Vampire's Bride Novels & Stories

Martina was a compassionate daughter for her father, who became disabled due to an accident caused by her. Feeling bad, she vowed to do anything her stepmother wanted, which included marrying a stranger. She initially resisted the idea, but her evil stepmother threatened to cut off her father's treatment if she didn't. She had no choice but to marry the man her stepmother had arranged for her. She soon found that the guy she was about to marry was someone wealthy, which motivated her to believe that her future husband might be able to assist her father's recovery by arranging for the best physicians and treatment available. She was willing to give herself up for her father's sake, but what she didn't expect was that the man she is about to wed is one of the richest men in the world, someone who was much older than she was—even much older than her dad! After being married, Zion decided to bring his new wife to his place, an island secluded from civilization, where Martina met a handsome man, a handsome man that made her heart flutter.

Dante Russo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And when the President of the United States has the nerve to double-cross him, Dante doesn't go for blood—he goes for the man's heart. By kidnapping his son. Marco Powell never asked to be part of his father's shadowy world of corruption and backroom deals. But when masked assailants drag him from a glittering Washington soiree and into the ruthless grasp of Dante Russo, Marco's existence is distilled to the final bargaining chip. Kidnapped. Held captive. Compelled to kneel at the feet of Italy's most lethal man. Dante Russo doesn't just want ransom—he wants humiliation. He wants the President to hurt. And to make the whole world feel it, Dante does the unthinkable: he marries Marco in a ceremony as legal as it is lethal. An altar of a wedding shrouded in blood. A kiss meant to destroy. A war between two men who should hate each other but can't keep their hands off each other. Marco is everything Dante isn't used to. sarcastic, idealistic, infuriatingly beautiful and Dante is everything Marco should fear: fire, danger, sin, and temptation in a designer suit. Their arranged marriage sparks a deadly obsession. Every touch is a battle. Every kiss is war on their lips. And every night, Marco has to ask himself the question he fears most Does he hate Dante enough to fight him? Or does he want him badly enough to burn? Because in this game, seduction and revenge ignite and the line between love and hate doesn't just blur. It burns.

"You married me with a bastard in your belly, Lyra. Did you think I wouldn't scent the truth?" Alpha Kaelen Blackthorne is a predator who rules the Ironvale Frost-Fangs with icy ruthlessness, faking a crippling injury to avoid a blood-oath marriage he never wanted. But when Lyra Nightbane—the "stray" from the Duskwild Expanse—steps into his den, his primal instincts ignite. She’s gorgeous, defiant, and carrying a secret that should make him kill her. Instead, it makes him want to claim every inch of her skin. Lyra only needs thirty days to reclaim her family’s legacy, but she didn’t count on the heat between them turning into an inferno. Between the high-stakes world of pro hockey and the moonlit dangers of pack politics, their "fake" union turns into a raw, 18+ battle of dominance and desire. He’s the Alpha who hates her; she’s the mother of a secret heir. When the clothes come off, the hunt truly begins. Tags: #WerewolfRomance #EnemiesToLovers #SecretBaby #AlphaMale #ModernFantasy #ForcedProximity #SpicyRead

Bella’s love for Leo has always overshadowed the affection for his step sister, until the day of her wedding, she realizes how unimportant she is to the Rathore family, when the man she cares for the most, treats her like her she is the bane of his existence. Now Bella shows up years later, and Leo can’t look past one thing, the man by her side.

Five years. That's how long I survived behind those iron bars for a crime I didn't commit. A crime that my own parents pinned on me to protect my sister, Laura. My mate, Alpha Victor Smith, promised to wait for me. He promised to protect our newborn twins. Promised it would all be okay. But, he wasn't there when the prison gates opened. I found him at a Valentine's Day celebration instead, standing beside Laura like she belonged there. My son Jasper doesn't recognize me as his mother. He hates me, he sees only the murderer everyone told him I was. Now my sister wears my life like a stolen coat—my mate, my son, even my legacy. She's taken everything while I rotted in a cell for her crime. But I'm done being their scapegoat. I'm petitioning the council for a divorce. I'm going to expose every lie, clear my name, and reclaim everything they stole from me. They should have killed me instead of just caging me. Now they'll learn what a betrayed Luna can do.

