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Damian abandons wealth, status, and the Caldara name for his manipulative lover, Caleb. But Caleb, aided by his ruthless partner Luca, seduces and deceives him, orchestrating a staged kidnapping and a calculated betrayal that strips Damian of his fortune and pride. Left with nothing, Damian returns to a decaying Caldara empire and begins his ascent. With the quiet backing of family ally Gabriel, he digs into the mystery of his father’s disappearance, determined to save him and reclaim the family legacy from ruin. When Jerald, a calculating crime heir, takes notice of Damian’s resurgence, he turns Caleb into a pawn against him. Now, with the aid of Mark and a new, passionate love in Jamal, Damian must outwit Jerald, confront his past, and fight to restore the Caldara name while he navigates his messy love life.

A story of hate to love. Amira and Amir had no choice but to put their hate aside and enjoy their explosive attraction Amira meaning It means "princess" or "high born girl," (derived from Arabic) and a Hebrew female given name, meaning 'treetop' or 'saying'.

The streets were his home, a cardboard box was the only roof he had over his head, an old jacket he found in the trash was his only blanket and for his meals. He stole and made sure that he was the first to get to one of the restaurants' trash every night to make sure that he had something to eat. His life changed when he stole from a mafia boss, whom everyone was scared of, he was known for being ruthless and killed without mercy especially those who betrayed and stole from him. He was a Russian man with a thick accent and a very powerful aura, that made many shivers at his presence without him having said a word. But when he met him, he gave him a job instead of killing him like everyone thought he would, his job was to be his right-hand man. He was the one who did all the killings and dealing with his rivals. He gave him the name White tiger, one that was born once in every generation, he gave him this name because he said that he had the courage, was smart and cunning. The man was very handsome, tall with broad shoulders and he looked very big for his age. His eyes though were distant, cold, and deadly. One could not look at them longer than a second. His name was Antonio Rodrigues, The White Tiger.

In the Guardians Land, Lynexia grew up by being someone no one else in the pack wanted, except her aunt. A prophecy said that she could bring disaster to Moonstone Pack. Her aunt was the only reason Lynexia was still accepted to live in the pack. One day his aunt fell ill and passed away. In grief and at the urging of everyone, the Alpha finally told Lyn to leave. However, people still got impatient and ganged up on her while she was still trying to pack her clothes. She still doesn't have a wolf and her strength was still limited, so she had to flee into the depths of the dark forest injured. Lying weak almost fainting, someone came to her. Lyn thought she will die soon, but the Moon Goddess had other good plans. That Lycan man is her true mate. His name is Derric. He gladly bring Lyn to his pack, Scarlett Pack, and the people there accepted her so well. They treated her nicely and made Lyn's heart touched.… until she told them her last name. Ordovic. The name that once slaughtered half of the people in Scarlet Pack and killed Derric's grandparents. The name Derric wanted to kill for revenge. Derric threw Lyn into the dungeon and tortured her mercilessly. What must Lyn do to earn Derric's trust back? That she is not guilty and should not get all this harsh treatment…. Should she run away again?

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

“Give me one reason, Liv.” He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. “One good reason why I shouldn’t bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.” My breath caught. “This is wrong, Damon. So wrong.” I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. “You’re my brother-in-law…” “Not yet, love,” he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. “You’re still engaged to him, but the man you’ll be getting married to…” Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. “…is me.” I should’ve walked away. I should’ve resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his. * Olivia have the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted—sweet, charming, dependable. Safe. She thought she have it all figured out... Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon—her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago. The man she’s about to call brother-in-law. Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn’t asking this time. Damon wants her back. And he’ll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother—to make her his again. NOTE TO READERS: This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions. If you’re looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it. But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains… Welcome to Olivia and Damon’s world.

“Doctor Millan, the patient's father has been kneeling in your office for the past six hours don't you think you should go see him?” “Are you telling me to go see the people that once ruined my life and paid me to abort my child Millan's life was once ruined by her ex-fiance whom she was crazily in love with, and just when they were about to get married, he left her. Millan who was still lamenting on her ruined relationship woke up on the hospital bed with Eight weeks pregnant for her ex fiancée. Refusing to accept reality she visited his home, only to meet him celebrating his newly married life with his new wife and the worst is her ex-fiance's father offered her a ten million dollar cheque to abort the baby. Feeling insulted, she left hoping never to cross path with him again, but fate took turns when eight years later she's now a famous surgeon, one day her ex-fiance was brought to the hospital where she works, and his father knelt down in front of her “My son is dying please save him, he need a kidney transplant and only your child can be a match and only you can operate on him as the most experience surgeon” “So you want me to give my son's kidney to your son after you called my child a disturbance and told me to abort it? get ready to bury your son, I promise to send flowers to his funeral” Unknown to them, she's not only the world renowned Surgeon but she's also the prominent anonymous popular Judge who has humbled top corrupt government officials What happens when they employ her to fight for the custody of their son without knowing she's the anonymous judge?

Azrael, the Angel of Death, ventures on an adventure on Earth to find the Prince of Hell aka Bernael, whose name is written in her Fate. As she battles with herself internally, she gets torn between killing or saving Bernael as she unravels the true meaning of her fate.

When Luna's boyfriend accuses her of murdering his parents, she has to go on the run if she wants to survive it. what better place than Alexander's community? Alexander, the ruthless and merciless mafia boss, whose rumours creates shudder and brews fear in the mind of any listener. He was the man with no last name, the man with a cold persona and a hardened heart. With a mutual enemy; Jess and his father, Alexander and Luna's bond only grows tighter while battling them. ********* He's cold, silent and mysterious. She's warm and a lover of adventure, coupled with excitement. He has a heart of stone. She's determined to soften that heart. He's the man with no last name; Alexander, just Alexander. She's the daughter of his enemy, Luna Valentino. What happens when this mafia boss begins to melt for the daughter of his supposed enemy?