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His Mate, But Not His Luna

On the night meant to mark her awakening, Lysera loses everything. Ignored all her life, the quiet twin watches as her sister Isyra is celebrated as Luna-to-be, until a single scream turns the pack against her. Accused of attacking her “pregnant” sister, Lysera is beaten, humiliated, and condemned. Even the bond meant to save her betrays her, because the Alpha she is mated to chooses Isyra. Then the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment. As punishment shatters her body, a secret is revealed: Lysera is pregnant. In a pack where harming a pregnant woman invites calamity, her sentence is suspended—but mercy is replaced with something far crueler. The pack demands she give her baby to Isyra, to replace the child Isyra claims to have lost. Trapped among those who see her only as a vessel, betrayed by her own blood, and bound by ancient laws she cannot escape, Lysera must survive long enough to give birth… knowing the child she carries may never be hers. Because Isyra’s crown was built on lies. And because the Alpha who condemned her may one day realize the truth—when it is already too late.

Game Over, Mr. CEO: Your Wife Is Done

Like many women who refuse to give up until they hit a dead end, Winter Scott once tried to make a man like Chris Xander fall in love with her. But after three years of marriage, they were nothing more than strangers. When she was brutally attacked and her life was hanging by a thread, Chris wasn’t with her. He was by the side of his former love. Winter forced herself to let go. Yet the powerful man she thought she had left behind refused to disappear from her life. Step by step, he closed in on her, cutting off any chance of a new romance in her life and blocking every path of retreat. “You’re the one who insisted on marrying me back then,” he said coldly. “As long as I don’t agree to a divorce, you’ll never be free of me.” Winter looked at him coldly. “Sorry, Mr. Xander. Game over. This marriage ends when I say it ends.”

The Barren Luna's Secret

“Barren.” That was the word that shattered my world. For three years, I lived as Luna Freya of the Moonvalley Pack, hiding the truth that I was never a weak Omega. I was the daughter of the Alpha King. When I discovered Alpha Ethan Whitmore was my fated mate, I begged my father to let me marry him. To prove Ethan loved me and not my status, we made a deal: I would hide my identity and live as an ordinary Omega for three years. I believed Ethan would stand by me no matter what. But when rumors spread that I was a barren Luna, his best friend Mira convinced me to get tested. The result destroyed me. I couldn’t give Ethan an heir. Just as I prepared to reveal the truth, Ethan announced Mira was pregnant with his child. “I, Alpha of the Moonvalley Pack, reject you, Freya, as my mate and Luna!” After enduring betrayal and humiliation, I accepted his rejection and returned to my father’s kingdom. I thought my heart was dead… Until fate gave me a dangerous second chance mate. But Ethan refuses to let me go.

Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

Married at First Sight

Since the day Serenity got hitched to a stranger on their blind date, she had assumed married life would be ordinary but respectful and mundane. It never crossed her mind that her new husband would be clingy like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. To her utmost surprise, he could make her troubles disappear whenever she was in a fix. Despite her questioning, her husband would always pass it off as luck. Until one day, she watched an interview with a local billionaire known for fussing over his wife. That was when she noticed the uncanny resemblance of the billionaire to her husband. The wife whom he was showering attention on turned out to be her!

FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS

SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé cheating with my cousin. Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth. Then I find out my grandmother is dying. This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too. Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy. That's when Simon Hart—my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation—makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal. "Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You’re tired of everyone pitying you. I’m rich as hell, handsome as hell, and charming as hell. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he's right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings s*x. No jealousy. No expectations. Just s*x. And it worked perfectly. Right up until everything went completely off the rails.

