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One night, one impulsive signature, one life turned upside down. Nina Grant never expected to be trust into the world of Victor Hale, billionaire heir and ruthless tycoon. Overnight she becomes his wife, a target of rivals, socialites, and corporate enemies. But as danger closed in, she discovers strength she never knew she had and a man who challenges her in ways she never imagined. In a world of high stakes, cutthroat boardrooms, and public scrutiny, Nina must navigate enemies, family secrets, and unexpected passion. One wrong move could cost her everything or just lead to the love she never saw coming.

Book one of The Fatebound Trilogy. Born under a prophecy. Raised in a nightmare. Chosen by the Moon Goddess to save them all. Zahra has spent her life starved, isolated, and hated — the unwanted daughter of her pack’s Beta. When her father finally snaps, attacking her with silver and wolfsbane, Zahra’s body breaks… but something inside her doesn’t. Her wolf. Pushed to the edge of death, Zahra’s first shift is violent and unconscious — triggered not by age, but by the desperate need to survive. And when the white fur surfaces, everything changes. Born under the rare Pink Moon, Zahra isn’t just a survivor. She’s the girl at the center of a forgotten prophecy — the one destined to bring back the extinct Lycans and unite the supernatural world against an ancient evil rising from the shadows. But Zahra’s no chosen princess. She's bruised, underestimated, and out for freedom, not fame. Now with a powerful wolf at her side, and a future tied to four unknown mates, she must train harder, dig deeper, and outfight anyone who thinks they can control her. Because destiny isn’t given. It’s claimed in blood and battle. Fierce, emotionally charged, and full of slow-burn legacy and bite, Zahra’s story is for anyone who’s ever been overlooked — and dared to rise anyway. Want to read more of Zahra and her journey? Here's the link for Book 2. Marked by Fate:https://www.goodnovel.com/book/Marked-by-fate_31001172761

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...

Selena Formosus is a regular woman with a good heart. She always grins to put a nice atmosphere about herself. She had always wished to work for Silvenia Technology Company, which she did, and to be the wife of the CEO. Everything is fine until Jaxon needs to fly with his ex on a business trip. Selena had a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right, but she ignored it in favor of looking for herself and her family. She almost forgot she was four months pregnant at the moment and needed to be strong for her unborn child.

Lily was the little sister of my fiancé’s best friend. She was a mistress to a mafia Don—a sugar daddy—until his wife found out, and the clip of Lily getting beaten up ended up on the local news. Yet, somehow, everyone thought the woman getting dragged on TV was me. People at work who never liked me jumped at the chance to pile on. One of them even pointed right at my face and called me shameless. I tried to explain, “My fiancé is Sam Johnson, the CEO of Johnson Group. He’s handsome and ranked third on the Forbes list. Why would I become a mistress to a sugar daddy?” However, no one believed me. If anything, they looked at me like I was even more pathetic. One coworker sneered and pointed to the TV. “You’re not just morally bankrupt; you’re a liar. The CEO’s fiancée? That’s not you.” The TV was playing a breaking news segment titled: First Appearance of Johnson Group CEO’s Fiancée. And there Sam was, arm in arm with Lily, officially announcing their relationship.

After the real son, Asher Vale, was brought back, everything in our house became tied to drawing lots. The chef of the day, who would have to cook a particular person's preferred dishes, had to be decided by drawing lots. Even our parents' kisses and hugs were chosen the same way. I always drew the short stick. The long stick, by default, belonged to Asher. He never had to do anything to receive our parents' love. Whenever I felt it was unfair and wanted to cry, Mom would scold me sharply, "I bought the lot-drawing box because I was afraid you'd feel hurt. I wanted to be fair to both of you. If you want something, decide it yourselves. Your father and I won't interfere. If you can't draw the long stick, you can only blame your bad luck." So I began practicing every day, shaking the box diligently, over and over, in hopes that one day, it would help me earn my parents' love. Unfortunately, for ten years, I never once drew the long stick. Until my birthday. Asher wanted to go to the amusement park, and Mom once again told us to decide by drawing lots. I secretly glued the two short sticks together and handed them to Mom, hoping to keep her with me. She slapped me hard across the face, screaming that I was cheating and disobedient. Then she stormed out of the house with Asher. When I fell to the ground, the short stick stabbed deep into my neck. 'I'm sorry, Mom. Next time, I'll work harder. Next time, I'll definitely draw the long stick.'

My name is Rayna Giancarlo and I’m many things. I’m an abused daughter, the school ridicule, the abused fiancée, the vengeful daughter, the bitter niece, the runaway wife. But not for much longer. I won’t always be a victim. Soon I’ll rise up from the flames like a Phoenix and then I’ll burn everyone who had ever wronged me to ashes.

The world's unluckiest girl......ME Not only was I kidnapped by aliens, I was dumped by my boyfriend on the same day. Talk about unfortunate, ' I'm at the front line' Now I plan to give those alien a taste of their own medicine and find my way back to earth. Unfortunately there is a slight distraction in form of a hunk hot-headed alien who is convinced I'm his mate according to a prophecy, and makes me aware (EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!!)that he is not happy with it.Find out what happens when he head butts a very stubborn woman Suitable for 16+ and above....HEA guaranteed. I hope you enjoy and please don't forget to like my novel. Gracias Reviews will be appreciated

The night my boyfriend and I celebrate our first anniversary, we get into an accident. My soul travels through time and ends up ten years in the future. Here, I see that my boyfriend and I have married and started a family. It's the future I've dreamed of. However, it seems that I'm out of a job, and I've given up on my dream. I struggle to make it through endless days of my boyfriend's ice-cold treatment. Ultimately, I see myself sitting on the edge of a building's roof after falling deep into postpartum depression. When I open my eyes again, I see my boyfriend's panicked face…

" sometimes the strongest hearts carry the heaviest scars." Two years after losing her parents, 21-year-old Jane is left raising her two little brothers on her own. Abandoned by her oldee sister and juggling two exhausting jobs, Jane barely has time to breathe_let alone chase her long-forgotten dream of studying law. Every day is a battle to survive: Working long hours, skipping meals, some strange dreams, and hiding her tears behind a fake smile. But even when she breaks down in the middle of the street or collapses from exhaustion, she always gets back up- for Elhoïme and Mathias, the only family she has left. Just when she thinks no one sees her pain, Brian, a kind coworker and a long time friend, start offering small gestures of help- cofee, silence, time, understanding. She pushes him away at first, afraid of needing anyone. But his quiet presence slowly starts to feel like hope. Can Jane allow herself to lean on someone else for once, without losing her strenght- or her heart?