Female Audience Novels

A boy falls in love with a girl he once hated because of her pomposity...he then faces the test of letting her know his feelings

"Get the hell out of my house, human." Dave Walker's voice was ice and thunder the alpha quarterback who despises every fragile, lying human who ever broke him. I should have run. Instead I looked him in those storm gray eyes and said, "I already paid rent." Now I live under his roof. In the den of six rugby wolves who watch me like fresh prey. In the bed of the boy who feeds me fries in front of the whole school just to make my cheating ex choke... while his hand grips my thigh under the table like he's already decided I'm his to ruin. Fake dating was supposed to be revenge. A game. A way to hurt Jason back. But every staged touch burns. Every forced kiss leaves me aching. Every time Dave pins me against a locker, breath hot on my neck, growling "You don't belong here," my body betrays me wet, trembling, craving the one wolf who swore he'd never claim a human again. Tessan, my best friend since forever, cries in the hallway: "You asked him to fake date you... when you know how much I love him." I thought we were sisters. Now she looks at me like I stole her future. And Dave? He stares at me like I'm the ghost of someone he lost someone whose blood runs in my veins. Someone he couldn't save. In a school ruled by hidden packs and ancient laws, where claiming a human mate can cost an alpha everything, hatred isn't the end. It's the spark. And when the truth rips open about my blood, his past, my best friend's secrets, and the law that binds us falling for the boy who could destroy me might be the only way to survive. But if I let him mark me... neither of us will ever be free again. Enemies. Best friends. Lovers. Rivals. One fake relationship. One unbreakable bond. One war waiting to explode. Welcome to Ridgewood High. Where love is a claim... and betrayal is blood.

I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me. Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister. She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund. When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up. I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair. But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion. He didn't just mourn me. He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me. I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead. Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago. My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me. I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television. "Let's get married tomorrow." This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.

Once can't be enough. It will never be enough!!!!. Fate never played fair when it came to love. Separated from her mate due to an ancient curse, Aurora becomes the cruel and merciless princess who reviled in blood shed all hope seems lost for her as the vampire Kingdom watches the princess ruin ancient traditions. Albeit unknowingly Mirabelle, far away from her mate, lonely and poor, vows to make a name for herself and return one day to exact vengeance. Two years later, a vampire Kingdom is almost wiped out due to a bloodthirsty and vile princess and a sensational model rocks the human world. Fate begins to pull it's strings and two lovers are reunited. A happy ending seems to be in the works for these two but every action has a consequence and for the war, it brought a grave calamity upon them. An ancient foe long thought dead, arises and things may not be as they seem..... Read to find out more loves... 😌🌹

Apollo was an artist who has had several muses in his life, so many that he may not even know how to count on his fingers and not even remember more of all that were due to his supposed "curse"; but maybe, just maybe... love would reach him for the first time, near those beautiful eyes of Amazonita enchanted him on an ordinary afternoon; but isn’t that exactly how the first loves happen?

To save our bleeding alliance, I was handed over to the rival Iron Bastards MC as a living peace offering. I was forced to become the claimed Old Lady of their ruthless President, Dexter Fulton, a man who ran the northern corridor by putting rival charters in the ground. On my first night in his fortress, he violently ripped my family's colors from my chest. He pinned me to the wall, declaring I belonged to him now, forcing his mark on me just to satisfy his club's barbaric rules. The next morning, he treated me like invisible garbage in front of his men, leaving me to face the humiliation of being a bought-and-paid-for trophy. "He's a butcher, El. You'll be a hostage in a den of rabid dogs." My best friend's warning echoed in my head. I was destined to be broken and buried like the outlaw women before me. But I didn't understand why, behind closed doors, his terrifying dominance masked a desperate, agonizing restraint. He didn't break me. He took cold showers and slept in a chair, refusing to share the bed. Why did he claim me so fiercely, only to ice me out the moment we were alone? I refused to be a passive victim waiting for the slaughter. If I had to survive in his cage, I was going to be the one setting the rules. I walked straight into his office, looked the deadliest man in the valley in the eye, and banned him from his own bed.