Tied to the mafia man 3 : Mia

Mia Vitiello, the princess of the mafia don Luca Vitiello and a famous pediatrician. She would never have thought that she would be kidnapped just an hour before her marriage and would be saved by the man she hates. She was supposed to marry Alessandro, the Russian mafia don. But fate has other plans for this sweet and hot mafia princess. Alesso ditches her on the Altar to be kidnapped by his enemies. Reed Carter, who is known as the King of Darkness, and whom Mia hates, is the man who would come to her rescue. The incidents during her captivity disturb her deeply. What will Reed do to make the mafia princess fall in love with a heartless man like him? Will he be able to love her back? ....... "Mia? Are you alright?" he asked her, trying to ignore the fact thaf she is only wearing a shirt, his shirt. Mia walked inside the room and closed the door after her. "I couldn't sleep" she confessed softly. Reed patted the place on the bed beside him. She crawled onto the bed and he tucked her under the blankets beside him. She rested her head on his chest and he pulled her closer to him, inhaling her sweet feminine scent. "You are not supposed to come here at this hour" he reminded her. Mia laughed at his remark. "We have been doing this for over a month now" she reminded him. Reed sighed heavily. "That was different" he said quietly. She knows she is to marry Alesso soon. She was ready to marry him before all of this happened. But now, she is questioning everything. "Is it so wrong to sleep another night with you?" She asked. ......... What happens if Alessandro comes back to claim his fiancee?

Mistress - A Tainted Identity

She was a free bird who wanted to fly in sky like a carefree bird but now she is caged bird who was struggling to get out of that prison. she tried a lot to break this prison but her destiny was sealed with the devil who only wanted to destroy her completely without any mercy. she didn't know why she is getting this unbearable punishment????? why she was being caged??? she did know nothing. she sacrificed herself for her only family, her father. saving her father, she loose herself. A devil brutally snatched her pure identity and shoved a new tainted identity on her face. Now she was living her new tainted identity, but she wanted to run away from there where she can live with her pure identity because she hated herself and her new identity as "Mistress".

kidnapped by the mafia

Violet Anderson, a young artist, lived in LA with her best friend, Tracy Derwin. She was living a calm life and although she studied art, she was working in a small restaurant . Vincenzo Mercanti, a 26 years old bachelor, king of the mafia in both, USA and Italy, cold hearted, merciless killer that lived a wealthy life. One night, two incidents changed both their lives, when the mafia don wanted a little brunette to be his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is she?" I asked my best man, Giovanni. "I don't know. I came here with you man." He replied rolling his eyes. "I want her." I said. "What?" He turned abruptly and looked at me. "Bring her to me Gio or I'll kill you myself." I shot him a cold glare. "Okay."

The Mafia's Don Plus Size Bride

Four years ago, Kate left the man she loved standing alone at the altar, choosing her ungrateful family over him.She thought Lorenzo Moretti would eventually forget her.She was wrong.The gentle, devoted man she abandoned is gone. In his place stands Lorenzo Moretti, the city’s most feared mafia boss, a man who built his empire on blood, power, and revenge.And he hasn’t returned to forgive Kate.He has returned to collect his debt.When Kate’s gambling father loses everything and sells her to a high-profile syndicate club to settle his massive debt, she expects humiliation, captivity, and a life at the mercy of ruthless men.What she doesn’t expect is to find Lorenzo waiting for her.He is the man who secretly orchestrated her family’s downfall. The man who bought her freedom just to take it away.And now, Kate belongs to him.Lorenzo doesn’t want her apology.He wants her on her knees.But as old feelings resurface and the line between revenge and desire begins to blur, Kate discovers the most dangerous part of being Lorenzo Moretti’s prisoner isn’t losing her freedom.It’s realizing she may still be in love with the man who came back to destroy her.

THE DON'S MAID

Maya Carter is a maid in the Romano mansion, barely surviving on dialysis while keeping her kidney failure a secret. Cold, ruthless Don Salvatore Romano hires her and expects silence, obedience, and invisibility. But when Maya collapses in the west wing and Sal finds her, something shifts. He notices her. He protects her. And slowly, the house that felt like a prison starts to feel like home. As Sal begins to care for Maya, enemies start watching. When Maya’s brother shows up asking for money, Sal chooses her over family. When Maya’s health crashes, Sal makes the impossible choice: he gives her his kidney. Going public at a gala puts a target on Maya’s back. A knife and her photo in the mail means war. Sal ends the threat for good, but not before both of them almost lose everything. From maid to the Don’s claimed woman to his wife, Maya and Sal prove that love can grow in the darkest places. He gave her his kidney. She gave him a reason to live.

