Female Audience Novels

"Kill her and burn her body removing the evidence." Those words came out cruelly from Alpha Quinn, towards his mate. It was all the destiny of one night which changed her life forever. Shireen a weak Omega's daughter was raped, used and exploited by the royal yet insensitive, cold and deadly Alpha of the ForestGrow pack after a drunken night of sex and drugs. His name was a whisper of terror but Shireen refuses to be a victim. Fueled by a fierce need for justice, she sets out to reclaim what was taken from her. Her respect and dignity. In a dangerous game of power and defiance, she confronts the very Alpha who wronged her. She's determined to make him pay by forcing him to grant her the one thing that will give her power over him: the rights of his wife. ​Can an Omega's daughter truly bring an Alpha to his knees? Find out in this gripping tale of vengeance, resilience, and a battle for survival.

They always say, the day you meet your fated mate is a joyous one. Well, mine wasn't... it was instead a call to disaster for me. My fated mate brutally rejected me after torturing me and finding out my secret, I thought my life was at its end. He'd murdered my family and bestfriend, banished me from our pack, and ruined my sanity. I hung onto life by a thread until I met River, a scarred man with a dark past, his touch elicited passion I never thought was possible within me and he rescued me from insanity. Now, thirsty for vengeance, I return to my ex mate to settle score. However, I become torn between getting revenge for my parents and best friend, and risking the life of my new mate. My ex mate's sudden interest in reconciling with me after realizing my new found powers didn't help matters as he vows to do everything in his power until he has me back to him. Would I be able to risk my new found love for vengeance, or will I choose to fall to the dark side after all?

It was a grand success. Every one said so; and moreover, every one who witnessed the experiment predicted that the Mermaid would revolutionize naval warfare as completely as did the world-famous Monitor. Professor Rivers, who had devoted the best years of his life to perfecting his wonderful invention, struggling bravely on through innumerable disappointments and failures, undaunted by the sneers of those who scoffed, or the significant pity of his friends, was so overcome by his signal triumph that he fled from the congratulations of those who sought to do him honour, leaving to his young assistants the responsibility of restoring the marvellous craft to her berth in the great ship-house that had witnessed her construction. These assistants were two lads, eighteen and nineteen years of age, who were not only the Professor's most promising pupils, but his firm friends and ardent admirers. The younger, Carlos West Moranza, was the only son of a Cuban sugar-planter, and an American mother who had died while he was still too young to remember her. From earliest childhood he had exhibited so great a taste for machinery that, when he was sixteen, his father had sent him to the United States to be educated as a mechanical engineer in one of the best technical schools of that country. There his dearest chum was his class-mate, Carl Baldwin, son of the famous American shipbuilder, John Baldwin, and heir to the latter's vast fortune. The elder Baldwin had founded the school in which his own son was now being educated, and placed at its head his life-long friend, Professor Alpheus Rivers, who, upon his patron's death, had also become Carl's sole guardian. In appearance and disposition young Baldwin was the exact opposite of Carlos Moranza, and it was this as well as the similarity of their names that had first attracted the lads to each other. While the young Cuban was a handsome fellow, slight of figure, with a clear olive complexion, impulsive and rash almost to recklessness, the other was a typical Anglo-Saxon American, big, fair, and blue-eyed, rugged in feature, and slow to act, but clinging with bulldog tenacity to any idea or plan that met with his favour. He invariably addressed his chum as "West," while the latter generally called him "Carol."

For two years, my husband Hunter flaunted his affair, using his mistress's fake pregnancy to torture me. I endured it all for our daughter, trapped in a gilded cage where he expected me to mistake his strangling for passion. Then his mistress whispered cruel lies to my six-year-old, telling her that her daddy would abandon her for the new baby. My daughter vanished. While I searched frantically, Hunter was unreachable, still with her. When he finally appeared, he shielded his mistress from my desperate rage, his wedding ring glinting as he pushed me away. With our daughter still missing, he pleaded with me. "Krystal, she's pregnant, don't hurt her!" The years of suppressed anger finally exploded. After our daughter was found safe, I looked him dead in the eye and told him the truth he'd been desperate to avoid. "I want a divorce, Hunter. I never loved you. I hate you."

