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Savage Sons MC complete series
Havoc - Havoc A sweet like honey accent and a pair of hips I couldn't keep my eyes off. That's how it started. Darcie Summers was playing the part of my old lady to keep herself safe but we both know it's more than that. There's something real between us. Something passionate and primal.Something my half brother's stupidity will rip apart unless I can get to her in time. Darcie A pretend outlaw boyfriend to keep me safe until I could go home. It all sounded so easy. Until I started to get to know him. Until he kissed me. And then I was lost. I need Havoc more than I've ever needed another person. Especially now, when my ex fiances betrayal threatens my very life. Cyber - Cyber Everyone has that ONE person that got away, right? The one who you wished you had treated differently. For me, that girl has always been Iris. So when she turns up on Savage Sons territory needing help, I am the man for the job. The only man for the job. Every time I look at her I see the beautiful girl I left behind but Iris is no longer that girl. What I put into motion years ago has shattered her into a million hard little pieces. And if I'm not careful they will cut my heart out. Iris He still sees the weak girl I was years ago, I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. Cyber thinks I need saving. He thinks he can save the day. But there's one thing he hasn't worked out yet....He's the villain in this story... Fang- Fang. The first time I saw her, she was sat on the side of the road drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. The second time was when I hit her dog. I had promised myself never to get involved with another woman after the death of my wife. But Gypsy Rose was different. Sweeter, kinder and with a mouth that could make a sailor blush. She was also too good for me. I am Fang, President of the Savage Sons. I am not a good man, I've taken more lives than I care to admit even to myself. I am the total opposite of the free-spirited Gypsy Rose. But I'm going to keep her anyway. Gypsy Rose Relocating was meant to be a fresh start. A chance to start over. It wasn't a lot to ask, Until the president of the local motorcycle club started taking an interest in me. I shouldn't want Fang. He is everything I despise in a man. Too alpha, too loud and worst of all he knows how to press all of my buttons. But he isn't the only man after me. And when my past catches up with me, not even the president of the Savage Sons MC will be able to escape it. Monster- Monster They call me Monster, and no one can blame them. I am the man the Savage Sons call in when they want something really unsavoury doing. My job was meant to be simple, seduce the police chiefs daughter and leak the pictures to the press. No biggie. Except now I've kissed, touched and tasted her. I can't get enough. She might have the face of an angel but I'm not fooled. Angela is as dark and twisted as I am. The devil in her might just give my monster a run for its money. Angela He calls me angel but that couldn't be further from the truth. I am no angel. A darkness lives inside of me. One that rivals even his. Monster should be careful. Theres no going back when you get into bed with the devil. Hansel - Hansel I didn't mean to say the words; they just fell out of my mouth. And the moment I said them, I wished I could take them back. I was angry at her, and she was always angry at me. We had wanted to hurt each other. That was why the words came screaming out of my mouth. And I knew... I just knew that I had gone too far. The way she recoiled from me was a punch to the gut. I tried, I really tried to form the words to make her believe I hadn't meant it. But by then it was too late. The front door had already slammed shut behind her. I knew it was the end of our marriage, the end of the life we had always dreamt of having with one another. The end of me and her. One sentence and my life imploded before my eyes. And now she is back and embroiled in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a killer. And she's firmly on his radar... the worst thing though? The killer just might be someone we know. Who am I meant to trust, if I can't trust, my brothers in The Savage Sons? I won't fail her though, not ever again. When this is all over, she will be mine again and this time I won't be letting her go. It's time we got our happily ever after./0/29311/coverorgin.jpg?v=b17feb4b47a369917b6d584fe2d7ca14&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Melting his Cold heart.
