Anna Von Klinski

"See you in hell, dear sister." Her sister’s voice was filled with a sickly sweet anticipation. Rowan closed her eyes, waiting for the Twin Alphas to end her misery. She had been branded a traitor, replaced by her own twin, and abandoned by her mate. Death was a mercy she prayed for. But the blade never came. Julian and Marcus Knox, the most feared Alphas in Moon Haven, didn't kill her. They wanted something else. "She is no longer a member of this pack," they declared, their dark gaze stripping her bare. "From this moment on, she is our breeder."

One mansion on the coast. One man. One woman. And something she thought could have never been. And it all started with what some might say was an ill-fated kidnapping. Every villain has a story; and his? Well, it captured her heart.

Naina Harper thought she had it all, the perfect life, the perfect fiancé, and a future with Lucas, the man she believed was her soulmate. Until one night shattered everything. Drugged at a party and left vulnerable, Naina wakes up in the bed of Kyle Prescott, the cold, ruthless billionaire known for his dark desires and untouchable power. What should’ve been a nightmare becomes a mystery she tries to forget. But the real nightmare came after. Lucas didn’t just leave her at the altar, he’d been sleeping with her best friend behind her back. The love she trusted turned out to be a carefully crafted lie. She wasn’t just betrayed. She was played. And then, the final blow. Pregnant. And the father? The man from that night. Kyle Prescott. Now, with nothing left to lose, Naina steps into Kyle’s world, not for love, but for revenge. To reclaim control. To make them all pay. But Kyle isn’t a man you walk away from. Not when he’s already made his move. Not when his name is on her body… and now, in her bloodline. He’s the obsession she never chose. The sin she can’t escape. And the billionaire who won’t let her go. Because Kyle didn’t just touch her life, he claimed it. And now, Naina Harper is forever bound… to his sin. ————— This is a slow burn story with just the right mix of mystery and thriller. It’s not just about love and revenge, it’s about secrets , control and the first line between obsession and fate.

Two so different and opposite heart forced into marriage gradually bearing lustful feelings for each other, and love for another, lies and secrets of the past. But when Melissa finds out that she is pregnant for the Playboy CEO Edward McDonald's who values three things most in his life_ Money, Women and Sex. She is in love with another man instead _ Andrei who works as a bartender at her usual drinking spot and is left with only two option_ to keep her baby and run away with the man she truly loves tarnishing her family's image or to kill her baby and continue her secret affair outside her marriage and save her family's image. What does she choose to do.

He loves me, yet he hurt me and resented me because of the sins I have never done. I believe, he loves me. Yet he gave up on me for someone else. I beg you , I'm begging you General Mark, FORGIVE ME!

Le jour qui aurait dû être celui de mon mariage — la mariée n'était pas moi. La cérémonie que j'avais attendue cinq ans est devenue une farce lorsque Valentina, ma sœur, a descendu l'allée de marbre vêtue d'une robe de mariée blanche. Son bras est passé sous celui de Luca — l'homme qui était censé m'attendre à l'autel. « Désolée, Bianca, » a-t-elle murmuré doucement. « Mais aujourd'hui, tu n'es plus la mariée. » Puis elle a touché son ventre, le regard brillant de triomphe. « Je porte l'enfant de Luca. » Ses mots ont explosé dans mon crâne, et le monde entier est devenu silencieux. Comme si elle craignait que je ne la croie pas, elle a levé vers la lumière un objet brillant. Une image échographique en noir et blanc. On y lisait clairement : Âge gestationnel — 12 semaines. Mes yeux se sont embués, la douleur des larmes a percé alors que je me suis tournée vers Luca, cherchant désespérément quelque chose — un déni, une explication, un regret. Mais il n'a fait que soupirer, las et résigné. « Bianca, je suis désolé, » a-t-il dit impuissant. « Valentina n'a plus beaucoup de temps. Ce mariage… c'était son dernier vœu. » « Je te compenserai, » a-t-il ajouté. « Nous pourrons faire un autre mariage plus tard. » Mon père, Moretti, s'est tenu derrière lui, arborant cette sévérité qu'il avait eue toute ma vie. Je ne l'ai jamais vu me sourire, pas même une fois. « Bianca, » a-t-il dit d'un ton tranchant, « Valentina est mourante. Laisse-lui ça. » Mon frère a hoché la tête sans prononcer un seul mot, comme si cela suffisait à être une réponse solide. Toute ma vie, ils l'avaient choisie, elle — ses larmes, ses caprices, ses besoins — plutôt que moi. Aujourd'hui, ça ne faisait pas exception. Quelque chose en moi s'est brisé silencieusement. Très bien. Si personne dans cette famille ne se soucie de moi, je partirai.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes....

No quinto ano do meu amor por Gabriel, ele herdou do irmão falecido o título de Senhor dos Vampiros — e também a viúva dele: Chloe, a antiga Rainha de Sangue. Por sangue e por lei, ela era minha parente por aliança dentro do clã. Sempre que voltava dos aposentos dela, Gabriel me abraçava com ternura e sussurrava: — Isabella, Chloe é apenas minha Consorte Escolhida. Assim que ela gerar e der à luz o Herdeiro do Clã Blazetooth, eu me unirei a você por meio de um Vínculo de Sangue. Ele dizia que aquela era a única condição exigida pela família para que pudesse ascender como Senhor dos Vampiros. Durante os seis meses depois que retornamos ao Clã Blazetooth, ele atendeu ao chamado dela cem vezes. No começo, uma vez por mês. Depois, uma vez por semana. E, por fim, todas as noites. Na centésima noite em que fiquei acordada esperando por ele, Chloe finalmente concebeu. A notícia chegou acompanhada de outro anúncio: Gabriel e Chloe em breve seriam unidos por Sangue. Meu filho olhou para mim, confuso e inocente. — Mãe… eles não disseram que o papai faria um Vínculo de Sangue com a Rainha de Sangue que ele ama? Por que ele ainda não veio nos levar para casa? — Porque — respondi baixinho, passando a mão em seus cabelos — a Rainha de Sangue que ele ama nunca foi a sua mãe aqui. — Mas tudo bem. — Acrescentei. — Eu vou te levar para casa. Para a nossa própria casa. O que Gabriel jamais percebeu foi isto: como única filha de um Rei Vampiro no reinado, eu nunca me importei nem um pouco com o título de Rainha de Sangue do Clã Blazetooth.

Ivy Hailana, gadis cantik dan berbakat terpaksa menjadi wanita penghibur untuk Tuan Muda Avyan yang kaya raya dan sudah beristri. Ivy dan Avyan memiliki rahasia dan luka batin. Saat mereka semakin dekat, perasaan cinta mulai tumbuh, namun apakah hubungan mereka dapat bertahan mengingat banyaknya perbedaan dalam kehidupan keduanya?