Olivia or Livy for short. She has been through a lot. More than you possibly can imagine. She has lost touch with her true self. Old Livy may still exist deep within her soul, but to others, she is nothing more than a girl with a stone heart who doesn’t feel pain. Caleb pretends to have the demeanor of a bad boy, but he is far from it. Yes, indeed! He is a popular jock, but he is not your typical bad boy. Perhaps he did not suffer as much as Livy did, but he witnessed someone close to him destroying his or her life. What happens if they cross each other’s path? Will they fall in love, or will they despise each other? Will Caleb be able to restore Livy to her former self, or will he push her even deeper into the unknown? This story will provide an answer to every question.

Imagine being sent to kill the most 'unkillable' man in the underworld-The Big Bad Alpha. If you fail, he kills you without mercy. And everyone else who ever tried failed. How then can you, a lone female assassin, kill this monster? You decide to do it against all odds but when you get there, BOOM! The deadliest Alpha alive is your mate. ✧✧✧ Wayne Knight stepped into the room and Olive's heart thudded loudly. He was the most powerful Alpha in the country, and she was sent to assassinate him. But she failed and was caught, which meant he would not have any mercy on her. He was going to kill her mercilessly and ruthlessly. But why was she loving the scent of him since he stepped into the room? Why did she love his gaze on her despite being scared? And why was he not breaking his eye contact with her ever since he entered the room? Well, her wolf growled her the answer to all her questions..."MATE."

He's a billionaire, she's a slave, but her heart craves to have him all to herself. Unfortunately he was taken by some wild twin sisters.

“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” My soon to be; in a couple of seconds, husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do” Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely. It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands. As soon as the words “I do” left my own mouth I was certain, I just sealed my own fate by marrying Alex Snow. And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me…sooner rather than later. In a small town called “Snow”, known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will. After his father gets murdered at the hands of Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline. But killing the responsible man, sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay. The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a massacre, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families. Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically in order to stop that war. Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell” *The town Snow and everything it illegally represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you make it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life*

When her father fled with his mistress, leaving crushing debts behind, Freya Gilbert had nowhere to turn. Crashing Alpha Jonas's welcome ceremony in desperation, she never expected to find her fated mate there. But it wasn't gentle Jonas who made her wolf howl "mate." It was the dangerous, devastatingly powerful Niklaus Lockwood. One scorching night of passion sealed her fate. Niklaus already had his perfect chosen mate, the elegant Rebekah. Unwilling to abandon his plans, he offered Freya a cold business deal: be his contract Luna for three years, play the perfect wife in public, and he'd clear her debts. When their arrangement expired, she'd accept his rejection and disappear quietly. Freya thought she could survive a loveless marriage. She was wrong. Three years later, she's fallen hopelessly for the Alpha who sees her as nothing more than a gold-digging Omega. On their anniversary night, the very day their contract expires, Niklaus chooses Rebekah. The message couldn't be clearer. But when Freya files for divorce and moves out first, Niklaus's carefully controlled world shatters. The mate bond he's suppressed for years, and he never expected his obedient, compliant wife to actually leave him. "I, Freya Gilbert, reject you, Niklaus Lockwood." The words that should have set them both free only ignite a fire that threatens to consume them both. Can a love born from a business contract survive the flames of pride and betrayal? Or will the most powerful Alpha in the territory lose his true mate because he was too blind to see what was right in front of him? When the contract ends, the real battle for love begins.