Theodore De’Leon , 30 year old smoking hot billionaire In LA, also the CEO of lardons tech corp . He also runs the Mafia in Sicily , Italy . He was just a young boy when his entire family were brutally murdered by their enemy, Giovanni Romano. Theodore , enraged and heart broken, swore on his parents grave that he would take revenge no matter the cost. After long years of hiding , Theodore is finally ready to carry out his revenge . As a part of his revenge , he arranges a fake marriage to Aria Romano , the first daughter of the Romanos’./0/84792/coverorgin.jpg?v=d91b9c117bd5efe7af4f326492215e48&imageMogr2/format/webp)
More Than Worthless
I married into the Sterling family, only to find myself alone on my wedding night, my husband, Mark Sterling, nowhere to be found. When he finally returned, he looked at me with disdain, sneering that I was "all ambition and no class," and admitted he was forced to marry me. My empire, built from nothing, suddenly felt worthless in his eyes. Days later, I overheard his cruel laughter and words: "Ava? She' s utterly bland. Tasteless, really." My company, the "goldmine" he coveted, was just a means to an end. The last illusion shattered, and I signed the divorce papers I had discreetly prepared, leaving them on his desk as I fled the city. Five years passed. I returned, a successful CEO of a global tech empire, and found him at a high-profile auction. Mark, arrogant as ever, tried to humiliate me by outbidding me on a car, convinced I was still the penniless woman he had discarded. He dragged me into the dirt, mocked me, and had me beaten for merely existing. The crowd, a chorus of old money and false smiles, reveled in my public humiliation, showering me with insults and even physical abuse. Why did they believe all his lies? Why was my success met with such venom? Why did they choose to dehumanize a woman they knew nothing about, based solely on his word? I had built an empire, yet in his eyes and the eyes of this city, I was still just "worthless trash" without him. But they didn't know the truth. They didn't know the power I now wielded, nor the influential man who stood silently by my side. As I lay there, bleeding and bruised, I knew this was just the beginning of my reckoning./0/91281/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d27a06bfb0ee1fe338aedeb8879ce17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late for Sorry (Chasing my Wife Back)
ADRIAN Cole had it all. Wealth, power, a beautiful wife, and a daughter who adored him. But one mistake... one affair... and one phone call from his mistress was enough to shatter the perfect life he thought he controlled. When Amelia walked away, she didn't just leave her husband behind, she carried a secret of her own, a secret that would change everything. Now Adrian is left chasing shadows of the woman who once loved him, realizing too late that money and pride can't heal the wounds of betrayal. But the road back to Amelia's heart isn't just blocked by her pain, it's poisoned by the jealousy of her own sister, whose hidden hatred runs deeper than anyone could imagine. Caught between regret, family betrayal, and the fight for the woman he once took for granted, Adrian must prove that his love is real this time. But what if Amelia's forgiveness is the one thing he can never buy back? A story of betrayal, heartbreak, and redemption. Will love survive when it's already too late for sorry?/0/80250/coverorgin.jpg?v=8134a3c5078ef028df7bc4ea67380226&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Day My Fairytale Died
My life with Ethan Hayes was a true New York fairytale. He was devastatingly handsome, a brilliant tech CEO, and our engagement was the stuff of lifestyle blogs and glittering society columns. I poured my heart into our eight years together, building a perfect future, a "Golden Couple" image people envied. Until I found the texts: "Can't wait until she's out of the picture for good. You promised." And then the photos, the eggplant emoji, the casual cruelty of a Cartier bracelet – "one-of-a-kind," he'd said – glinting on *her* wrist, identical to mine. Chloe Vance, an old college acquaintance, was his secret "escape," his "excitement." Not just a fling, but a long-term, calculated betrayal. He lavished gifts on me, charming me even as he publicly defended her, dismissing my concerns. He even gave his pregnant mistress his family heirloom, the one he swore was meant only for me. My birthday ended with him ditching me for her manufactured crisis, only for me to receive a photo of Chloe's pregnancy report. Eight years. A lifetime of promises. All built on his lies. How could someone be so utterly, flawlessly deceptive? My love for him turned to ice, replaced by a searing ache of betrayal and a cold, quiet rage. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't scream. I pressed call on Liam Walker's name, a man from a past I’d left behind, and uttered four words that would change everything: "Marry me, Liam." It was time for a reckoning. And I knew just how to deliver it./0/86739/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1fd97b0716beacbe44f1d9307c98f3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My New Beginning
