Secret lovers

Alpha Crescent Second Chanced Mate

Eva had been sold off by the ones she had thought were her family; her father and her beloved sister who she had given all her best to. She was sold off to Alpha Crescent whose mate had rejected the very day he found her. And instead of getting chattered, the Moon goddess decided to give to him the human girl who had been sold to him. But what if Eva is more than just a human, or perhaps the moon goddess herself?

My hot non-human prince

"Hey mister!!! Mr gardener!!!" Sarah called at the top of her voice and ran after him. She ran into the bush and he suddenly stopped. She torched him twice He turned around and took a look at her. "You?" "Yes me!!!" She shouted at the top of her voice and breathe in and out heavily. "Are you a bird or something, wow," she sighed and creased her brows. "You killed her right?" "Who?" "Stop acting all innocent Mr gardener!" She snorted and he smirked. Who is he? Who is the strange gardener?? Is he a human? Is he a god? Meet Sahel, he is a prince from the j world. J world stays at the middle of heaven and Earth, rules by an absolute monarch. They aren't devils nor Angels. They retrieves evil spirits and turned them to good. Taking the heart of the wicked souls is their jobs. The evil souls getting reincarnated turning to good souls. There are the most wisest ever lived, the most purest of all and also the most dangerous of all. They are the J Limas. Sarah, an ordinary wanderer. Let's call her a wanderer cause she loves discovering new stuffs. She got interested in Sahel and wanted to know more about him. She went into the dept of both the angels and the demons, till she falls herself into trouble .....

Masked angel

Masked angel? Is he really a masked angel?; Meet Kelvin Linton, a business tycoon with fame. He is famous and known for his mask. He is always wearing a mask and has never shown anyone his face. Everyone bows at his feet through his fitness and status. But meet her, Odette Simeon. Definition; sassy, bold, mouth runner, fast talker, beautiful, sexy, figure 8 shaped. She was hired in the tycoon's company and her boldness caught the attention of her annoying boss. She got a desperate motive to see what was under the mask and bowed to one day get the mask off his face. Let's read through the anticipating story.

BILLIONAIRE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Angel Hendrickson, a young ten year old billionaire's son, who lived with his mother and step mom in the states. due to his richness, his life Still sucks in the hands of his stepmother. His step mother, Ericka Hendrickson, a young woman who derives for money and wealth got jealous of him and bowed to get rid of him no matter the circumstances. Yes, she got rid of him, threw him down the cliff in the Philippines. Made sure he is forever gone and Never to be found. But here he is... Jeremy David, a guy in the neighborhood. Identity; unknown, family; unknown, he is just a Miracle in the neighborhood. He stays with the family of tomboys. A family who acts like boys, even the man if the family is damn dangerous. The family of tomboys ** Keira David, pretty, wild, sassy, crazy, a mad girl with attitude. She is the only daughter of the family, she really meant everything to Jeremy. F*ck sisters, f*ck brothers. They are inseparable. They played together, fights together, sleeps together, bath together. Infact, do everything together. They are just too inseparable.... ********************************************** **15 years ago ** "Oh, common Mom, if his parents find him here, I am sure you know what that means. It means trouble" "Junno, Keira has a point. If his parents find him in our house, we will be in one big trouble. They would send us to jail" "Bompay, I can't just leave him cold and helpless on the street. He would die there" "Mom, since when do you start Caring for people" "Since when I saw the little kid lying beside the gutters and crying" "Mom..." "Bompay, Keira, let's just help the little kid. Just take a look at him" she pointed to the 10 years old kid sleeping on the floor with a blanket around his body. "Okay mom, maybe you should go report to the police" "No way!" "The police might get involved and if they caught us with this boy...."she said and they both turned deaf ears. "Are you people listening to me?" "Yeah, loud and clear." "If the police catch us with this boy, I would run away and leave you two to be in jail for twenty years" "Oh common, Keira, you won't do that" "Try me" "Sir, ma'am," the little boy woke up and went to meet them. "Ugh!!!" Keira grunts. "Ma'am, sir, please let me stay here with you. I don't wanna die on the streets" "Yes child. You will stay here with us as our child. Except some people as a problem with that" She said referring to Keira who kept scoffing. ''Yes kiddo, don't worry. We are here for you" bompay said and they looked at Keira. "Okay, okay, I don't care whatever your name is. You will now have a change of name from now on" Keira said and he smiled. "Jeremy, Jeremy would be your name from now on" she said and he smiled. "Don't smile at me, smile at the people that accepted you' "Thanks Keira" He said and Keira rolled her eyes.

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

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 Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

The Mute Bride Is The Secret Mastermind

I was the titan of Wall Street until an indictment and an ankle monitor turned my penthouse into a gilded cage. To save face, I was forced into a marriage with Elza, a "mute" girl from the Schmidt family whom I treated as nothing more than a silent piece of furniture while my empire crumbled. The night I was poisoned at a high-society gala, a mysterious server in an oversized uniform saved my life with terrifying, clinical precision. They disappeared into the night, leaving me with a silver cufflink and a burning obsession to find the shadow who held my life in their hands. Back home, I took my frustration out on Elza, telling her she was "exhausting to look at" and "smelled like sickness" after her charity visits. Her own family treated her like a stray dog, trying to humiliate her at the next gala by dressing her in what they claimed was a cheap knockoff while whispering to the press that she was nothing but a high-end escort. "Stay out of my way," I would growl at her, never noticing the steel in her eyes. I sat at my table, watching my rivals' stocks plummet and wondering who "The Zero"—the legendary financial ghost—really was. I never suspected that the woman I ignored was the same one solving the equations that were currently burning Manhattan to the ground. The injustice peaked when Elza stood before the city's elite, not as a victim, but as a queen. She dropped over a hundred million dollars to buy back her family’s legacy, revealing a secret fortune that made my own empire look like pocket change. As I grabbed her wrist and saw the small red mole hidden beneath her watch, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The silent wife I had despised was the savior I had been hunting, and she was finally done playing the victim. "We have a lot to talk about, wife," I whispered, realizing I had been sleeping next to the most dangerous woman in the world.