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Bella was haunted by her nightmares, but those nightmares are all bloody. She just wanted to live normal like everyone else but first she must get her revenge

My boss, August Ortega, forced me to donate bone marrow to his fiancée. She was afraid of getting a scar. For seven years, I’d been the assistant to the boy I grew up with, the man who now despised me. But his fiancée, Harlow, wanted more than my marrow; she wanted me gone. She framed me for shattering a five-million-dollar gift, and August made me kneel on the broken crystal until my knees bled. She framed me for assault at a gala, and he had me arrested, where I was beaten bloody in a holding cell. Then, to punish me for a sex tape I never leaked, he kidnapped my parents. He made me watch as he dangled them from a crane on an unfinished skyscraper, hundreds of feet in the air. He called my phone, his voice cold and smug. "Have you learned your lesson yet, Cora? Are you ready to apologize?" As he spoke, the rope snapped. My parents plummeted into the darkness. A terrifying calm washed over me. The taste of blood filled my mouth, a symptom of the illness he never knew I had. He laughed on the other end of the line, a cruel, ugly sound. "Feel free to jump off that roof if it hurts so much. It would be a fitting end for you." "Okay," I whispered. And then, I stepped off the edge of the building and into the empty air.

For five years, I suppressed my Royal White Wolf bloodline to be Sam’s "Chosen Mate," waiting for a Mark that never came. I cut ties with my powerful family, accepting a paper certificate instead of a soul bond, all because I loved him. But my sacrifice meant nothing. Sam brought his mistress, Lily, and a child into our pack house, forcing me to accept them. He claimed the child was his because I was "barren," humiliating me to protect his fragile ego. The betrayal turned deadly over breakfast. Lily laced my food with Wolfsbane, then slashed her own chest to frame me. When Sam rushed in, he didn't check the facts. He pinned me against the wall by my throat, ignoring my swelling airways as the poison took hold. "If she dies, you die." He threw me to the floor like garbage and rushed his mistress to the hospital, leaving me to suffocate alone. I had to crawl to my room, clawing at the floor tiles, to reach the antidote my father had given me years ago. As I retched up the toxin, the last of my love for him was purged along with it. I stood up and walked to the backyard rose garden—the symbol of our marriage. I doused it in gasoline and struck a match. Before the Royal Guards arrived to take me home, I pinned a rejection letter to the front door with a dagger. "I reject you, Sam. And by the way, check your old medical files. You’re the one who is sterile."

My phone buzzed, revealing a text about a reservation at the city' s most exclusive restaurant. I thought my husband, David, was surprising me with a romantic dinner to celebrate my career success. Instead, I walked into a party celebrating his ex-girlfriend, Jessica Lee, who was glowing and visibly pregnant. My daughter, Lily, stood by their side, looking at me with pure annoyance as David announced, "Anything for you, Jess. And for our baby." Then, Lily chimed in, "Dad even got rid of that stupid dog you hated. He said the special stew for your pregnancy cravings needed a very special ingredient." My beloved champion show dog, Buster, was the "special ingredient." The room went silent as I screamed, "You killed my dog, didn' t you? You killed Buster." David callously admitted it, saying, "It was just a dog, Sarah. A damn dog. It was for Jessica' s health." To my horror, Lily confirmed she had helped him, describing it as a mundane chore. Overwhelmed, my world shattered. David then offered me money: "Go buy yourself a new one. A puppy. You' ll forget all about Buster in a week." The insult, so profound, jolted me into clarity. I pushed his hand away, the money fluttering to the floor, and declared, "I want a divorce, David."