I had a secret: for three years, Liam Hayes, my brother's best friend and five years my junior, was mine in the dark. I loved him completely, even sacrificing career opportunities for him. When I finally asked for us to be open, I discovered his true intentions were to use me to make his childhood sweetheart, Sarah Jenkins, jealous. The devastating truth hit hard: during an accident where I broke my ankle, Liam abandoned me for Sarah's minor paper cut. Then, at the hospital, he publicly denied knowing me, claiming I was just "Ryan' s sister," before kissing Sarah intensely in front of me, shattering any illusions I had left. The humiliation deepened when I overheard his friends casually discussing his plan to propose to Sarah at an upcoming music festival, using me as the unwitting backdrop by having me sing backup vocals on the song he wrote for her. My world crumbled; I was nothing but a pawn in his manipulative game. The emotional wounds festered as I struggled to comprehend how someone I loved could be so cruel and calculating. How could I have been so blind to his true nature? The betrayal was too deep to reconcile. In a pivotal moment, knowing I couldn't endure another second of being his fool, I made a life-altering decision. I cut all ties, resigned from my job, left the city, and accepted an arranged marriage to a kind, stable man, Marcus Thorne, to rebuild my shattered life./0/83819/coverorgin.jpg?v=fdfdcc5c20cd68ffccd4feac649740f8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Can't Afford My Happiness Now
My wedding day. The music swelled at the Boston Yacht Club. I stood at the altar, eyes fixed on the aisle, waiting for Sarah, my fiancée. The woman I' d built my tech career around. The doors opened. There she was, beautiful, but her face was a hard mask I didn' t recognize. She took the microphone from the officiant. "Ethan," she announced, her voice amplified for everyone to hear. "I can' t marry you today." The silence was physical. "I' m pregnant," she continued, a small, triumphant smile on her lips. "And the baby isn' t yours, Ethan. It' s Mark' s." Mark. Her high-school boyfriend. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. "But don' t worry," she added, her voice dropping intimatel, yet still heard by all. "You' re a good man. I need that for my child. So, you wait for me. I' ll have the baby, Mark and I will get this out of our systems, and then, once my child has a stable home-your home-I' ll marry you." She was using my love as a weapon, demanding I be her reliable wallet after she was done playing house with the man she actually wanted. She was humiliating me in front of everyone, assuming I was that weak. That I was that devoted. The all-consuming fire of my love was extinguished, replaced by a profound, chilling emptiness. I turned, walked past the shocked faces, and didn' t look back. Hours later, a powerful man and his brilliant daughter made me an insane offer. Marry her. A cold, calculated business transaction to erase my public disgrace. It was exactly what I needed./0/88037/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c9d025af2d1535d2b3068982c623f4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Is Sweet, Love Is Sweeter
My husband, Emit Arnold, only touches me when he's too drunk to remember he hates my guts. For three years, he's blamed me for the death of his true love, Everleigh. Yesterday, he brought a woman home who had plastic surgery to look exactly like her. Then my own twin children stood before me and told me to get out. "Daddy brought our new mommy home," they said. "You have to leave now." The woman, my adoptive sister Gigi, then deliberately cut her own leg with a knife and blamed me for it. When Emit saw her bleeding, he didn't hesitate. He shoved me to the floor. Later, his sister Isadora slapped me, her eyes burning with hate. "I'm the one who told everyone you killed Everleigh," she hissed. "And I'll keep telling them." My children, my husband, my in-laws—they all chose the woman wearing a dead person's face over me. The love I had held onto for so long was finally gone. That night, he cornered me in my room, ripped the dress from my body, and called me filthy. He thought I would break. Instead, I walked back into the living room, picked up the divorce papers I had already prepared, and threw them right in his face./0/22823/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca54299684b203c59c62fc7277b22003&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Truth Or Dare
Audrey and Aaron were both suffering from same ailment which is totally obstructing them to view the other beautiful part of life. Audrey, a brave and confident pretty lady detest guys so much, she gives no room for interaction with them for she believes they are all the same; men are scum. Aaron, an easy going but cute and handsome guy, on the other side also despise girls badly, girls would always wanted to talk him but he would only snubbed them; he strongly believes women are all the same, they didn't worth to be seen around men, women are betrayal. What will it takes before this two strong hearted would softened? Watch as Truth or Dare game turned everything around. It's a highschool story, you wouldn't afford to miss it./0/89984/coverorgin.jpg?v=6955d7ac93b51fc85451cddc2a90b2fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Sister-in-Law, My Hell
The church doors opened, and my wedding day shattered. My groom, Colby, turned from me at the altar, his eyes fixed on his pregnant sister-in-law, Camryn. He led her down the aisle as if she were the bride, leaving me a statue in white lace. He begged me to stay, promising his love, claiming duty to his dead brother. Foolishly, I believed him, only to find Camryn' s suitcases already in our new home./0/97122/coverorgin.jpg?v=3ea8e6f8e0553f28f9e98eaf54851517&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Deathbed Wish: His True Love
