HER SHADOWED PAST

THE ROGUE LUNA.

After the death of her mother, things went downhill for Blaire Simpson. She'd to live with her abusive father and a sister, who cared less about her existence. However, on the night of her eighteenth birthday, fate took another turn for her, when she found out who she really was. Still dealing with the life shocking revelation, she also found out her mate was her boss's step brother, Alpha Ryder, the Tribid Alpha King of the Navarre Kingdom, one of the strongest shifter kingdoms in America. It would've been a great news for her, except that she came from a long line of rogue wolves and the unspoken rule was, "A rogue can never lead a pack or be it's Luna." Blaire who'd wanted a new life, found herself running away from the one fate had chosen for her.

THE GUARDIAN.

Lucas Ozera isn't your normal teen. He is a member of the ancient vampire race, the Morois and unlike several morois, his family are among the Moroi Secret Society that make up for royalty. With him being the only one left in his family after their tragic death, he's next in line for the royal seat. Not feeling safe enough in the Elite Academy, the school he'd spent almost all his life, learning all he needs to know about being a moroi and leading his race, Lucas fled to the human world to live as a normal human being, with no responsibilities, no obligations and no entitlement. Unless, he's far from your normal human being as he got caught after six months of hiding in the human world and he was brought back to the academy, where he's believed to be safe. With a new dhampir guardian, Danila Kirova, a witty, smart mouth, exquisite, strong and bad ass teenager who was assigned to him by the Gaurdian Council, Lucas knew for once his life have gotten a lot much worst as he have met his match. He'll do everything within his power to get rid of her but instead, it'll only bring her closer to him cause she's more than just his guardian. Lucas discovered of his undeclared magic and with Danila by his side, they ventured to find out about this rare magical power and declare it to the vampire society. However, learning more about this magic wasn't as easy as it seemed, as secrets from the past would be unfolded and they would be breaking rules that hadn't been broken for several centuries in the vampire race.

HIS LEGAL MISTRESS

With her adoptive parents faced with financial difficulties, Gianna was forced to take a surrogacy contract to help alleviate her family's financial condition. As the surrogate to the hair of the State's mostly wealthy family, much was excepted from her and when she was confirmed to be carrying two males twin, much more was expected from her. Alexandre De Marco, the cold and aloof heir to the De Marco's Empire was captivated beyond words after an obscure night with Gianna and after that, he wished to possess her as his mistress, even though his grandfather had already chosen a bride for him. After the birth of his sons which unfortunately one was born dead, their contract came to an end with Gianna going her way, much to Andre's disappointment. Eight years later when he met her again by a fluke of fate, his obsession to possess her hadn't left one bit and with the knowledge she'd take his son, a breach to their contract, he decided to use it as a leverage against her to make her his possession and his mistress, his one his alone.

One Night With My Billionaire Boss

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Irresistible Seduction: Married For Deception, Loved For Real

Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."

Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

Kara was diagnosed with cancer, and her unborn child could not be kept. Kara planned to end the pregnancy, get a divorce, and face her impending death with equanimity, allowing Davin and his new love, Alyse, to be together. But Davin had no intention of letting her go so easily. He and the increasingly frail Kara were inseparable day and night, just to leave a child for the infertile Alyse. Kara lay dying in her hospital bed, crying and laughing, pleading, "I'll give you my life, please let me go." Later, the cold and aloof man knelt before Kara's tombstone, holding gardenias day and night, his eyes red as he murmured, "Baby, stop it, come back."

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.