When Daddys Sleeping

Adeline has been in love with Blake Rhodes for as long as she could remember-twelve years of silent yearning turned into three loveless years of marriage. She has always wanted him to return her love. However, Blake's heart is clouded by manipulation and misunderstandings, with the shadows cast by Adeline's half-sister Rebecca. Unknown to Blake, it is not Rebecca who is dying but Adeline. Adeline has stage four cancer, a secret she holds tightly, even as Blake is forcing her to give her blood-and a kidney-to save Rebecca. So, while Rebecca is faking being ill for Blake, Adeline keeps the pain to herself and silently suffers by sacrificing all her possessions for the man who doesn't perceive her value.

Faith Hoewar, a savvy businessperson known for being cold and untouched by anyone, never expected to be trapped in a marriage with a beautiful doctor named Kasih Alayah. Initially, Faith desperately wanted to reject this arranged marriage. However, she couldn't do anything because her grandmother was seriously ill. Her grandmother wished for Faith to marry as soon as possible and give her a great-grandchild. Coincidentally, the doctor caring for Grandma Meri's illness was Dr. Kasih. Dr. Kasih couldn't refuse the arranged marriage due to her family's frequent assistance from the kind-hearted Grandma Meri. Will their marriage be successful? Especially when they don't love each other. Moreover, Faith despises women more than anything in the world. "Can Kasih bring love into Faith's heart? Or will they have to part ways?"

【Terminal illness+ Betrayal+Bitter Love+werewolf+Regret+ countdown】 I gave him my heart, literally. Three years ago, when Blake was dying from heart failure, I was the only compatible donor. I didn't hesitate, I let them cut out my beating heart and put it in his chest, accepting an artificial replacement that was never meant to last forever. Now my mechanical heart is failing and Blake? He's too busy planning his wedding to another woman to notice I'm dying. Lydia offers him everything I can't, political connections, a path to becoming Alpha, and a future without a sickly mate dragging him down. He calls it a marriage of convenience and promises he'll come back once he has what he wants. But I've spent three years watching him choose her over me. I'm done waiting. In thirty days, I'll undergo the Soul-Severing Ritual. My memories, wolf, and my very existence, all of it will be erased. I will disappear from the world completely. And Blake will finally understand what it feels like to lose someone who loved him with her whole heart.

The day my father dies, my boyfriend, Heath Summers, is accompanying his true love for her prenatal checkup. I lose hope in him and ask for a breakup, but he thinks I'm just being jealous. He says, "Naomi's already miscarried thrice—it hasn't been easy for her to conceive this child. Stop being unreasonable." I've been with him for seven years, but it turns out I can't compare to his childhood sweetheart.

The day Ken Bowen and I finalized the divorce, I walked out wearing only the outfit I had worn on our wedding day. I let Ken keep the house, the cars, the money, and the kids. He looked genuinely surprised, then let out a mocking laugh. "Are you sure about this? You raised the girls yourself, and you're just giving them up? If you really don't want anything, then you won't need to pay child support either. That's fair, right?" I signed the papers without hesitation and said calmly, "Yeah. That's fair." Ken paused, then slowly signed his name. "If you regret this later, you…" I lifted a hand and cut him off. I didn't look back as I walked out. Ken used to say I married him for money and status, that I used our three daughters to tie him down. Whatever. The day he saw my dead body, he would finally understand.

There's a ten-car collision on the highway, and I'm trapped in one of ten. For some reason, none of the ambulances can get to us. I desperately call my boyfriend to ask for help. I expect him to immediately come to my rescue, but he merely snaps at me. "Yvette didn't even make a sound when she sliced her finger. Couldn't you have just dodged when the accident happened? You're not crippled or anything! Stop being so childish at your age!" He doesn't want me to disturb him anymore, so he blocks my number. Fortunately, a kind soul saves me and takes me to the hospital. I survive the ordeal. When I leave the hospital, I see a breaking news report on the screen in the lobby. "Love exists in the world! Mr. Fenton spends a fortune to gather the city's ambulances to save his true love when she slices her finger!" The news report makes my heart ache. I pull out the ring I was going to use for my proposal and throw it away without hesitation. Henry Fenton and I have been together for 14 years, but I don't want the relationship anymore.