On my deathbed, my husband of ten years held my hand. He didn't pray for my soul, but for a next life where he could finally be with his true love, Bianca, free from me. A single tear fell as I died. And then, I woke up. I was twenty-five again, back on the day I found him after he' d been missing for five years with amnesia. Last time, I forced his memories to return. It worked, but it drove Bianca to suicide, and he spent the rest of our lives resenting me for it. His care for me as I slowly died from ALS was his penance, not his love. My love had been his cage. So this time, when his father called to say he was found, I didn' t rush to the hospital. I walked into his parents' office, slid my terminal ALS diagnosis across the table, and broke our engagement. "He has a new life," I said. "I won't be his burden." This time, I would grant his wish./0/27690/coverorgin.jpg?v=55eec7bd8c6ddef6ed23f46ede30247b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ENCHANTED BY A CURSE PRINCE
They are triplet Three brothers Three princes DARREL...... Yah just Darrel, he's the coolest among the triplet. He's not the hot tempered type..... He got this amazing looks that can drive any girl crazy but he is not a flirt. He has a girlfriend he loves so much and can die for......he's quite dangerous when it comes to his girlfriend and also bad REX.......You can called him a sex freak prince. He always wants to screw anything in skirt. He's girlish and a funny jerk....... He got a secret lodge where he wandered at night and bring any girl he wants to him. Trust me, he doesn't believe in the shit called Love Norman : The last one of the triplet........ Cute with those purple eyes and red plump lips........ He's the last prince. He was unpredictable and his expression are always dark and cold. He's cool...... Yeah very cool and hardly speaks But avoid him, he's calm but very dangerous and violent. No one has ever seen prince Norman at day time...... Since Prince Norman was bored, the people of New Orleans has been given a rule by the king not to set eyes on him at daytime besides his brothers, his only sister, mother, the king and also the maid taking care of him. Apart from this people no other outsider are allowed to set eyes on him at daytime and in accordance to this rule he had always stayed indoors and only come out at night It's an order and none of the citizens got the right to question the kings order and of course disobeying means death But what happened when a girl named Giselle encountered with a strange guy What happened when the guy turned out to be the last prince forfeit to see the light of the day?? What's gonna befall Giselle and her household What secret is the royal family hiding from the people?? And lastly why is prince Norman been kept in dark??/0/85442/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d3ed6bbe5e8f233badc2b99ce5cda8e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Son, His Secret
For five years, I clung to the memory of Liam, my husband, lost to a mysterious accident. Then he reappeared, a month ago, but he was a stranger, stripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Chloe, the sweet, innocent woman he' d met while he was gone. Now, Chloe, pregnant with Liam' s child, slid a half-million-dollar check across my own mahogany table, a cruel offer to buy me out of my marriage. Liam, when he walked in, only cemented my nightmare, his face softening for her and hardening in cold impatience for me, accusing me of bothering her in my own home. He even suggested I help Chloe plan their wedding, believing her lies about his lost child that once was ours. Cold rage replaced my heartbreak; if he wanted a wedding planner, I' d be the best-and then disappear, completely. But Chloe' s cruelty didn' t stop. She orchestrated my kidnapping, gloating that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a drug she' d used for years to erase me. When Liam found me, battered and bruised, he accused me of faking it all to frame Chloe. My world shattered, but amidst the wreckage, an email arrived: my permanent residency in New Zealand was approved. I signed the divorce papers, ready to leave, just as my brother texted: Liam had another accident, hit his head, and remembered everything. Without hesitation, I broke my phone' s SIM card and tossed it, choosing to leave the pieces of my past behind. Two years later, Liam, haunted and remorseful, found me in New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was broken, desperate to know about the son clinging to my leg-Leo. "No, Liam. He is not yours. He is mine." I told him, crushing his impossible hope. I explained that the love I had for him, and our future, had simply transferred to Leo, the family we were supposed to have. At Leo' s first birthday, a deranged Chloe attacked me with a knife, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), threw himself in front of me, and took the fatal blow, paying his debt. I felt nothing but a transaction completed; his life for my stolen five years. Later, a tall, impeccably dressed stranger arrived, his face uncannily like Leo' s. "My name is Julian Davenport," he said, his gaze fixed on my son. "I believe you have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It seems they gave you the premier sample by mistake. So, I've come to collect him."/0/89660/coverorgin.jpg?v=378d582c1ac107f7675f9d8580508724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, His True Love