I was pregnant with my first child, living what I thought was a peaceful life as the wife of a wealthy CEO. Then my husband's ex-fiancée, Olivia, brought her daughter to visit our estate. She moved through my home like she still owned it—pouring his tea from memory, laughing over old stories I'd never been part of. I watched from the edges of my own living room while they rebuilt their past, brick by brick, shutting me outside. Then her daughter wandered down to the lake. By the time I made it to the water's edge—pregnant, slow, the last to arrive—Ethan was already kneeling on the dock, lifting a small, limp body from the dark water. Olivia's scream split the afternoon. And then she turned on me. "You pushed her. You were jealous. You killed my daughter." My husband, the man who had held me hours earlier and promised our son would be a star, looked me in the eye— And said nothing. His silence was the verdict. The police believed her. His mother believed her. The staff looked at me like I was already in handcuffs. I had no alibi they wanted to hear, no voice they wanted to listen to. Just a swollen belly and a name that no longer felt like mine. Then my newborn son, Noah, caught a fever. Ethan let Olivia give him a "natural herbal remedy"—some old family recipe she swore by. I begged him to take Noah to the hospital. He locked me out of the nursery instead. Noah died of respiratory failure hours later. The doctor said if we'd arrived two hours sooner, he would have lived. Instead of grieving with me, Ethan blamed me for both deaths. He claimed Olivia was now barren from the trauma I caused. He locked me in a boarded-up room in the abandoned west wing and told me I would carry his next heir as my "atonement." "You owe us a child." I couldn't understand how my husband could be so blind—how a man who once whispered promises into my hair could look at me like livestock—until I started noticing the gaps in his life. The phone call he silenced when he thought I wasn't looking. The business partners whose names never appeared on any letterhead. The way his mother's charitable foundation seemed to have unlimited funds and zero public donors. This family wasn't just rich. They were buried in something. And Olivia wasn't just a jealous ex. She was inside their machine, a debt I didn't understand yet. But I understood enough to stop crying. Using smuggled napkins and a piece of charcoal, I began sketching under the alias "Phoenix." If Ethan wanted an heir, I would give him one—while building a fashion empire from my cell, buying back my freedom one design at a time, and burning his entire blood-soaked legacy to the ground. He thought he'd locked up a broken wife. He had no idea he'd just created his own destroyer.

The white light faded, leaving me in a Louisiana swamp, mud squelching under my boots. My head throbbed, a familiar echo of the screams and blood from the last game. The System' s voice, tinny and cold, declared my status: "Active. Choice: Continue or Perish." Another round, another nightmare. Our objective? Find "coverings" for Mother Hemlock, a decrepit phantom haunting a sprawling, dilapidated manor. A biker, Jax, tried to defy her. In an instant, she ripped his clothes right off him, leaving him exposed, screaming, before absorbing him and casting him from a high window to become a "patch" for her. Panic set in as we scrambled for scraps, but Mother Hemlock's demands escalated. Others offered the wrong things – metal, useless trinkets – and simply vanished, their screams replaced by the rustle of her growing, tattered robes. Our dwindling supplies meant our turn was coming, and we'd seen what happened when you had nothing left to give. What was this impossible "covering" she truly craved? Through an old telescope, I stared at the horrifying truth: the moon itself wasn' t real. It was a giant, grotesque quilt of stitched material, and her macabre collection was adding to the actual sky. But a haunting Creole lullaby whispered a cryptic clue: "patchwork moon... in the water deep." With resources gone and Mother Hemlock' s final collection imminent, I clung to that chilling song. The sky was high, yes, but what about its reflection? Racing against time, I plunged into the murky bayou, praying the distorted "moon" shimmering on the water's surface held the real answer, the last hope to escape this horrifying, stitched fate.

My mother, Eleanor Vance, was a Broadway legend, but my wife, Chloe, her star pupil and a rising star herself, treated me like an understudy. For two grueling months, Mom was dying, and Chloe, on a "promotional tour" in Europe with her agent, ignored my hundreds of desperate calls and texts. The night Mom passed, Chloe finally picked up, her voice sharp with annoyance. When I told her Mom was gone, she responded with a cold, disbelieving laugh, accusing me of lying and manipulation, then hung up. I buried my mother alone, while Chloe chose to attend a lavish funeral for her agent' s cat, scoffing at my grief and praising his "strength" in mourning a pet. The injustice of it all, the sheer audacity of her betrayal, settled in my bones as a heavy, cold weight. Every interaction with her, from her disingenuous attempts at seduction to her hysterical denial when I said I wanted a divorce, clawed at the last vestiges of my sanity. Her casual disregard for my mother's death felt like a final, devastating blow. Why had she ignored us? How could she be so callous, so utterly devoid of empathy, mourning a cat while my mother' s grave lay fresh? What kind of person pretends their mentor is alive just to avoid confrontation? I packed a shovel in my car and drove her and her agent to Woodlawn Cemetery. It was time to reveal the brutal truth, to force her to face the reality she' d so gleefully ignored, and to finally take back my shattered life.

