Hell on Heels

Lone Wolf: Claiming a Youngblood

Iris Youngblood is the youngest daughter of the pack leader of the Youngblood Pack as an alpha. Her mother was killed while going to get her fiver year old daughter medication for an ear infection. Iris's father blamed her for her mother's death that caused him to go cold hearted. Her oldest brother and sister was able to place Iris into the hands of humans to keep her safe from her father's abuse that she had received for five years. Eight years after being placed with humans, she met Logan Blue who was a Lone Wolf. A werewolf that was orphan that was raised by wolves rather than werewolves. He was a drifter that found jobs in places he settled for short time until he met Iris when he realized that she was his mate when he became a her gym teacher in her last year of high school. While trying to keep Iris safe from her father's hand, her brother was able to free those that kept in her father's prison as well as the prison of Steven Carter of who Iris's father promised her too at a young age. The prisoners found their way to Easton where Iris and Logan was placed into a pack of their own of refugees from the Youngblood Pack and Blue Moon Pack that was kept prisoned for little to no wrong doing. Will Logan step up as Alpha and Iris as his Luna as they figure out how to protect their new founded pack?

Falling for Holly: A Christmas Love Story

Meet Holly Winter and Blake Lincoln. Blake father's leaked out fake information about his son is looking for his wife for Christmas when Holly's little sister sent an email to Blake's father that lead Blake to travel to Holly's hometown in Gloucester, Ma. Blake's father made a deal with him to go meet Holly and see if there was an sparks that could possible happened. Holly's parents and Blake's parents are old time friends that lost contact over the years. The Lincoln' s was unaware that the Winter's parents have lost their lives in what looked like a robbery in their Christmas shop that Holly now runs. Holly has been struggling from her parent's death from three years ago. Will Blake find his wife like his father hoped for by Christmas or will his father's plan fail to find Blake a wife and help the Winter Sisters?

My Butterfly: You Cannot Fly From Me

Maya is house sitting for her brother while he was on a business trip. She didn't realize what type of business that her brother was in when the home was broken into. She learned who her brother really was by this intruder but doesn't believe him. They played house when unwanted house guests started to pop up that lead to a night that would leave Maya confused about how she felt about the man in her brother's home that keeps calling her Butterfly.

My Instant Family

Liam Grant the owner of Grant's Corporation recognized Mariah Hunter in the elevator in his business. A one nightstand that he had almost four years prior. There was something that was new about her that he quickly realized. She had a child with her. He found out that the son was hers and she worked in the building that he owned and run his headquarters. He decided to go down to the building's child care center that he placed for the employees that worked within the building. Ethan Hunter looked like Liam and was the age that would match to the time that Mariah and Liam had their one night stand on. A fire breaks out that made him to confront Mariah. He realized that he had an Instant Family and wanted to be in Ethan's life and try to see where Liam and Mariah's connection can go. Liam will go through many challenges as he steps into his father role as for Ethan has autism and is has a high IQ for a three year old.

The Story of Us: Spencer & Meadow

Spencer and Meadow tells their love story to their four children after their daughter announced that she getting married. Meadow was supposed to be just a one night stand when she showed up with Spencer's sister in Boston pregnant during the COVID-19 lockdown. Spencer at the time wasn't looking for love or interested in the one. He didn't realize that his mind made it up for him when he discovered the pregnancy when Meadow started to show symptoms. They explain to their four children about their love and hardship of their lives.

Falling for Jaylon

Ruby Clark ran from her evil stepmother and her plans to get her dead father's inheritance. She found herself in a warehouse that was being owned by badboy Jaylon Cunning. Jaylon needed Ruby to make his dying father happy by settling down before he dies from cancer. Jaylon found out why Ruby agreed to the terms of the marriage when he moved up the timeline for their marriage to protect her due to his connections by making her his wife. Will they learn to love each other or will their marriage be filled with regrets? How will they deal with the challenges that is throw in their way as they learn about each other?

Sexy Behind The Mask

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

Traded Husbands, Tangled Hearts: Can Destiny Be Changed?

In their previous lives, Gracie married Theo. Outwardly, they were the perfect academic couple, but privately, she became nothing more than a stepping stone for his ambition, and met a tragic end. Her younger sister Ellie wed Brayden, only to be abandoned for his true love, left alone and disgraced. This time, both sisters were reborn. Ellie rushed to marry Theo, chasing the success Gracie once had-unaware she was repeating the same heartbreak. Gracie instead entered a contract marriage with Brayden. But when danger struck, he defended her fiercely. Could fate finally rewrite their tragic endings?