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By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

"Alphas, are you sure that you are willing to take this risk? It could easily backfire and she could die" Marique said. I just stared at Mariette, I knew right then that we needed to make a decision, not only for the better of this pack and for the better of her. I knew that this decision wasn't going to be one that we could take lightly. I knew that this decision would ultimately shape the future. I looked up and I saw Aris stare at me. I could see the worry on his face, but I knew this look as well ... he was looking at me with eyes, wanting approval. I just sighed and moved off to the side, nodding at him. I constantly tried to keep my eyes on Mariette and Aris. I couldn't let anything happen to her. I can't afford to loose her, not now, not when we had finally found her. Marique inserted the needle into Aris's vein and allowed his blood to flow into a small tube. She connected the tube to Mariette and I knew there was nothing we could do now, but wait. Mariette was just a normal vampire, who accidentally stumbled across her triplet mates on her way to school. She led her life normal, living next to the forest, thinking that vampires were the only supernatural species left alive. She soon discovers that she was mated to Triplet Alphas from a neighboring pack, close to her home. When the triplets came to know the news that Mariette would have to undergo a life-changing transformation, would they be able to cope with the risk that they might even end up losing her forever? Will they be able to adjust to life in their pack with, or without her by their side?

"Don't you know how to fake a smile anymore? Those irritating little smiles of yours that screamed nothing but desperation? We're making an appearance in front of several high calibre people for goodness sake. You must carry this facade on without any slip, Rosalie.” He said.  My chest pinched, and I looked away, pretending to adjust my bracelet to hide the pain. “I know."  ~                                    ~ “Rosaline...” Ezra murmured. “Why help me to ruin a man you once loved?”   "Why?" I repeated. "Because they took everything from me—the one thing I loved more than life itself. They destroyed my life, my reputation, my happiness, all to serve their own selfish agendas. Him and his mistress. I've been maltreated and betrayed severally, countlessly! But no more. It's my turn to take what I deserve: their pain, their humiliation, their downfall." I paused, my face hardening into an expression of pure, vengeful rage. "And I will make them suffer for it.” *                  *.             * Rosalie’s journey had been a tumultuous one– betrayal and pain. The transactional marriage that she had entered into, hoping one day it would turn around to be a marriage for love, had instead left her heartbroken and betrayed. Her ex- husband’s infidelity, coupled with an unimaginable cruelty that he had subjected her to, had shattered her beyond repair.  Now, fueled by a desire for vengeance, Rosalie had returned to seek revenge on those who had wronged her. Joining forces with her ex-husband's rival, a ruthless business tycoon who harbored his own grudges against her ex-husband, she plotted a scheme that would bring them both justice...and ruin.

Blurb "Jace, no," I whimpered softly knowing it was what I was supposed to say but my heart wasn't so sure. It felt good. So good to be wrong. Yet it was. His voice, too deep for a teenager and his words, so sweet and convincing that all I could feel was how right he was. "Oh Sweetness! What is so wrong about this? I know you want me as much as I want you. How can it be wrong?" he cooed as his thumb stroked me once more. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I wanted more. How was it possible to want something I could never have so bad? "See how wet you are for me?" he whispered in my ear. "You are my brother!" ★★★ A highschool junior nerd, a senior playboy and a forbidden romance. Tess Prescott is used to being her father's only child after her mother died when she was five years old. Eleven years later, her father decides to marry again. Tess not only has to adjust to having a mother figure in her life again but also having a brother. Jace is not the typical stepbrother who just wants to be grumpy and rude to his stepfather and stepsister. He is hot, charming and a playboy, every quality that Tess has always walked away from. Even she finds herself pulled towards his nature and his advances towards her awaken something she had never considered before. This time should be easier to shut them off because Jace is her stepbrother but all it takes is one night in the house alone and she can never look at him like her brother again.

Slowly his hands glide up from my hips, up my back to the base of my hairline tilting my head down so that our foreheads touch. His eyes are closed and his breath is just as ragged at mine. “What on earth was that?” I ask “The best damn kiss of my life. Worth waiting almost 3 years to kiss you like that” My cheeks flush red at the comment. We have kissed a handful of times over the years. Usually instigated in a moment of weakness by Dimetrius but never anything like that. That kiss was dripping with desire from both sides. It definitely wasn’t one sided, I could feel what that kiss did to him through the hard length pressing against the inside of my thigh through his pants. I figured, why not throw it all at the wind and take a chance. I maintain eye contact with him as I slowly run my hands down the front of his chest, his eyes don’t leave mine as he sits dangerously still. I bring my hands back up his body again as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I adjust myself on his lap, so that now im sitting directly on top of his hard length and lean down to kiss him stopping just short with a smirk on my face. “Amelia” he says my name almost like a warning. That if I push him too far he is scared that he wont be able to stop. Once those flood gates are open, will either of us be strong enough to close them. I’m risking everything in this moment. I’m risking any future with Abran, and I’m risking my friendship with my best friend I am currently straddling. Fuck it