I was Maddy, once a folk singer with a heart full of songs, now just Ryan Scott' s trophy, living in a gilded cage to pay my mother's medical bills. Then Ethan Lester, the boy who promised me forever before vanishing, reappeared at Ryan' s party, his eyes cold, judgmental, and engaged to the daughter of a music dynasty. Just as I reeled from that shock, my phone rang, a chilling call from Sledge demanding five thousand dollars by nightfall or my mother would pay. Ryan, my supposed protector, ignored my desperate pleas, leaving me to face a brutal attack on my mother and myself, all while Ethan' s fiancé, Gabrielle, held the ultimate power over my father' s wrongful imprisonment. With Ryan proving useless and Ethan trapped by his family, Gabrielle offered me a sinister deal: my father' s freedom in exchange for my death. So I made a choice, sacrificing myself in a fiery crash with Ryan, finally free, or so I thought. Now, haunted by my past and consumed by vengeance, Ethan built a new ghost of me, a rising star who looks just like me, tormenting his wife and becoming the very monster he once fought.

A lie buried deep will eventually be uncovered. A marriage that once seemed perfect is now beginning to crumble. Rafaël, who had secretly hidden the truth, has another wife-and even a child with her. Camila, who had always been loyal and trusting of her husband, is now forced to swallow the bitter truth of Rafaël's betrayal. How will their story unfold? Will it end in happiness, or will it all fall apart? Follow the emotional journey of Rafaël and Camila in this gripping story.

For ten years, I put my ambitious architecture career on hold for my husband Mark, playing the dutiful wife and mother. Finally, with our son older and Mark's company stable, I returned to my dream, leading a monumental project, the Henderson building. But a fabricated crisis, orchestrated by Mark and his high school sweetheart Sarah, derailed everything; they framed me for corporate espionage and had me arrested, landing me in jail. Alone in a stark cell, Mark offered me a cruel deal: give up my son, my home, and all our assets, or face years in prison. They thought they' d broken me, but signing those papers was just the first step in reclaiming my life and making them pay.

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My husband, Edgar, and my mentee, Amelie, betrayed me. He staged a car crash that left me with amnesia, then held me captive for three years, convincing me he was my protector. Meanwhile, Amelie stole my identity, my family's fortune, and became the new "Elise Everett." My parents died of grief, believing I was dead. A slap from Amelie shattered the lies, and my memory came flooding back. I learned the horrifying truth: my perfect life was a prison built on my grave. Forced to play the part of a broken, amnesiac lover, I endured their cruelty, secretly gathering evidence of their crimes. I overheard Edgar confess everything-the crash, my parents' deaths, his plan to keep me as his "obedient pet" forever. He wanted to parade his new wife at his birthday gala, a final humiliation for me. So I offered to plan the party for him. He thought it was a gesture of love. He had no idea I was planning his downfall.

The wedding ring was still cold on my finger when Scarlett, my brand new wife, tossed her phone on the bed. Our Hawaii honeymoon? Canceled. A "business opportunity" came up, she said, already pulling out a sleek black dress. Just a few hours after saying "I do," my world was already shrinking to fit hers. Then came the real unraveling. Left behind in a chaotic foreign riot by the very woman I married and her trusted assistant, I survived hell. I was beaten, starved, and left for dead. When I finally crawled back home, battered and scarred, Scarlett didn't offer comfort – she threw stale pretzels at me and watched with disgust as I ate them off the floor like an animal. Later, she even shoved me down a flight of stairs, leaving me with a ruptured spleen. My life, my love, my very existence was just an inconvenient asset to her. How could the woman I' d loved my entire life treat me like garbage, or worse, a public relations problem? Why was I always the one left broken while she walked away clean? But when her assistant, Dylan, showed up to gloat about orchestrating my near-death experience, confessing every twisted detail of his plan to get rid of me right in front of Scarlett, everything changed. He thought he had manipulated them both, but he made one fatal mistake. Scarlett had finally learned, the hard way, who the real villain was. And now, it was her turn to decide who she was.

I, Seren Ashwyn, was Alpha Caius's obedient fiancée--until my sister ran away on the night of his Luna coronation. He locked silver chains around my limbs, wrapped his hand around my throat, and roared before the entire pack: "I, Caius Blackstone, reject you as my mate!" For two years, he whispered like a curse: "You will never escape me, Seren." But at his grand enthronement, the wolf inside me--silent for twenty years--finally woke. Not for Caius. For him. Alpha Thorne Calderis. The ruthless Mad King watching from the VIP gallery. In one breathless moment, Thorne flipped his table, tore through Caius's guards, and dragged me into his burning arms. His fangs sank into my neck, branding me with his mark. He looked straight at Caius and growled: "She is mine. Who dares touch her?" I watched Caius's eyes turn red with jealousy and regret. Then Thorne carried me away. But freedom is a lie. Thorne didn't take me out of love--he took me as a punishment for a betrayal I didn't commit. Will it already be too late to claim the Luna he destroyed?