"You'll be dead within a year," her uncle said, signing her life away with a stroke of his pen. "But at least you'll finally be useful." Ivy Rowan had always been invisible. Starved, beaten, and silenced by the family that stole her inheritance. When her uncle's debts catch up to him, she becomes the payment. He sold her to Dorian Vale, the billionaire mafia lord cursed to bury every woman he marries. Twelve brides. Twelve graves. All within a year. Dorian doesn't expect his thirteenth bride to last any longer. She's fragile, flinches at every sound. Her weakness annoys him. She never fights back and barely speaks. But then he notices something strange. She doesn't fear him. And that wakes something in him he thought was long dead. It turns out the curse isn't supernatural. It's murder. Someone is killing the brides. And the killer has already chosen their next victim. Dorian has never saved anyone. Ivy has never been worth saving. Will Dorian's cold heart thaw in time to save her? Or will Ivy become the final victim of his curse?

"I was sold to pay a debt I didn't owe, to a man who isn't even human. My father’s gambling cost him everything, so he gave away the only thing he had left: Me. Now, I am a substitute bride, delivered like a package to the doorstep of the 'Scarred King'—Alpha Silas. He is a monster cloaked in muscle and scars, a ruthless ruler who everyone fears. I expected a life of misery and chains. I expected him to break me. Instead, the moment his eyes meet mine, the air shifts. He doesn't want a servant; he claims I am his fated mate. But Silas is a man of secrets, and his obsession is as terrifying as his power. As I am pulled deeper into his dark world of pack wars and blood oaths, I realize that being his bought bride is only the beginning. Between his possessive touch and the secrets behind his scars, I am faced with a choice: run from the beast who bought me, or embrace the fire and become his Queen. He paid for my body, but he will have to fight for my heart."

“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like, fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink as his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” All Harper Adams wanted was to get through one evening pretending to be her best friend on a blind date. But when her date turned out to be Ethan Reynolds—her infuriatingly handsome CEO—things quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she’s caught in a whirlwind of fake romance to help him dodge his family’s relentless matchmaking schemes. Between awkward office run-ins and public displays of “affection” at high-society galas, Harper is discovering that fake dating might be a lot harder than she thought—especially when her feelings for Ethan start to feel all too real. With secrets piling up and hilariously disastrous moments at every turn, Harper’s left wondering: can she survive this charade, or will her fake love life blow up in her face?

Zara Mensah did not walk into WolfeGroup Holdings looking for love. She walked in looking for a fight. Her contract had been cancelled without warning, her money was on the line, and she had sixteen days to fix everything before her business collapsed around her. She was prepared for corporate stonewalling. She was prepared for lawyers and fine print and men in expensive suits who thought small business owners could be brushed aside without consequence. She was not prepared for Damien Wolfe. Cold. Controlled. Devastatingly attractive in the way that dangerous things always are. He gave her everything she asked for in under ten minutes and then offered her a year-long contract she had no rational reason to refuse. She told herself it was just good business. She told herself the way he looked at her meant nothing. She told herself the strange warmth she felt every time he was near her was just nerves. She was wrong about all of it. Damien has spent six years building walls around himself so high that even his own pack stopped trying to reach him. He lost someone once. He blamed himself. He decided he was done. Then Zara walked through his door and the mate bond he never wanted snapped into place before he could stop it. Now he is caught between what he feels and what he swore he would never feel again. Between a woman who deserves the full truth and a secret that could change everything she thinks she knows. Between the pack demanding he step up and a council meeting that is coming whether he is ready or not. And in the shadows, a man named Victor Graves is watching all of it with a smile that does not reach his eyes, waiting for the perfect time

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.