The Dons Vengeance bride

“You hate me so much, yet you can't seem to keep your hands off me.” Luca's eyes darkened as he stepped closer. “Wanting you is the part I hate most, Fiona.” Her breath caught. “Then stay away from me.” His hand closed around her waist. “If I could, I wouldn't have married you.” Fiona Romano thought marrying Luca Ricci was the price she had to pay to stop a mafia war but she was wrong, Luca didn't marry her for peace he married her for revenge. For fifteen years, Luca has believed Fiona's father murdered his mother. Now, he intends to destroy Vito Romano piece by piece—and taking the man's beloved daughter as his bride is only the beginning. Fiona is supposed to be nothing more than a weapon. So why can't Luca stop wanting her? Why does touching her feel less like revenge and more like an addiction? And why is the woman he planned to use becoming the one person capable of destroying every wall he's built? But just when hatred turns into something dangerously close to love, Fiona discovers the truth behind their marriage. Then comes another woman determined to take Luca back, accusations of infidelity, a pregnancy that could unite two powerful bloodlines, kidnappings, betrayals, and evidence that turns Luca's fifteen-year revenge upside down. Because Fiona's father may not have murdered Luca's mother after all. And if Luca has spent half his life hating the wrong man...

The Bad Boy Has A Daughter

"You know the rules Noah". Drew says, clocking the gun in my face while smirking at me. "If you can't pay me before the deadline. I take away the one good thing you love dearly. But in your case, the two good things you love dearly" I've always had my life planned out for me, race, skip classes, race again. My whole life centered around illegal street racing because I loved it and also had a huge debt left to me by my father that I needed to pay. And Drew, my boss, leader of a notorious gang, Snakes and Ladders, was a man of rules. But I also had my own rules. Never fall in love or hold anything dear because in a snap of a finger Drew could take it all away from me. But that was until a hazel eyes brunette helped me treat my wounds from a racing accident. And a green-eyed little girl a female version of me, appeared on my doorstep claiming to be my daughter. Hi, Author here. You can follow my page on Facebook for updates and fan arts@Chimdi Jane Samuel Reach out on Twitter @janelovescoding and Instagram @chimdi_jane_samuel This book HAS NOT been published anywhere else apart from GoodNovel so if seen elsewhere please report to me or send an email @ janesamuel308@gmail.com

Expect The Unexpected

Cassidy: I consider myself an intelligent liberal woman. Sure some would call me a feminist, and that's being polite. I know my worth and have a standard of who I date. It may not be fair to write off all jocks. I don't have time for players, and jocks tend to be just that on and off the field. Especially Collin Cole. Collin: I love being a player. On and off the court. Being one of the starting players in our high school basketball team is great. I love playing basketball and everything that comes with it, including the popularity and the girls. I rarely date a girl for more than a couple of months. Finding a new girl is easy. They practically fall at my feet, except for Cassidy Summers. This is part of the Ravenwood series. It features characters and events from The Princes of Ravenwood. If you haven't read that book, it is okay. This book can stand alone. Ravenwood Series Reading Order: Book 1 - The Princes of Ravenwood Book 2 - Chasing Kitsune Book 3 - Expect The Unexpected Book 4 - Out Of My League Book 5 - Man's Best Wingman

The Nerd Can Fight

Cassandra Johnson is Pixie. Pixie is Cassandra Johnson. She's the same girl who's leading two extremely different lives. Nobody would suspect the school's nerd as Pixie. 'Cause Pixie's a street fighter badass and the nerd does not have a single badass bone in her body. The chances of people discovering this peculiar secret is close to none but of course this is where fate inserts the certified new boy into the equation and makes an exception for him. Warning: heavy flow of profanities ahead. - and tears - or so I've heard.

