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When I report at Brookley College, I'm told that Deborah Larson has already completed the enrolment. She's also moved into the villa my father bought for me. She and my fiancé have already become a renowned loving couple on campus. I feel the calluses on my fingers from years of playing the guitar. This is so creepy. If she's Deborah Larson, then who am I? And is this contemptuous man before me really my fiancé?

Born with dark skin, she is despised by her pack who treat her like rubbish. She is useless to the pack but there is that one person that made her see her worth. Though they weren’t soulmates, but they complimented each other. What’s the one thing that would test their love and how strong is their love? Her race, The werewolf family has betrayed her. The one she loves has stabbed her right in the back without thinking how she’d feel about it. Curses made, self oaths are taken and secrets are kept. She longer finds home conducive and so Moon goddess entangled herself with a beast, a ruthless and cold hearted human. She hated him for he always didn’t see anything she did to be right. There is just one thing that will change everything. Scars come back to life and things spittled out from the mouth are wanted back by their past owners. New found feelings get tightened but what’s that special reason why past owners want their toy back?

Summer never imagined her quiet life would be ripped apart by secrets buried in blood. After her mother’s death, she crosses paths with Alexander De Rossi, a ruthless, possessive mafia heir who swears to protect her… even from herself. But when her forgotten past resurfaces, Summer learns the truth, she once pulled the trigger that killed the rival family’s only daughter. Now, the Montalbans are hunting her for revenge… and for her rare, powerful blood. Caught between love, danger, and redemption, Summer must face the world that once destroyed her and the man willing to burn it all just to keep her safe. In the De Rossi world, love isn’t a fairytale. It’s a war.... and she’s the prize.

They didn’t divorce her. They replaced her. Tyla Wilson spent five years in a marriage where she was present, useful… but never chosen. Then his first love returned. And everything she endured was erased in a single night. Her husband chose another woman. Her son called someone else “Mom.” And the family she served like she belonged… stopped pretending she did. The final blow came when Olivia returned—pregnant. That was the moment Tyla stopped asking to be seen. So she left. No arguments. No breakdown. No tears. Just silence. But silence was not the end of her story. It was the beginning of her return. Because Tyla Wilson does not break. She rebuilds. And the woman who once lowered herself to fit into a family that never valued her… rises into someone they can no longer ignore. Now she moves through elite society with quiet authority—the kind that makes conversations pause when she enters a room, the kind that turns dismissal into hesitation. Her name begins to circulate in places that once shut her out. Her success grows in spaces that once overlooked her existence. And even a powerful man in elite society—one who once misjudged her without a second thought—finds himself unable to look away as she rises beyond everything he expected. Meanwhile, the people who erased her begin to feel the weight of her absence. But Tyla is no longer reachable by regret. She is no longer asking to be understood. And she is not returning to what broke her. Because she is not the woman they discarded. She is the consequence they never saw coming. And for them… It is already too late to want her.

Poppy Brooks wanted nothing but the best for Kelly Brooks, her five-year-old baby girl.  She had already forgotten almost everything about Nolan, her divorced husband after being an asshole when she got pregnant to Kelly. However, Poppy's peaceful life was ruined when her ex-husband started asking for a second chance. Another source of Poppy's headache? It was another man, Sebastian Holding, a famous billionaire saying she ruined his wedding.  What. The. Heck? How did she ruin his wedding when they only see each other now?! Men. Will. Always. Be. A. Pain. In. The. Butt.

After the death of her mother, Sienna Vale is taken in by her powerful, secretive stepfather and placed under the “protection” of his three mafia sons. But what begins as guardianship turns into something darker—and far more tempting. As Sienna uncovers secrets about her past, her parentage, and the brutal world she now lives in, she finds herself falling deeper into a web of desire, danger, and forbidden love. The brothers were never meant to want her—but they do. And someone wants her dead. Each act raises the stakes: Act I: Seduction begins. One of the brothers might betray her. Someone wants her gone. Act II: She’s trained to survive—body and mind. Romance deepens. Rival mafias close in. Act III: War explodes. Sienna becomes the queen of their underworld—but must choose between love and legacy.

Trigger/ Content warning This book contains high sexual content for adults (18+) only. Proceed if you need your toes curled up in pleasure. **** “You know, I wanted you to watch me fuck my hoes… but there’s been a change of plan, Jax. I’ll watch.” “Watch what?” “You.” **** Jaxen DeLuca has just come face-to-face with the devil incarnate—a man deadlier than poison, feared like a curse and obeyed like a god. Everyone bends. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone… except Jax. But this is what she learns… Monsters like Charles don’t fall in love. They claim, They ruin, and they destroy anything that dares not kneel.

My husband is a man with powerful emotions. To keep his adopted sister content, he allocates millions annually for her to spend lavishly. He's concerned about her well-being. Each night, he sits by her, ensuring she settles down. Later, when I was shot and bleeding heavily, requiring immediate aid, he remained utterly indifferent.He directed the entire medical team to his distraught adopted sister instead. I used my remaining strength to call my husband. The phone connected. His voice, tinged with irritation, answered: "What is it now? You're fine, perfectly healthy. Why would you need a doctor?" "Listen, Sofia needs me. Our family's medical resources are spread thin. For minor issues, just bear with it." My heart sank, feeling as if it had turned to ice. He truly is a man with powerful emotions. It's just that the one he truly cares about has never been me.

When I arrived at my wedding in my bridal gown, I found an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage. My fiance, Derek Hale, was holding the hand of his "girl bro," Chloe Shaw. With a smile, he handed me a pair of boxing gloves and explained, "Vivian, this is a tradition from my hometown. The bride has to get into the ring and wrestle one of the groomsmen for good luck. I asked Chloe to go up. Just play along for a minute." Looking at Chloe, who was always acting frail and sickly, I did not think much of it and stepped straight into the ring. But the next second, she threw an extremely professional spinning kick and knocked me unconscious with a severe concussion on the spot. When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed. Derek stood there holding Chloe's hand and said to me, "Our relatives and friends gave us so much wedding money. The wedding can't go on without a bride. Chloe is willing to take care of me in your place. You're so kind, Vivian. You won't mind, right?" Under the torture of humiliation and severe depression, I pushed my wheelchair off the rooftop of our wedding home. When I opened my eyes again, I was back one month before the wedding. I turned around and knocked on the door of a national-level kickboxing champion training base. "Coach, if I trained for a month, can I punch someone's head open?"

"Genie" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "This is so wrong, we can't be doing this." His lips find their way back to mine, trailing the bottom lip with his tongue. "So so wrong" He pulled my lower lips in, biting on them. I stifled a moan. "I know," I managed to say. I could feel the warm slickness ache between my legs. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my step brother." My body doesn't agree with what my mouth is saying. I snuggled closer into his chest wanting to feel the heat of his bare body against mine. I want his mouth against mine, ravaging me like he had done before. We have gone too far to back out now. "Take me, Ryder" Those were the words he needed. Only those three words. Suddenly, he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peers up and look straight into my eyes "You're mine" Then his lips came down on mine. I'm yours. I whispered back in the back of my head. ******** Ryder Saint, for years, has bullied me. Reasons? None. It was like he signed a contract from heaven to make my life hell. From the moment he set his eyes on me, he added my name to his list. Don't be fooled by his last name. It's a charade, he's not anything like it. Everything about Ryder Saint smells evil. His heart, dark. His soul, dark. His aura, dark. Except his face. I should have neglected him like I always have, but I couldn't when our parents decided to tie the knots and he became my stepbrother. He and I, under the same roof.