Lena's eyes locked onto Grayson's, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you away like that. I...I made a mistake." Grayson's cold laughter cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. He closed the space between them, his towering presence suffocating. "A mistake?" His voice was low, dangerous. "No, Lena. Dropping a glass is a mistake. What you did..." He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "That was a choice." Lena flinched, her chest tightening. "I didn't know. .." "You knew exactly what you were doing," he interrupted, his tone like ice. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. "And now you're here, begging for something. What is it this time? Redemption? Love?" His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Don't insult me." "I don't want anything from you," Lena shot back, though her voice faltered under his scrutiny. Grayson laughed softly, the sound mocking. "You always want something, Lena. What is it now?" His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "A second chance to ruin me?" Her heart pounded in her chest, her words stuck in her throat. Lena watched him, her stomach twisting. The man before her was powerful, untouchable...everything she had once dreamed of. And now, she feared she had lost him forever. *** Lena made a choice, a selfish, cold decision she thought was best for her future. She married Grayson, a struggling man she believed she could manipulate to secure her family's fortune. But once the deal was sealed, she cast him aside without remorse. Later, regret weighed heavily on her heart. Grayson, the man she thought she'd discarded, has returned, but he's no longer the desperate man she once knew. He's powerful, ruthless, and unrecognizable. And worse? He's made it clear he wants nothing to do with her. Now, Lena must decide how far she's willing to go to mend what she broke. But Grayson's world has no room for second chances, or does it? Why did Lena suddenly want him back? Is it love, guilt, or something far more dangerous? And will Grayson forgive her, or destroy her?

Because of an accident, Quinn Belle’s third eye opened and by unexpected chance, she sees the secret behind the old and terrifying look of Diplomat hotel, guarded by a rugged but charming Florence. This time, Quinn is given a mission with the Grim reaper who looks exactly like Florence, to find the lost souls. How much courage does Quinn have to muster in order to face the scary and somewhat reprehensible ghosts? Can the heart of the dead beat again after a long time?

This book contains explicit mature scenes, gore, sex, blood, BDSM, 18+ not suitable for younger viewers. Escaping a terrible fate, a beautiful but scarred young woman finds herself sold to a group of dangerous mafia men. But just when she thinks she's found a safe haven, the shadows of her past come back to haunt her, threatening to destroy everything she's built. As she fights to hold on to her new life, she must learn to trust the men who saved her, and embrace the dangerous and mysterious mafia world she's now a part of. Will she find a way to survive? Will she fall for them? will her past come back to destroy her?

He filled my head with lies. Then he set my world on fire. Gavril Vaknin. Richer than God. Crueler than the devil. And if he has his way... My new fake husband. A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer. The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician's wife. I'm homeless and desperate-what do I have to lose? But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies. Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won't survive. Did I do the right thing? Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

When struggling journalist Becky Lynchburg lands an exclusive interview with reclusive billionaire Damien Lancaster, she expects a routine exposé. Instead, she uncovers a world of secrets- one that ties him to a mysterious past and a vow that has dictated his entire life. Damien has spent years building an empire, keeping his heart locked away behind steel walls. But Becky's fiery determination and undeniable charm threaten to crack his carefully crafted facade. As she digs deeper, she finds herself caught in a dangerous web of lies, power, and an attraction neither of them can ignore. But Damien's past isn't just a shadow- it's a storm waiting to break. And when secrets are exposed, Becky must decide: walk away with the truth or risk everything for the man who was never meant to love?

Shenaya was raised by Omega parents which made her grow up believing she was an Omega herself. Her adoptive parents taught her that her place was to serve so she suppressed her powers and independence. Shenaya internalized the limitations her parents placed on her and learned to live as a servant in the pack's harsh hierarchy. Shenaya's heart shattered after she discovered her fated mate's betrayal. She seeks comfort in a fleeting connection, a one-night stand with a stranger who turns out to be Alpha Aiden Cesaer who was known for his cruelty. During a trip to Paris, Shenaya found her twin brother and her biological family. Which revealed she was not only a natural Alpha but also part of a wealthy, influential family with a powerful position in the werewolf hierarchy. The discovery of her Alpha blood brought both clarity and a sense of long-awaited belonging, allowing her to finally grasp the power and status that were always hers by birthright. Just as Shenaya was about to embrace her newly found life, she discovered a circumstance that forced her into a contract marriage with her Alpha. As Shenaya struggles to fill her new role as Aiden's wife, an evil shadow looms over their fragile union in the form of Skylar, Aiden's rejected mate. Skylar's resentment for Shenaya because Aiden chose her over his fated twists into a desire for vengeance. Shenaya will have to decide how far she's willing to go to save Aiden and everyone she cares about, will their love can withstand the shadows that threaten to consume them both?