"No offense but you are always so grumpy, it's actually kind of cute." I bluntly say to him and watch him throw me a nasty glare, I just giggle at that. "I'm not." he defends himself in a calm yet stern voice keeping his face emotionless. "sure." I find myself saying sarcastically. I think I'm too drunk  because there is no way a sober River will have the courage to hold a conversation with a very grumpy Killian. I expect another scary glare to come towards me but instead I meet with a soft gaze that stares at me with an unreadable expression. "I'm not." This time he says softly, I see him biting back a small smile and , he smiles. I've never seen him smiling before, not this way. Standing on the edge of life, River breathes in and lets himself adjust into a new life, into a new family. After a horrifying past he finds his life wrapped around a shaggy orphanage and several foster homes which makes it hard to believe that he is actually being adopted. Having a family was always a desire of him but to his burnt luck, he doesn't feel like he belongs in his adoptive family. Everyone and everything around him make it clear that he wasn't born to be happy. River is waiting for another push, one last push to end it all and fall from the edge and that's when a grumpy looking Killian Price steps into his life. River can't decide if Killian is the saviour or the devil himself. River's life meets with unexpected secrets mixed with burning desire, adorning the melancholic attire. Soon, he finds out he isn't the only one standing on the edge of the cliff, or he realises he is far from the edge.

Even the street punks knew that in Chicago, Catherine Leone was untouchable. I had three deadly protectors watching my back. My husband, Raphael Falcone, was the youngest underboss in the Chicago Outfit. He was known for his cold, iron-fisted rule, yet in a crowded room, he would kneel to adjust the hem of my gown. My childhood friend, Luca Vizzini, the family's brilliant new consigliere. He'd sworn to protect me since we were kids. And my twin brother, Salvatore Leone, who cherished me above all else. He took over the family at eighteen and treated me like royalty, making me the most envied Principessa in the underworld. On my twenty-eighth birthday, I waited in the living room all day, clutching a pregnancy test with two solid lines, ready to share the news that would change everything. Instead, they brought me my brother's body, murdered by a drug dealer hailed as a hero. And standing before me was my husband, Raphael Falcone, ready to clear the murderer's name. "Tell me why," A scream clawed at my throat, but I fought it down, "You know damn well who the murderer is." "Catherine, control yourself." It was Luca Vizzini, my childhood friend, who tied my hands. "Salvatore's gone, but you still have us. You're still Mrs. Falcone, still the Principessa of the Leone family." "The Leones have looked after Chiara for years. You know her father is all she has." They wanted me to confess to my brother’s fabricated crimes and apologize to Chiara. But they forget. Before I was Raphael's wife, I was Catherine Leone. A master hacker who could breach any system. I will deliver my own justice in ways they cannot imagine. And I will make them regret it.

“Where did you go?” He questioned, not bothering to adjust his unbuttoned shirt. I had run away but here I was coming to apologize for my actions. “You think you can come and go as you please?” His fingers pressed against my cheeks, firm but not painful, forcing me to meet his gaze. “No, I—I,” I stammered, but before I could finish, his lips almost grazing mine, he interrupted, his tone ice-cold. “You will go home this instant,” he spoke, his face dark. “And you'll stay there till I get back,” he barked out his orders, his eyes boring into mine. “Who do you think you are to order me around,” I thought to respond but my lips wouldn’t make a sound. I didn't fight back. I couldn’t. Without another word, I turned and walked away, his gaze searing into my back. ~~~~~~~~~~ After a steamy night with a sexy stranger, Elena finds out she is pregnant. She is sent abroad to study by her father. Unknown to her, when she comes back five years later her father arranged for her to marry Damien Landon, the illegitimate son of a powerful family. Feeling caged in a loveless marriage and finding out her husband has another woman, Elena decided to run away but the past she ran away from followed after her. Things get complicated when she meets her Ex Cornell Grey, who has now become a charming billionaire. He set his sights again on Elena, trying to win her back. Torn between the two powerful men asking for her back and haunted by secrets of her past, Elena must navigate love, betrayal, and the cost of a marriage built on lies.

Clara Davis is a trained seductress and elite nightclub performer, sent on a dangerous mission to infiltrate the life of billionaire Jeffery Rothwell and seize control of his empire. Outwardly charming, innocent, and irresistible, she hides a ruthless mind and deadly skills, willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish her goal because her freedom to live a normal life depends on that mission. Every interaction, every seduction, and every performance brings her closer to her objective, but also risks exposing her in ways she cannot predict. As Clara embeds herself deeper into Jeffery’s world, she unexpectedly falls in love with him, violating her organization’s rules and putting herself at risk. Jeffery, observant and dominant, soon uncovers her true motives. His response is brutal. He assaults her, removes her inner organs, and forces facial and body reconstruction, declaring her dead. Reborn under a new identity, Clara must adjust to a reality dominated by fear, power, and obsession, walking beside a man whose control is absolute. As psychological games of dominance, desire, and manipulation intensify, Clara uncovers fragments of the Rothwell family’s past, including the shocking truth that the real Jeffery died years ago and the man she serves is a master assassin secretly controlling the empire. Every choice she makes carries risk, and every step is fraught with danger. Forbidden love turns to searing hatred as Clara confronts the assassin Jeffery and the resurfacing real Rothwell, forcing her to reconcile her past, her reborn identity, and the deadly truths surrounding her. Clara must embrace her new self, wield her intelligence and strength, and survive in a world where power is absolute, desire is weaponized, and love is no longer a refuge. Nothing is as it seems, and every choice comes at a dangerous cost.