Uncle Fester From The Addams Family

Solara Hale thought she could handle heartbreak. Being the contract lover of Alpha Lucas Blackwood was never meant to end with real feelings—but she fell for him anyway. And when he shattered her heart, accusing her of being a gold digger, she swore never to look back. Until the masquerade ball. Until the stranger who claimed her like no one ever had. Until she discovered that stranger was Damon Blackwood—Lucas’s dangerous, powerful uncle. Now Solara is caught between two Alphas: one who destroyed her and one who consumes her. Lucas wants her back, obsessed enough to betray his own pack. Damon wants to own her, body and soul, though the ghosts of his past still haunt him. And Nyra Brooks, Lucas’s fated mate, will stop at nothing to ruin her. Torn between loyalty, desire, and survival, Solara must choose: the Alpha who broke her heart, or the one powerful enough to shatter her world. But in Mooncrest, love is war… and only the strongest survive.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

"Let me go!" She struggles, but it's useless. "Not happening, Princess. Someone wants to say hello.” "Did you really think you could run from me, sweetheart? Did you honestly believe you could embarrass me in front of everyone and just disappear?” He reaches out and traces his finger along her jaw. She tries to pull away, but the man holding her hair tightens his grip. "You look terrible, baby. All dirty and scratched up. That's what happens when spoiled princesses try to survive in the real world." "Go to hell!" "I'll get there eventually. But first, I have some good news for you…” ~~~~~~~~~~ Watch out for an intriguing blast of “Cloaked Scent From The Alpha”... A story full of real tensions and pleasures.. waiting to be unveiled on each page, from the world of fiction, into the world of reality of Princess Aria Stone!

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

Because of an unfortunate misunderstanding in the past... For a quick promise in the most desperate of times... All this randomness created a tragedy in the contract marriage between Nolan Patrick and Almira. Nolan Patrick married Almira only to get revenge because he believed that Almira was the culprit who caused the death of his fiancée. He devised all sorts of schemes, thinking of ways to make Almira suffer with the sole goal of making her suffer the pain she once caused. Even Almira's days of resignation could not tame his cruel nature. Finally, through many events, Almira cooked up the intention to take revenge on this cruel billionaire. She promised herself, bringing back all the pain he caused her. Will their love story come to an end?

Aurora caught her boyfriend having an affair with his guy best friend. She went to a bar to get herself drunk. Aurora woke up naked under the sheets with a guy next to her. What's more surprising was she knew the guy, and it was her ex's uncle!

They saw each other in a dream which connected them... Clench lived in another world, a handsome and rich man who will soon meet Ylisha who came from a different world. But then only him could see and hear her. Can two different people from different worlds be together? "I love him but I think fate was against us." I opened my eyes and everything becomes empty, no feelings, no emotions, everything was all dark and blue, I miss him...(Ylisha) "I miss her...I'm drowning," (Clench

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around? You're so shameless!" However, everything changed when the priest announced the exchange of rings. At that moment, as Sean's uncle knelt and placed the ring on my finger, I saw a flash of fear in Sean's eyes.

Sometimes, God makes you find out about your husband’s dirty secrets, just so you can divorce him and move on with a better person. Perhaps, his uncle. Robert and I have been married for over two years and he’s never touched me due to being diagnosed with erectile dysfunction, a truth I never discovered until our honeymoon and I learnt to live with that, blinded by love for the man who made my heart flutter. Well, that changes when I walk in on him slamming deep into his secretary who’s on all fours in our room. Feeling betrayed, I divorced him and lost everything I worked hard for, to his deceitful hand. Then I met him. Anderson Waters, the man who’d help me get revenge on his rebellious nephew in exchange for one thing: “Of course, Robert’s a fuckwad. Everyone wants to repay him in his own coin.” Anderson chuckled lightly. “I can you do that for you if you sign this paper. Three years as my wife with respected boundaries, give it a thought till sundown. I’ll be back for an answer.”

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”