Fake Love With The Hockey Prince

Sky, a rising starlet, is photographed kissing Drake Frazen, the country’s most famous hockey star. To keep sponsors from pulling out on both sides, they are forced to stage a fake relationship. But rivals in showbiz and sports are determined to uncover the truth and prove their romance is nothing but an act. One is cheerful, while the other is quiet, distant, and cold. How will these two people with opposite personalities convince the public they are truly in love? In this tangled game of pretense and growing affection, who will fall first? And who will fall the hardest?  

My Brother's Hockey Teammate

“You’re my best friend’s little sister.” I fold my arms, pretending his words don’t bother me. “Last time I checked, I have a name.” A slow smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Sophie.” Hearing my name in his voice does something dangerous to my heart. He takes a step back, dragging a hand through his hair as if he’s trying to put distance between us. “None of that changes anything.” I lift an eyebrow. “What exactly doesn’t it change?” His gaze locks onto mine, lingering a second too long. “You’re still off-limits.” A smile plays on my lips. “Then you should stop looking at me like that.” His jaw tightens. “Like what?” I move closer until there’s barely a breath between us. “Like you’ve already forgotten your own rule.”

Faking Forever With My Ex's Rival

Melina wanted closure but instead, she got a scandal. One drunken night with hockey superstar Jace Hamilton turns into the hottest headline on campus, forcing two enemies of fate into a fake relationship neither of them wants.. at least... that's what they keep telling themselves. With jealous exes on both sides, secret enemies, ruthless paparazzi and dangerous secrets closing in, pretending becomes harder than falling in love.. especially when breaking the contract could cost them everything...

Back to the Past: Setting Him Free

Sebastian Pena hates me for a whole decade after his true love's death. I try to please him at every turn, but he merely scoffs. "If you really want to make me happy, you should go to hell." That hits hard. However, when a truck hurtles toward me, Sebastian throws himself at me. He saves me, but he dies in a pool of his blood. Before he breathes his last breath, he looks into my eyes and says, "If only… I'd never met you…" His mother is devastated at his funeral. "I should've given Sebastian and Gillian my blessings. I should never have forced him to marry you!" His father resents me. "Sebastian saved you three times—he was a good person. Why weren't you the one who died?" Everyone regrets having Sebastian marry me, myself included. I'm kicked out of the funeral. Three years later, someone invents a time machine, and I travel back in time. This time, I'm going to sever all ties with Sebastian. Everyone will get the happiness they deserve.

Goodbye to the Love I Lost Eight Years Ago

Eight years ago, I broke the heart of the boy I loved. Now, after eight years overseas, Liam Hayes was finally coming home with his new girlfriend to meet his family. That same day, the hospital gave me its final answer. The cancer had won. There was nothing left to treat. Nothing left to try. They sent me home with only time. When Liam saw my mother helping me into a wheelchair, a cold smile touched his mouth. “Eight years,” he said. “And this is what became of you? You can’t even walk anymore?” Disgust laced every word. I only tugged the sleeve of my down coat lower, hiding the cluster of needle marks across the back of my hand. “It’s nothing,” I said quietly. “I fell and broke a bone. That’s all.” Liam gave a short, bitter laugh. “In that case, I’m getting married soon. Why don’t you come be my fiancée’s bridesmaid?” I smiled as if it did not hurt at all. “No, thank you. I’m about to leave for somewhere very far away.” Then I patted the back of Mom’s hand, silently asking her to take me home.

Played Dad, Lost Me

My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. To save her rep, Quentin Palmer married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's not like you. I'm all she's got. She wouldn't survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I wasn't carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind my back about the "fatherless" kid I was having, Quentin just stood there—next to Rainee, silent. That's when it hit me—love comes with a pecking order. So I ended the pregnancy. Gave up my baby... all so he could play the hero for her.