Working for the CEO of Cavendish Enterprises requires tremendous patience and time. Damon Cavendish was a demanding boss who expects Nikki at his beck and call, twenty-four-seven. For him, she was just an emotional human being. But while her boss was the kind of man who would exasperate her, his brother Louis was his exact opposite. Although both brothers displayed exquisite masculinity and intense sensual magnetism, Louis was more charming and compassionate than his older brother who frequently roared at simple things. And so she found herself head over heels. Determined to woo her boss' brother, Nikki came back from a two-week vacation with a surprising new look. She got herself a makeover! At first, she only wanted Louis to notice her, but why did the Cavendish brothers suddenly become rivals?

My husband, David Chen, the CEO of "InnovateX," called for a celebration on our fifth anniversary. He announced, with a theatrical wink, that the two representatives for the Global Tech Summit in Hawaii would be chosen by a game. He drew his own name first, then reached into the glass bowl, his hand going straight for a specific spot, and pulled out a precisely folded slip: his much-younger assistant, Emily White. A wave of whispers and knowing glances went through the office. Emily, wearing the new perfume I' d noticed in our bathroom, practically ran to him, her red nails lingering on his arm after an embrace that lasted far too long. I stood frozen, the silent partner, the co-founder, the wife whose marriage was a secret to protect his "young, bachelor CEO" image-an image he was now building with Emily. The next morning, Emily sabotaged a crucial presentation I' d spent two months perfecting. David, instead of holding her accountable, punished me. He canceled my trip and ordered me to fix "my department's mistake" over the weekend, all while comforting Emily and giving her credit for my work in front of the entire company. The humiliation was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest. Later, I found an elegant Vera Wang box on our bed, a dress I' d dreamed of. My heart leaped, hoping for an apology, a real celebration of our secret marriage. But David nonchalantly explained it was for a client, "to seal a deal." Hours later, I found his phone, a notification for "E's final dress fitting tomorrow" on the screen. The wallpaper was Emily, in my wedding dress, with his chilling caption: "My future Mrs. Chen." The glass shattered in my hand. My entire world shattered with it. The silence in our once-shared home was deafening, the truth a cold, hard slap. This wasn't about business; it was about betrayal, about a life I poured my soul into, stolen and given to someone else. I was ready to vanish, a ghost in my own life. But the rage that simmered beneath my quiet compliance ignited a spark. Now, I wanted something more than to disappear. I wanted justice and I wanted everything back.

A story, of the Vampire world and the Human world. Strong competition of power resulted to vast hatred. Despite the power already imposed on individuals, special powers are as well granted to the King in possession of the Coaserier. Balmad being the character in this story faced lots of challenges in accomplishing his destiny of being King. Despite all challenges, with the help of his lover, Anne being a human, he was able to accomplish his mission and peace returned and the four Coasts merged at last.

For five blissful years, I loved Ryder with all my heart. But one day, he just disappeared, leaving me broken and cynical about love. My family's life also fell apart. Dad died in a tragic accident, and my brother, Alex, was framed and jailed. Desperate to free Alex, I latched onto Bran, feigning innocence to exploit his power. Out of the blue, Ryder returned, showering me with affection and vowing to save Alex. But our reunion was short - lived. When I discovered he only pursued me because I resembled his past lover, we split. Just when I foolishly thought we could reclaim our old love, his new fiancée coldly disclosed that it was all a vengeful scheme against Bran. My heart, once again, was shattered into a million pieces.