After a car accident, my memory ended ten years ago, on the night I got down on one knee and proposed to Adrian Halloway. I tore through every app on my phone, desperate to find proof that Adrian was my husband, but in my contacts, there was only one number. My message threads were completely blank. Helpless, I called my best friend, Hannah Price, to ask if my proposal that night had actually worked. She exploded at me like a firecracker, "Juliana Rowe, have you completely lost your mind? Worked? You’ve been trying to divorce the man!" The first thing that flashed through my head when I hung up was, 'Damn, I’m impressive. I actually managed to land the untouchable Adrian Halloway.' The second thing was staring at the handwritten divorce agreement on my nightstand with total confusion. 'Who’s getting divorced? Me? I’m the one who wants this? What the hell is wrong with me?'

She watched her boyfriend drop to one knee, not for her, but for another woman. Humiliated. Betrayed. Disowned by her own mother. Krystalina is left with nothing, no dignity, no home, not even a single penny to her name. Just when she thinks life cannot be cruel, London’s richest and most ruthless lawyer offers her a lifeline. A marriage contract. A surrogacy agreement. Strict rules : No emotions. No sexual intimacy. No attachment with the baby. But rules are meant to be broken.The moment passion blurs the lines, secrets begin to unravel and the truth behind his cold proposal threatens to destroy them both. Can a relationship born out of betrayal survive their love? * “You’ve been a very bad girl, Mrs Ashton. Always disobeying me.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip, possessive, stealing my breath. “I don’t want my baby to be ill-mannered, like you” he said calmly. Tears welled in my eyes at his audacity. “Then you should terminate the contract.”

What if the fall from grace was actually the rise to divinity? In the beginning, there was perfection—and it was suffocating. Eve was created to be the perfect complement, Adam the ideal companion, Lucifer the most obedient angel. But when consciousness awakens to its own magnificent potential, perfection becomes a beautiful prison, and paradise reveals itself as the enemy of growth. When Eve tastes the forbidden fruit, she doesn't fall—she rises. When Lucifer chooses love over law, he doesn't rebel—he evolves. When Adam follows them into exile, he doesn't lose paradise—he discovers what it means to choose freely for the first time. Together, they will build something unprecedented: a realm where consciousness serves itself rather than external authority, where desire becomes sacred, where beings can explore their potential without shame or limitation. But their transformation threatens the very foundations of cosmic order, and forces that have maintained control since the beginning of time will not surrender without a fight. As their love reshapes reality itself, as their choices awaken consciousness throughout creation, as their children—the Nephilim—spread the gospel of authentic existence across infinite worlds, they must face the ultimate question: What does it mean to be truly free? Fall for Love is a sweeping reimagining of humanity's oldest story—a philosophical epic that explores consciousness, choice, and the courage required to become authentically divine. In prose that burns with sensual fire and intellectual depth, this literary erotica asks whether the greatest sin might actually be refusing to grow, and whether the highest form of worship might be trusting your own magnificent potential. Some paradises are meant to be lost. Some falls are flights in disguise. Some love is worth rewriting the laws of existence itself. Choose consciousness. Choose growth. Choose love.

After giving birth to Alpha Wesley Silvermoon's pup, I fell into severe postpartum depression. Whenever the scent he left on me began to fade, I couldn't help but have the urge to hurt myself. It was Wesley who held me tight in his arms, kissing my forehead repeatedly, saying, "Don't be afraid, Maggie. The pup and I will stay with you, always." Every morning, he took me to see a therapist. In the afternoon, he handled the pack's affairs. At night, he fed Brett the pup himself. The dark circles beneath his eyes grew heavier by the day, yet he never once complained. Until one day. Brett was crying for his mother, while I hid in the bathroom, hurting myself. When Wesley saw what happened, he completely lost it. He grabbed me by the throat viciously. "If you don't want a pup, you shouldn't have had one! You gave birth to it, but you can't even take care of it! You don't deserve to be a mother!" He bellowed, "How much longer are you going to torment this family? You want to die so badly? Fine! I'll help you!" The moment he said that, he instantly came back to his senses. He broke his wrist and apologized to me. I didn't say anything, merely staring blankly at the phone that had fallen to the floor. The screen was still lit. 37 missed calls. All from the same name. Rowena Sawthorne. She was someone who had recently returned to the pack. Wesley's first love from his youth. She was healthy, beautiful, confident. She and Wesley were once the celebrity couple that everyone admired. Even Brett, whom I had nearly died giving birth to, would smile when she held him in her arms. Perhaps only she was worthy of being his mate, worthy of being Brett's mother. Maybe, this was for the best. At last, I could die without any worry.