Novel & Cerita You Be Mine

BLURB: What would you do after your boyfriend disappeared without trace for six months and you've finally concluded that he's dead after searching everywhere including the morgue. While still mourning your boyfriend's death your father forced you into an arranged marriage, now the man turns out to be your missing boyfriend but with another name and now he's richer, cruel, powerful and totally different. This is the story of Adele Harris whose boyfriend Killian, suddenly came back a different man after being missing for months. All he does now is make her suffer for reasons best known to him. Why did Killian go missing and come back as a different person? What is the reason behind his disappearance? To what extent will Killian go to see Adele suffer? And what is the deal between Killian and Adele's father? How long will Adele endure Killian's punishment in their marriage?

“Damn it, Viola! Do you even hear yourself? You’re miserable, and you’re pretending it’s normal!” Logan says, clenching his fists beside him. I drag in a shaky breath. “What do you want me to do, Logan? Just leave my marriage?” “Yes!” I freeze. He steps closer. “Leave. And let me love you the way you deserve.” *** She thought heartbreak was the worst thing he could do to her. Then he came back. Three years ago, Logan Reynolds chose ambition over love, leaving Viola McCoy behind—and breaking her heart in the process. Determined to move on, she made a choice—one that led her into the arms of Julian Cruz, a man who vowed to love her but only saw her as a means to an end. Now, trapped in a loveless marriage, Viola endures the whispers, the neglect, and the bruises she hides beneath designer sleeves. But when Logan returns as the new CEO of Reynolds Publishing—her boss—Viola’s carefully constructed world begins to crack. He sees through her forced smiles and polite lies. He soon realizes the woman he left behind is still fighting to be heard. Logan is determined to save her. Viola? She’s certain she can’t be saved. But in the middle of stolen glances, midnight confessions, and the words they can’t say out loud, one question remains: Can love be rewritten, or are some stories doomed to end the same way twice?

Note: This isn't incest. *** "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harbouring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”

I was just trying to survive my toxic family when I had the hottest one-night stand of my life. Then I found out he's my new stepbrother. And a mafia don. Demetrio DeLeon is dangerous, controlling, and completely off-limits. He's also the only man who's ever made me feel alive. Every stolen touch is forbidden. Every heated glance could destroy us both. But when his enemies come for me, I discover I'm not just some college dropout caught in the crossfire. I'm the missing daughter of the Russian Bratva's most feared pakhan. The girl whose kidnapping twenty years ago started a bloody war between two mafia empires. And now that war is back, with me at the center. Demetrio says he'll burn the world down before he lets me go. My biological brother Alexei wants to take me home to Russia. And I'm caught between two families, two worlds, and a love so consuming it might just kill us all. Some secrets are worth dying for. This one might cost me everything.

No one crosses Dante Kincade and walks away unscathed. I just did it with a microphone and a song that made the entire room gasp. Marisol Franco has spent years hiding under a fake name, trying to outrun her father's brutal empire. But one impulsive karaoke performance at a corporate event shattered her cover and made her the target of her powerful CEO, Dante Kincade. Cold, calculating, and rumored to have ties to the underworld, he doesn't forgive public humiliation. Dante wants revenge and her secrets. But as his obsession grows, so does the dangerous desire neither of them can control. With her fire and fearlessness, she’s nothing like the women who try to please him. She meets him head-on and defies him at every turn. But her past is darker than he imagined. Hunted by her father’s men and promised to a sadistic cartel heir, she’s running out of time. Trapped between three dangerous men and a past that won’t stay buried, Marisol must decide who to trust before everything goes up in flames. Now, the only man standing between her and a fate worse than death is the one who has every reason to destroy her. Dangerous Melodies is a dark, addictive romance brimming with secrets, betrayal, and enemies-to-lovers heat. Perfect for fans of forbidden desire, dangerous obsession, and love that refuses to surrender.

"Beg me to be your mate and maybe I will consider it," Zayn said. How could he say those words to me after humiliating me for years? Did he really think I would want to be his mate just because he was my master? The Alpha's Heir? Was he out of his mind? "Kneel and beg me to be yours, Amelia." I stared at him as I knelt slowly, a smile curled on his lips and a satisfactory look clouded his face at the power he had over me, but my next words took him off guard. "I, Amelia Wright, reject you, Zayn Andino, as my mate," I blurted out on my knees. "How dare you?" Zayn questioned, grabbing me by my arm aggressively. "Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a dirty little Omega. How dare you say those words to me?" "Let go of my mate," I heard a voice behind Zayn. We both turned to see the golden eyes man earlier from Alpha Hector office yelling at Zayn. * * * Amelia reluctantly becomes a maid for Alpha Hector's wealthy family. Bound by her mother's debts, she endures the torment of Alpha Hector's son, Zayn, and his girlfriend, Nicole. Hope shines when Alpha Hector promises her freedom on her upcoming birthday, but fate has a unique plan. As her first transformation into a wolf unravels, she stumbles upon a shocking truth, that Zayn is her mate. How could the man who had tortured her all these years be her mate? Her fate is far from twisted when she rejects Zayn as her mate and realizes that she has another mate, Atlas Synder.

For the first time in thirty four years of my life, I found someone I didn’t want to lose. He was innocent, too innocent for my liking but my heart was already set on him and i would rather lose the pack I have struggled for years to build than lose him. He was mine! Mine to claim’ Mine to love! Mine to dominate. Mine to own. He was everything to me, even my death!

My sister and I slept for a thousand years. Tonight, we would Awaken. We would become true High-Bloods. Our Sire, Countess Lylandra, brought us two men. We had to choose a Blood Thrall. A cold, celibate priest. A young, harmless noble prince. In my past life, Lilith grabbed the prince by the neck and vanished into the shadows. She left me with the cold-hearted priest. The prince's blood was sweet, his soul pure. He was supposed to be the perfect sacrifice for the Awakening ritual. Lilith should have become a High-Blood without any trouble. But she fell for the prince's sweet words and gentle lies. She poured her ancient power into him. She forged a false blood bond to help him seize the throne. On his coronation day, he plunged a dagger dipped in blessed silver into her heart. With his own hands, he carved out her new Blood Core. He offered it to his werewolf allies. Lilith nearly turned to dust. And me? The priest helped me purify my blood. I broke the vampire curse. I no longer feared the sun or blessed silver. I became the legendary Daywalker Queen. Jealousy drove her mad. She used her last drop of power to unleash a kin-curse. It killed us both. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back to the night we chose our Blood Thralls. This time, Lilith chose differently. She wrapped herself around the priest, a vision of seduction. Her blood-red wings spread, ready to carry him away. My fangs slid from my gums. A choice? Why should I have to choose? The priest and the prince... Both are mine for the taking.

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick him up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian put his arm around Amanda and swirled the wine glass he was holding. He shot me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waited for me to go berserk the way I used to three years ago, but I simply moved the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda paused. Her eyes started to redden. She stared fixedly at me and questioned, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"