My husband, Julian, a brilliant but reserved academic, and I, Eleanor, an artist obsessed with miniature dioramas, had built a quiet, seemingly perfect life together. Until she arrived. Isabelle Thorne, a character from an old gothic romance Julian was researching, took my body. One moment, I was sketching a new miniature, the next, I was a horrified ghost, watching her claim my life. She moved into my home, used my voice, wore my face, but her eyes held a cruel triumph. She was an actress, and my life was her stage. Helpless, I watched my husband fall deeper into her web. Her ultimate goal? To bear Julian a child, anchoring herself permanently to our world through a twisted ritual. The profound injustice, the sheer impossibility of it, chilled me more than the coldness of my ghostly form. Would Julian ever see through her perfect facade? Could anyone fight something that wasn't supposed to exist? But Julian, my quiet, bookish Julian, began to notice. The small slips, the missing affection. As suspicion hardened into a terrifying certainty, he uncovered her monstrous plan. Now, armed with forbidden knowledge and a desperate, dark resolve, Julian must play a dangerous game – to reclaim his life, avenge his love, and send this horrifying visitor back to the pages from which she spawned.

I gave up half my soul and my rare White Wolf bloodline to save Alpha Silas from deadly silver poisoning. For three years, I hid my painful scars, believing my sacrifice was the foundation of our eight-year love. But on the morning of our mating ceremony, he wrapped my handwoven bridal cloak around another woman. He had mistaken a lying Beta female for his savior, and to pay off her family's massive debts, he decided to sell me off. He forced me to drink wine laced with Wolfsbane, entirely paralyzing my inner wolf. He took my dead mother's sacred amulet and gifted it to the liar. Then, he threw my weakened body into a transport vehicle, sending me as a tribute bride to a rumored mad and dying Alpha. When wild rogues ambushed our convoy and trapped me in a burning car, Silas was right there. But instead of saving me, he rushed to shield the lying woman from a tiny scratch, leaving me to burn alive. As the flames licked the windshield, my heart shattered completely. I had torn my own spirit apart to keep him alive, and this was my repayment? To be poisoned, robbed, and left to die in the ashes for a parasite? But I didn't die in that fire. The "dying" Alpha tore open the crushed metal to pull me out himself. He wasn't a cursed old man, but a terrifyingly powerful Lycan—and my true fated mate. This time, I will embrace my new empire, and watch Silas lose absolutely everything.

"You look like her... but you're not her. Are you?" Nina never asked for this life. But when the powerful Whitlock family offers her a chance to wipe her family's generational debt in exchange for one thing-becoming their dead daughter-she says yes. Now, she lives in Adelaide Whitlock's mansion. Sleeps in her bed. Wears her clothes. Even answers to her name. All she has to do is fool everyone-Adelaide's icy parents, the ruthless elite ruling the six families, and worst of all... the two men who knew Adelaide best. Axel, the perfect fiancé who seems too loyal to be true. Nathan, the forbidden flame who stirs up feelings Nina should not be having. But as Nina digs deeper into Adelaide's past, cracks start to show. Memories don't line up. Secrets bubble beneath the surface. And the biggest twist? Adelaide's ghost-figuratively or not-refuses to stay buried. Now, Nina must choose: Keep the illusion alive... or destroy it before it destroys her. But what happens when ghost you're replacing refuses to stay dead ?

My family has always been the quiet guardians of the Beaumont fortune, bound by an ancient Life-Pact to the sacred Redwood trees on their vast estate. My own life force, and the prosperity of the Beaumonts, was intrinsically linked to the magnificent Patriarch tree and the ancestral Heartwood Amulet I wore. Then, Evelyn arrived. My husband, Arthur Beaumont, was instantly ensnared by his childhood sweetheart' s supposed terminal illness. A "specialist" doctor declared her only hope lay in draining the life from our sacred Patriarch or my very own amulet. Arthur, the man who once pledged eternal devotion beneath the ancient Redwoods, looked at me, not at Evelyn, and demanded I hand over the necklace or allow him to harm our holy tree. He didn't wait for my consent. He ripped the Heartwood Amulet from my neck, then smashed it against the Patriarch' s ancient roots, shattering both my legacy and my soul. A searing agony ripped through me, and I watched in horror as my hair faded to grey and my body withered, each cut branch of the sacred tree echoing in my bones. He dismissed my anguish as "theatrics," blinded by Evelyn's manipulative lies, even forcing me to witness the sacred desecration. The betrayal wasn't just physical pain; it was a profound spiritual severing, a dismissal of everything I was and everything our pact represented. How could he exchange our true, ancient bond for a baseless lie and a con artist's whim? He accused me of selfishness, of hoarding the forest's magic, claiming Evelyn' s life mattered more than generations of sacred duty. The Beaumonts had taken our protection for granted, but now they were actively destroying it all. A chilling certainty formed through my suffering: this desecration would not end well for them. Too weak to fight, I declared the Life-Pact broken, nurturing a single, tiny seedling from the Patriarch' s line as my last act. My physical form died, but my spirit transcended, merging with the Redwood forest itself. I became its eternal consciousness, a silent guardian over all Redwoods, watching as the land, no longer protected by our ancient magic, began to reclaim what was truly its own, ensuring the Beaumonts faced the full, brutal consequences of their sacrilege.