boss. My heart accelerates every time his eyes turn to me, especially when we are alone in his office. The first kiss happened six months ago, during a business trip, I slept with him that same night. Since then, we have been sneaking out during work hours and having hidden lunches. He was once in the newspaper and they called him the perfect bachelor. I have to agree. Many people saw a tall, blond, blue-eyed, billionaire CEO, with a firm hand, with a dirty look and thought: hot tycoon who needs to be tamed. Charles Whitmore is more than that, a successful businessman, a demanding boss and a devoted lover. —The day's reports, sir. — I leave the paperwork on the table in front of him. The office is in the heart of Los Angeles' commercial center, with a panoramic view of the city. Charles is so imposing with his well-cut beard and dark blue tailored suit, it suits the position he holds. Before I can pull away, he grabs my wrist, eyes moving away from the screen to look at me. - Stay. A single command and I completely tremble. I keep telling myself that I should end our relationship, it is immoral and against company policy. As a boss, it is your obligation to set an example, however, I remain there and after a brief wave, I walk to the door to lock it. I don't need to turn around to know I've been followed. I can feel his presence behind me, the heat of his body pressed against mine, trapping me between him and the wood. My chocolate-colored hair is swept away from my neck and the soft kiss on the back of my ear makes me melt inside. Having him next to me, whispering dirty things in my ear will never be enough. I always want more. — You drive me crazy, you know? There are two of us, he drives me crazy too. Charles Whitmore turns me around so he can take my mouth. A warmth forms in my chest every time I'm in his arms, maybe because each kiss feels like it's the last. There are days when I think I'm going to wake up and discover that everything was just a dream and that this man never gave a woman like me a second look. Big hands invade my hair and things intensify. I've always been a shy girl, I'd never given him a French kiss before, just pecks. Charles has a way of getting everything he wants from me. I cling to him and he pulls my dress up, leaving it bunched up around my waist. A possessive growl escapes his throat and he grabs me by the thighs, leading me back to the table. The papers I had just organized are thrown to the floor and I am placed on the cold marble, a counter to the heat coming from it. I have a collection of panties given to me by Charles, as mine keep disappearing into his pockets. That's how exposed I am, dripping with desire.

For ten years, I was the invisible Mrs. Perry, the woman everyone mocked for clinging to a man who openly despised her. They called me pathetic, a social climber with no self-respect. But they didn't know the truth. My devotion wasn't for Cameron; it was for his brother, Jessie, the man I truly loved, who supposedly died a decade ago. My ten-year pact to protect Cameron for Jessie was almost over. Then, Cassandra Foreman, Cameron's ex and the woman he still loved, made a comeback. She was in an accident, and Cameron was ready to risk his life to save her. I stepped in, donating my rare blood, collapsing from the effort. Cameron never came to my side. Instead, he brought Cassandra home, ordering me to care for her. She tormented me, framing me for her self-inflicted injuries, and Cameron, blind with devotion, punished me. He threw me out in the rain, accused me of trying to kill her, and even tried to drown me. Why did I endure this humiliation? Why did I stay, even when he told me he would never love me, even if I died for him? Because I had a promise to keep. But now, the promise is fulfilled. I' m going to find Jessie.

She loved him until she lost herself. Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again. When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe. But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon. And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained. Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again. Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises. Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.

WARNING!!! Explicit adult contents included as this book is fully rated "18" !!! "Yeah baby! "Pounce on..." "Pounce on..." "Pounce on... Keep it on...!" "Just keep digging into it and do not stop!" That's the spirit of the moment! Two strangers met and found themselves feeling like they already knew each other as the feelings of attraction glued both together. Just a beach shagging which was meant to be a booty call, later emerged into a crazy romance with true identity revealed. Somira is caught in-between two young, powerful and most influential dudes, from dreaded bloodlines of different cities, Lawrence and Innosine with regards to her pregnancy. With whom lies the paternity of the child? And how would she scale through this dilemma?

Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed. Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir." Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out. She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night. Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage. Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations. How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling. The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.

The rejection email was just another polite "no" in a sea of them, a stark reminder that my art, full of abstract shapes and raw emotion, didn\'t sell. My studio apartment was small, the rent was late, and I was perpetually, painfully broke. Then my father died, and the will was read: everything, the grand house, the stock portfolio, the priceless art collection, all went to my older sister, Olivia. Not a single mention of me. It was a final, public dismissal, echoing a lifetime of being told I was a disappointment. Even worse, Olivia and her slick fiancé, David, weren\'t just inheriting; they were erasing me. They were planning to auction off a collection of "newly discovered masterpieces" from my father\'s estate-masterpieces that were, in fact, my early college works, secretly bought by my father under a pseudonym because, as I would later discover, he actually believed in me. My mother' s whispered call about a "surprise for you" before Olivia cut the line, then Arthur Sterling\'s revelation that my father had secretly collected my art for years, planning a grand exhibition for me, shattered my world. Every cold comment, every dismissal, every belief I held about my place in the family-all lies. The truth fueled a rage so cold and sharp, it cut through the shock. This wasn\'t just about a broken heart; it was about art, legacy, and a fundamental theft. I looked at Mr. Sterling, the struggling, adrift artist gone. In her place, a woman fueled by a burning need for truth. "They\'re going to sell my art," I said, "As his." I would not let that happen.