I was an artist hired to be a companion for the reclusive billionaire, Kane Miller. I fell in love with the broken man I thought I was saving. Then I discovered the truth. He was secretly recording our intimate moments, only to use deepfake technology to replace my face with my stepsister Coral' s. I wasn't his lover; I was a body double for his obsession. When Coral framed me for assault, Kane didn't just believe her-he watched as his guards beat me. Later, he sent thugs to shatter my right hand, destroying my career as an artist. To protect Coral's reputation before her wedding, he had me thrown in a detention center, coldly calling me a "plaything" he was done with. He destroyed my body, my career, and my heart, all for a woman who was lying to his face. But in that cold cell, I got an offer from the stepfather who had once cast me out. He wanted me to marry a disabled tech heir, Keegan Marks, in exchange for my mother's massive trust fund. I took the deal. I walked out of that jail, left the city, and flew to marry a stranger, finally choosing to escape the man who broke me.

My life was a daily gauntlet of verbal lashings and stinging slaps from my mother, Brenda. My father, Mark, was a ghost in his own home, always looking away. Even my half-sisters, Jessica and Emily, seemed to relish my misery, their laughter echoing like a cruel soundtrack to my twenty years of feeling like a very bad child. But the true torment was the "whisper." Whenever a kind soul—my grandparents, Pastor Miller, or even a compassionate CPS social worker like Ms. Davies—dared to show me an ounce of empathy, Mom would lean in, murmur something unseen, and their eyes would instantly cloud over. Their concern curdled into coldness, then suspicion, finally settling into outright disgust—always directed at me. The physical abuse escalated. My hopeful escapes were crushed, each attempt leading to deeper betrayal, culminating in me being dragged back home by Dr. Reed, a woman who promised salvation but delivered despair. Locked in the damp, decaying basement, forgotten and festering, every ounce of hope evaporated. What unthinkable secret did I carry? What monstrous truth was Brenda whispering that turned everyone against me, leaving me isolated, branded a danger, a problem, a curse? My own biological parents treated me like an abomination, while doting on Mark’s other children. It just didn't make sense. Could I truly be that bad? As consciousness faded from the pills I’d desperately swallowed, a frantic, desperate voice cut through the silence above: Brenda’s. "He needs a new kidney! Evelyn said Sarah is the only option left... What do you think I've been doing?!" The words were a shocking, impossible revelation. My mother, my tormentor, sacrificing everything to protect me from a monstrous truth? The whisper suddenly made a terrifying, twisted kind of sense, and my fight for life began.

Isolde Mitchell knew her wealthy husband was cheating on her, but the true nightmare began when her mother-in-law summoned her. The older woman coldly announced that the mistress was pregnant with a boy and would be moving into their estate. Because Isolde's family had gone bankrupt and she had only given birth to a frail daughter, she was deemed completely worthless. When Isolde packed her bags and demanded a divorce, her husband Clark just laughed. He threatened to use their ironclad prenup to leave her penniless and take full custody of her daughter just to torture her. To make matters worse, he forced Isolde to secure a failing business deal with the ruthless billionaire Jacques Valdez, essentially ordering her to sell her body to get the signature. "If you fail, you will never see Bria again." He even sent his goons to snatch the little girl from her preschool to prove his point. Isolde was completely cornered, trembling with a mix of rage and absolute despair. How could the man she married be such a monster? She would rather die than let them destroy her daughter, but how could a bankrupt mother fight a powerful dynasty with absolutely nothing? Out of options, she looked at the private business card the terrifying billionaire Jacques had unexpectedly given her daughter. Swallowing her pride, she decided to make a deal with the devil himself, ready to use his power to tear her husband's family apart.

You're not just hired, Belle. You're mine." His hot breath fanned against my neck as he pinned me against the wall. The words should have made me run. But the way he said them... it was dark, commanding, and dangerously tempting. It made it impossible to move. _____________ When Belle walked into Marlowe Corporation, all she wanted was stability for herself and her twins. What she didn't expect was to come face to face with the father she never told them about. The moment their eyes met, memories of the past resurfaced, along with all the secrets she's been hiding ever since. A job offer she couldn't refuse A chemistry she couldn't control. Now, she's working for him, and quitting isn't an option. But this isn't just a job anymore. When Zalden Marlowe discovers the truth that she's the mother of his children, nothing will ever be the same.