Dante slowed his pace, withdrawing until only the tip was still inside her before thrusting his hips once,eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. He brought his mouth down to hover over hers. "Can you feel me,my love?"He rasped. Renee angled her head,nipping at his lips."Yes,I feel you." ------------ To save her family from a loanshark,Renee Gallo agrees to be married to Dante Moretti, a man who has been called many names. He has been labeled as a devil,as a hideous-looking demon,the notorious son of Gustavo Moretti. But it turns out that this man who is cruel to the world loves and pampers her more than she had ever imagined.

baby was the child he didn't want. I can't love you in the dark It feels like we're so far away There's so much space between us Adele - Love in the dark Chapter 1 I looked up at the tall iron gate, with a sumptuous coat of arms at the top, where a solitary letter, F, stands it stood out proudly over the shapes below, which resembled everything from wolves and dragons to blooming flowers. I didn't really understand the importance of a surname or a coat of arms until I saw how small and unimportant that simple piece of iron made me feel. My family didn't have a coat of arms. Honestly, I didn't even have a family. I was the nuisance that was thrown back and forth between relatives, so I can't consider myself anyone's family. — Hello — a tall, old man appeared at the end of the garden. He looked at me with simple curiosity as I tried to arrange my messy hair behind my ears. — How can I help you? — SINE sent me for the babysitting position — I told him, almost shouting, as the distance between us remained greater than my vocal strength. The man nodded. He turned around and then the gate started to make noise. An intimidating creak that made my heart race. Almost like a horror movie, I realized that every step I took towards the mansion seemed to take me into a haunted movie. — You could have rang the intercom — the man smiled at me. I realized he was a man in his sixties or seventies. He dressed like the butlers in movies that were shown in the afternoon. — If I hadn't noticed her standing there, I would have been waiting for hours. I smiled at him, embarrassed to say that I was debating whether or not to ring the intercom. The truth is that I needed to work, as I have always needed since I turned eighteen and the small pension I received from my mother was cut by the government. Still, the place unnerved me and I almost backed away. - What is your name? — he asked. — Maria Eduarda — I extended my hand to shake him. — Fiuza — I completed. He hardly used his last name. When I was four years old, my mother was in a car accident. She was admitted to the hospital for a few days, and then passed away. My father disappeared shortly after, saying he couldn't take care of a child alone. I found out years later that he already had another woman, and she didn't want the responsibility of a child. I stayed at an aunt's house until I was seven, when she got tired and said that the other relatives also had an obligation. So, throughout my childhood and adolescence, I wandered between the homes of uncles who didn't want me. My changes hindered my learning and I couldn't even graduate from high school. When I turned eighteen, the aunt who took me in after I was seventeen said I needed to mind my own business. So, I looked for a job. I was a maid for five years for a lady who had a little girl. I wasn't paid to take care of the girl, but I did because I discovered she loved children.

4th Book of 'My Mysterious President' The story of the son of Sandra Lei and the daughter of Mark Lee in Young and Beautiful. She, a transferee from London but a native Brent girl. He, a Math Wizard but not a geek. They had met a couple of times faces both covered. She called him 'The Rider', he called her 'Princess'. Who would have thought they attended the same university and what worse, Hyacinth Lee, who was struggling in numbers would be Melvin Ross' next student? Would he accept the offer to teach this 'Princess' and receive a hefty salary from the President of Lee Group who once became his dad's mortal enemy? What if the table would turn from teaching her calculus to teaching him to love? Find out how the next generation's story of the original characters of Young and Beautiful. Now, it's their children's time to shine!

