Wizardess Heart Hiro

In a kingdom ruled by magic and shadowed by secrets, Princess Elara was born to uphold a prophecy—one that demands her heart, her blood, and ultimately, her sacrifice. Magic belongs to the elite, and power is passed through bloodlines, but nothing prepared her for the storm of desire and danger that would unravel everything she believed. Vesper Moretti, the ruthless heir to a deadly mafia empire, was the first man to shake her world. Cold, calculating, and intoxicatingly powerful, he vanished without a trace—leaving behind a shattered heart and unanswered questions. Now, he’s back… alive, dangerous, and claiming what was once his. Torn between Vesper’s dark pull, Kael’s fierce loyalty, and Dain’s quiet rebellion, Elara is caught in a web of betrayal, prophecy, and passion. As the prophecy unfolds, one truth becomes chillingly clear: only one man can survive the end—and her choice will ignite war or salvation. With ancient powers awakening and the line between love and ruin blurring, Elara must uncover the truth buried in blood and magic… before her kingdom, and her heart, are lost forever.

Genevive wants full control of her life. With the help of her friend Ariel, she runs away from meeting his future husband only to find herself entangled in the complicated life of a popular pop-rock band while slowly and deeply falling in love with Seven. Will she continue fighting for her love even if it meant fighting against all that Seven has ever dreamed off?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

Vanadine, half Dark Elf hybrid was exiled from Elaris after the killing of one of the high Council members. After forty years alone on Earth he saves a woman, Carine, from a pair of would be rapists. Despite his need for secrecy and repeated warnings he is dangerous, Vanadine is unable to get her out of his mind. In an attempt to wean himself off her, he follows and tracks Carine, looking out for her while keeping his distance. Without his knowledge, Carine is thinking about Vanadine as well, wondering if she will ever see him again, feel his strong muscles against her body and... Yet with the Dark Elf Council's nefarious plans, Vanadine's ex-friend's scheming and the possibility of Carine finding out he is not what he seems, can there ever be any kind of future for Vanadine and Carine?

“Touch me again, Daniel, and I’ll break your jaw.” Jane Riley never imagined those words would leave her mouth the moment her first love walked back into her life. Years ago, Daniel Logan walked away, choosing ambition over her, and left her heart shattered. Since then, she has built a quiet, meaningful life by running a nonprofit for underprivileged children. But fate has its own plans. In this powerful second-chance story, Daniel is back, no longer the boy she loved, but a billionaire with the power to save or destroy her organization. Their reunion reopens old wounds, but it also reignites the passion neither of them ever forgot. As buried secrets come to light and new challenges threaten everything they hold dear, Jane and Daniel must face the pain of the past. Will forgiveness give them the courage to try again, or will pride and heartbreak keep them apart forever?

I get into an online relationship with a rich scion named Oliver Radcliffe, who's apparently from Canverly and loves showering me with riches. The only bad thing about him is that he's too clingy and is very prone to jealousy. So, I decide to break up with him without giving him any preamble. Poor Oliver breaks down in tears. He claims that I've stolen his heart and that he hates my guts. I already find him insanely annoying, so I refute, "I was just toying around with your heart, you idiot!" Later on, I travel to Canverly on a student exchange program. But that's when I get kidnapped to a grand estate. There, I scream at Oliver angrily, only for him to smile dotingly at me. "I can't understand what you're talking about, but I think you're just acting cute around me. Will you do the same thing when I use too much force on you in bed tonight?" Oh no, I've screwed up this time! I can't believe I've attracted the attention of a lunatic!

Everyone knew I was hopelessly in love with Hendrick Sam, willing to sacrifice my dignity for him. In the two years we were together, he would drop everything and leave me in the hospital whenever his “one true love” called. People mocked me, saying, “Chloe, you must really enjoy being a doormat.” I just smiled and stayed silent. Later, when he was on his deathbed, he asked, “Chloe, did you ever really love me?” I turned my back on him. Because it was never him I loved, it was his heart.

Amidst the glamour of high society, Elain, a well-known artist, finds her world turned upside down when her husband, a werewolf billionaire, hands her a signed divorce agreement. Each brushstroke on her canvas echoes her confusion and heartbreak. As she rebuilds her life, her art takes a transformative turn, capturing the raw emotion of her journey. However, as her ex-husband comes to terms with his own regrets and begins his desperate search to find her, their paths intertwine in the art world she dominates. "Mend My Broken Heart" paints a tale of love, betrayal, and the healing power of art.

This book is fast pace. It is set in the modern era of New York city. The youngest female billionaire CEO, Alina Sterling is about to be removed from her position if she doesn't get married or engaged. She meets a bar attendant, Jesse Kane, who is still picking up the pieces in his life and signs a contract marriage with him. As two different worlds collide, love comes in a whole new different way.

I fell for Don Lorenzo Moretti the second I saw him. Hard. As a mafia princess, I wasn't supposed to chase anyone. But for him, I swallowed my pride and made him my mission. A year later, he finally had me, pinning me to the bed as he moved inside me. His eyes were pure fire, and in that mo ment, they saw only me. For ten years, we were electric. We fucked in five-star hotels all over the world. We just fit. I was his lucky charm at the poker table. I took shots for him until I bled from my stomach. I even took a bullet for him. Then came our engagement party. Lorenzo left me standing there alone. Said something "came up." I went back to our apartment, only to find him kissing my stepsister, Juliana. That’s when I knew. He had always loved her. I was just a stand-in. He tried to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked rush, promising a bigger, better party to make up for it. A laugh, cold and hollow, died in my throat. I turned my back on him, pulled out my phone, and called my mother in Sicily. "I'll marry into the Romano family."