He Called It Love. I Called It Betrayal.

Three years after I gave birth, I asked my husband for a divorce. Dante Bennett could close a multimillion-dollar deal with one phone call. He could fire a senior executive with another. But he couldn't make me withdraw the petition. He tried anyway. He knelt beside my bed until morning. Drank until he vomited blood. Spent three months turning every conversation into a negotiation, every apology into another reason I should stay. Only when I took our daughter somewhere he couldn't find us did he agree to sign. Even then, he demanded thirty days. Everyone thought I was ungrateful. My handsome, devoted husband, the CEO of Bennett Holdings, had bought an island because I'd once said the sound of the ocean helped me sleep. He had flown halfway across the world for a cake I used to love. He had spent three days outside a remote specialist's retreat, demanding that someone help his wife. They saw the flowers, the private doctors, the way he always held my chair. They didn't see the hospital record that appeared on a pharmacy terminal when I went to collect our daughter's prescription. Twin pregnancy. One female infant. One male infant. I'd spent three years believing I had one child. My husband had spent them knowing I had two.

No More Fighting for His Love

My husband's childhood sweetheart was always trying to take what was mine. After being reborn, I realized that no matter how hard I fought, I'd never beat her. Hence, I decided to put a price tag on every single thing she intended to take from me. She claimed she got carsick and insisted on sitting in the front passenger seat beside my husband whenever we went out. I simply stuck a payment QR code on the dashboard. "20,000 dollars a year. Renew at a 20% discount," I said flatly. She took a liking to my project proposal. My husband had barely knocked on my office door when I spoke without even looking up. "100,000 dollars. Once the money hits my account, I'll put her name on it." On my son's birthday, I set aside my work and rushed to his preschool to pick him up. Unexpectedly, he looked up at his teacher and said, "She's not my mom. I'm not going with her." Just as we reached a stalemate, that woman arrived late with the gift I'd prepared for my son. My son immediately ran over and wrapped his arms around her leg. "Look. She's my real mom!" My husband was about to explain when I held out my hand to my son, my expression completely blank. "One million dollars. I'll sign over my parental rights to her today."

Secondhand Love

For five years of marriage, my husband, Caleb Sullivan, had only one rule when it came to buying household appliances: if he could get it secondhand, he would never buy it new. He had found our refrigerator on an online marketplace, picked up our washing machine from a local seller, and even complained that the robot vacuum I had spent six months waiting for at a discounted price of 300 dollars was too expensive. "We're not putting our lives on display for other people. What matters is that the machine works." I had always assumed he had grown up poor and was simply afraid of going back to those days. That was until my best friend, Yasmine Owens, moved into her new home and Caleb asked me to help her unpack her deliveries. A 500 dollars robot vacuum, a 2,000 dollars washer-dryer set, and even the coffee machine I had wanted to buy last year but could not bring myself to splurge on were all sitting in her kitchen. I stood there, stunned for a long moment. "Did you strike it rich or something?" Yasmine laughed as she unwrapped another package. "Caleb bought them for me." Caleb did not even look up. "She lives alone, so it's safer to have new appliances. You and I both know how to find good secondhand deals. There's no need to waste money." When I got home, our old washing machine, which had been leaking for a while, broke down again. I took our shared tablet to list it on the online marketplace, but when I opened the app, I discovered Caleb had forgotten to log out of his account. I tapped on his purchase history and found a total of 47 orders—every single one had been delivered to Yasmine's address. The sideboard, the floor lamp, the juicer, the old television… The first dozen or so purchases were all things Caleb had told me he had found at a bargain over the years. Things we had been using in our own home all along. As I stared at our leaking, battered washing machine, it finally dawned on me—it was not that he knew how to find good secondhand deals. He had simply been waiting for Yasmine to wear things out first.