Aidan Wilson a feared CEO in the business world and a dreaded mafia boss in the underworld who sends his enemies to an early grave without batting an eye. Crosses path with Racheal a soft and meek girl, who lost her parents at an early age to an accident makes a daring entrance into his life. Racheal is caught off guard after finding herself in his dark and creepy world. She couldn't care less after she was diagnosed with liver cancer and would die soon. She soon makes it her priority to fall in love before she dies. "I will not let you go so easily Aidan, you are now connected to my soul" Racheal said struggling in his tight grip, he t pinned her to the wall and smirked. "You've entered my world already so there's no turning back now" his hands traced her slender neck. In the next second his hand thightened on her neck, Racheal gasped for air, her eyes closed as hot tears streamed down her eyes. "Go ahead and kill me, I will die soon anyways" she choked on those words and felt his hand loosen from her neck. Did she change his heart ???

For seven years, I was Seraphina Hayes, living in a forced haze, my memories stolen, my face not my own. My seven-year-old son, Leo, had just innocently questioned why his father, Ethan Montgomery, was celebrating his anniversary gala with another woman who looked like me. He didn't know the chilling truth: the woman on TV was indeed the real Seraphina, back from her faked death. Then, in a single horrific moment, my world shattered: Leo floated lifelessly in the deep end of our pool, a silent victim of Ethan' s brutal "punishment." His death was a shockwave, tearing through the veil of amnesia, flooding my mind with the agonizing truth-my name was Elara Vance, not Seraphina. I stumbled into Ethan's cruel reality, reeling from the loss, only to be met with his furious denial that Leo was dead, insisting it was a trick from the "impostor" me. He violently scattered my son's ashes onto the floor, dismissing them as "just dust" and a "sick game." He believed a forged DNA report presented by the real Seraphina, condemning Leo as not his own, mocking my grief. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, who had engineered my forced marriage, later collapsed and died, another casualty of Seraphina's sinister manipulations, leaving me utterly alone. The man who stole my life, erased my identity, and was responsible for my son' s death now stood triumphantly by the woman who orchestrated my pain, while I was dismissed as insane, a liar, and a harlot. How could a mother plot such a terrible deceit, how could a father deny his own child, and how could I, the true victim, be blamed for everything? But in the wreckage, a new resolve ignited: I would reclaim my name, expose their monstrous lies, and ensure that the truth of Leo's life, and my own, would be heard, no matter the cost.

In the glittering shadows of New York City's elite, impoverished artist Elena Vasquez clashes with the enigmatic billionaire tycoon Alexander Hale. What begins as a chance encounter in a rain-soaked alley spirals into a whirlwind of passion, betrayal, and redemption. As Elena fights to reclaim her stolen dreams, Alexander's guarded heart unravels, forcing them to confront family secrets, corporate intrigue, and the ruthless divide between their worlds. Will their forbidden love survive the storms of jealousy, scandal, and loss, or will it shatter like the fragile art that brought them together? Shattered Canvases is a steamy billionaire romance that explores the raw edges of desire and the healing power of vulnerability.

The crystal chandeliers glittered over the ballroom, a cold parody of joy as I stood in the shadows, a forgotten daughter at my father' s company anniversary. Then, the announcement shattered my carefully constructed composure: my stepsister, Clara, was engaged to Julian Croft, the only man who had ever shown me kindness in this suffocating life. His averted gaze, her cruel, triumphant smile directly at me-it was a public execution of my last fragile hope, a final, devastating blow after years of being blamed, dismissed, and having my mother' s legacy sold off for a symbolic dollar. How could the man I loved stand by while she destroyed me, just like my father had ignored my mother' s pain and my own cries for years? What twisted game was this, where their happiness was built on my ruin? Cut off and cast out, a mysterious stranger offered me a terrifying choice: remain a victim, or begin a war for justice, for my mother' s honor, and for myself.