I was the Morgan family's charity case, secretly in love with their eldest son, Desmond. For years, he promised me a future, a life where I wasn't just the orphan they took in for good press. Then, at the dinner where I thought he would propose, he introduced me to his fiancée, a beautiful tech heiress. As I reeled from the heartbreak, his younger brother, Antone, swept in to comfort me. I fell for him, only to discover I was just a pawn in his game—he was secretly in love with Desmond's fiancée and was using me to keep me away from them. Before I could even process this second betrayal, the Morgan parents announced they were marrying me off to a disabled tech mogul in Seattle to secure another business deal. The final blow came on the family yacht. I fell into the ocean with the fiancée, and I watched as both brothers—the man I once loved and the man who pretended to love me—swam right past me to save her, leaving me to drown. In their eyes, I was nothing. A placeholder, a business asset, and ultimately, a sacrifice they were willing to make without a second thought. But I didn't die. As the private jet carried me to Seattle to marry a stranger, I took out my phone and deleted every last trace of the Morgan family from my life. My new life, whatever it held, had begun./0/58513/coverorgin.jpg?v=a7bd47d88abe193207f98cf5d002063d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sister Mate
It was just a week before Asena's wedding when she suddenly died of heart cancer. Heartbroken, Alpha Asher, her mate, almost committed suicide by adding wolfsbane into his drink. Lilah, Asena's immediate sister, caught him in the act and drank the alcohol instead. Intoxicated, they both woke up the next morning in bed. This was a secret and a terrible memory until Lilah discovered she was pregnant with her late sister's mate. How would Conan, Lilah's mate react to these? Would true love prevail? Hearts would shatter, rules would be left, un-followed, in this romance-filled werewolf story./0/88038/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed3fcd9a1a733cd51476409b12b4b1b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unseen Love, Her Blind Regret
For five years, I was the perfect husband to my wife, Jorja. I was the man who supposedly healed her broken heart after her first love, Cale, left her. Now Cale was back, and she insisted we all have dinner together. Suddenly, a fight broke out at the next table. A man flung a bowl of steaming hot soup, and it flew directly towards us. In that split second, I watched my wife lunge. Not towards me, but towards Cale, shielding him with her own body. The scalding liquid hit my arm and chest, the pain searing through me. While I gasped in agony, Jorja fussed over a tiny splash on Cale's hand. "We need to go to the emergency room right now!" she cried, rushing him out the door. She paused only to look back at me. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You can take a taxi to the hospital, right?" After five years of selfless care, of giving up my art scholarship to Paris to be her live-in cure, I was abandoned, covered in second-degree burns. As I sat alone in the ER, an email arrived. My scholarship had been reinstated. That night, I didn't go back to her house. I went to start the life she had stolen from me./0/28015/coverorgin.jpg?v=9217d275183e42d4c085ddd2681308d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Two Billionaires
Who said a parallel universe does not exist! He swore never to fall in love again. He's ruthless and cold. Lucas Quinn, is rich beyond anyone's wildest imagination and no one has ever been able to get close to him. All he cares about in life is perfection, which he always is looking for in novels and what not. But then an unruly, perfectly imperfect lady, Tasha Rowan, bumps into him, ruining a first edition book signed by the best-selling classic author in town. And she is the exact version of his dead girlfriend!/0/88687/coverorgin.jpg?v=dbd1a646ebb2571d65f6b78f65352ee1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wears Many Faces: Hers, Mine
Three years. That' s how long I spent in prison, taking the fall for the man I loved, Case Stevens, believing his promise of marriage and a future. But the moment I walked out, I discovered his sweet words were a meticulously crafted lie, a cruel game orchestrated with my university rival, Blair Kelley, to destroy me and my family. They humiliated me publicly, forcing me into a mock proposal with a dog, while my father lay dying in a hospital, his care deliberately withdrawn by Case to seize control of our family company. At my father' s funeral, I learned Blair had mixed his ashes into her "art," a twisted masterpiece she then set ablaze, burning the last physical piece of him. I was beaten by Case' s friends, left for dead, my body broken, my spirit shattered. I was dying, but a doctor, Axel Everett, offered me a chance at a new life, a chance to become a ghost in the world that had betrayed me./0/19904/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a8962dbcde9d377429259cd4bd30e70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fighter and I
Could you fall in love with the man that ends up hurting your brother in the ring? Layla wanted Derek from the first moment she set her eyes upon him, but when she see's him in action she's not so sure he is the right man for her. Can Derek prove to her he's ready to settle down and be the kind of man she needs or will he lose her forever?/0/89985/coverorgin.jpg?v=44d70573ff18f449298d83e975ecdc0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
