful warrior and he can only be with the best. Yet when his gamma lays down a bet, Onyx finds himself taking a gamble he isn’t quite sure how to handle. Especially when it lands him a rejection from his mate…

Crushes can be exciting, but mine turned into heartbreak when Damien, the Alpha's playboy son, brutally rejected me as his mate after a passionate one-night stand. Years later, fate throws us back together in an unexpected twist. Now, he's on the hunt for a bride and heir to secure his legacy—and guess what? I end up as his chief maid, secretly harboring the truth of our hidden baby that he doesn't even know exists. But here's the real kicker: he doesn't remember me, the woman he once heartlessly turned away. And to make matters worse, he wants to claim me as his bride. Now, I'm thrust into the Luna Games, a high-stakes deal where I must spend 31 nights in his bed, under his roof, while he decides on the perfect match. Can I resist the temptation to spill the truth on our past? Will I forgive the jerk who once shattered my heart? As sparks reignite and long-lost emotions surface, secrets must stay hidden, including the baby he knows nothing about.

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

Officer Ana Sofía González has lived her entire life haunted by one night the night her father, a respected police officer, was brutally murdered on the orders of one of Valencia’s ruthless El Jafes. Years later, the city trembles under the mafia’s iron grip, and Ana finally sees her chance for revenge. To expose the syndicate from within, she goes undercover under a new identity Mariana Gustav, the mysterious daughter of the recently arrested mafia lord, Ricardo Gustav. But what Ana doesn’t know is that Mariana’s life comes with dangerous strings attached including a marriage contract with José Fernández, the cold-blooded heir to a criminal empire, known across the underworld as The Prince of Death. Trapped between duty and deception, Ana must play her role perfectly or die trying. Every step she takes draws her deeper into a world of power games, and forbidden desire.And as she falls too deep into her role as Mariana, she is faced with the choice, to remain loyal to her her Mafia husband or bring his father’s billion dollar enterprise crashing to the ground .

Eve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year. Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him. But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground. The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?

Title: His Favorite Plaything (erotic short stories) Genre: Erotic Romance / Dark Romance / LGBTQ+ / Forbidden Love / Billionaire / Paranormal Blurb: No one in these pages is sane. No one is clean. And every one of them is starving for the kind of pleasure you only think about in the dark. This collection devours you, drags you beneath its surface, and leaves you raw, trembling and desperate for more. Inside, you’ll find possessive men who take obsession too far, women who crave what should break them, tangled power games that blur devotion and danger, forbidden affairs that taste like betrayal and heaven, and supernatural lovers who make surrender feel like damnation. These are the cravings you dare not admit. The ones that make you bite your lip when no one is watching. Don’t pretend you’re innocent. If a part of you aches for something darker, prepare to be consumed. Open the book. Surrender completely. Become someone’s favorite plaything… for as long as you can stand it. And remember: no one here will save you. No one will judge you. They’ll only give you exactly what you came for.

Evian almost dies proving she is good. Good enough to bleed for her sister. Good enough to forgive betrayal. Good enough to disappear quietly. She almost died yet she survived... but the girl they depended on doesn’t. After waking in a hospital bed to apologies that sound like accusations, Evian walks out of her own life. She leaves behind a fiancé who calls cruelty "necessity," a family that feeds on her inheritance, and a sister who thrives on drama and blood. What replaces her is colder. One night, one reckless choice, and one anonymous man become her first act of rebellion. What Evian believes is a transaction—a body for money, power for control—turns out to be something far more dangerous. Because the man she reduces to a plaything is not disposable. Because the same day, the one man...meant to be nothing but a 'Play thing' walked through their door. In front of everyone who broke her, he ignores her beautiful sister, silences her father, and delivers a sentence that detonates the room... Marry me

With her father's design company bankrupt and her mother's medical bills crushing her, Elara Quinn had 72 hours before she loses everything. Then Lucien Blackwood walks into her office with an insane offer: marry him for one year, get paid $3 million and save everything. The catch? A contract. Lucien needed a wife to secure his inheritance after his grandfather's will trapped him with a deadline to get married before the age of thirty three. He needs someone who would marry him. Someone desperate enough to follow the contract but proud enough to make it believable. Someone he could never actually fall for. Elara needed money while Lucien needed a wife. It was supposed to be clean and transactional. Until it wasn't. Denying their bond could cost them their happiness. Admitting it could cost them everything else. Can love rewrite a marriage built on rules? What happens when the cursed clause becomes the only truth that matters?

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.