Lips On The Tips Of A Knife

My art studio caught fire. I risked my life to pull my boyfriend, Vincent Parcelle, out of the flames. Vincent wanted to rush back inside to save his first love, Tammy Reese, who was trapped inside. But I stopped him. The fire destroyed her face and left her legs amputated. Unable to face her disfigurement and disability, Tammy took her own life by overdosing on pills. Afterward, Vincent and I moved forward and got married. On our wedding night, he slit my throat without thinking twice. "If it weren't for you, Tammy wouldn't be dead. Go to hell and pay for your sins!" Only after dying did I realize—Vincent had hated me to the core ever since the fire. For some reason, I was reborn. Grateful that the heavens had given me another chance at life, I ran without looking back this time. To hell with love. I was determined to survive.

Lyra gave Marion everything, her love, her trust, her body. She was his mate, his Luna, bound to him by fate. But fate was cruel. Betrayed. Framed. Slaughtered. Lyra died at the hands of the mate she once loved, but the goddess gave her a second chance. Reborn in a weak body, and swears to be back strong for vengeance and returns, seductive and deadly, to make Marion suffer. But Theron, his untamed Alpha cousin, sees through her every game. He’s dangerous, possessive, and utterly irresistible. His touch is fire, his kiss a battle for control. And when he finally claims her, it’s not just revenge on the line—it’s her soul. She came for blood. But in his bed, under his command, she might surrender.

When Daylen spent his entire life in a dungeon tortured and drained of blood. He has never gotten the chance to know who he was or where he is from. The only thing he knows is the cruelty of his captors and the harsh truth of the world. Daylen believed that he was doomed to die in captivity. He lost all hope of being saved as fairytales weren't real. But when a mysterious savior shows up and rescues him. When the thread of his fate binds him to the heir of the vampire kingdom. With the knowledge of the animosity between the vampires and werewolves, how will he navigate his new life of freedom? Will Daylen choose to pursue the forbidden love promised by his vampire mate or give him up to maintain the balance of things?

Evelyn thought marrying Jason meant finding love, a home, and a family to call her own. But reality turned out crueler than her dreams. Scarred from saving her son and silently bearing the weight of sacrifice — including giving Jason one of her kidneys — she is now nothing more than a shadow in her own home. To the world, she is just a maid. To her son Liam, she’s an embarrassment. And to her husband? A secret. Ignored. Unloved. Unwanted. Jason hides their marriage to protect his image, while openly entertaining Ivy — the woman everyone believes is Liam’s real mother. Evelyn’s once-kind son now cruelly compares her to Ivy, mocking her scars and weight. But the final blow comes the day she discovers them celebrating Liam’s birthday — without her. Heartbroken and drunk, Evelyn ends up having a one-night stand with a stranger… only to later discover he’s the company’s new boss — and Ivy’s brother. As Evelyn begins to fight for herself, uncovering her hidden strength and quiet dignity, secrets start to unravel. But how much pain can one woman endure before she finally says: Enough?

Yan Zi, a botanist and author, accidentally transmigrated into her own historical novel as the notorious villainess. She meets Xu Kai, the handsome Co-Commander of the Imperial Military Guards, who is attracted to her during their dangerous missions together. However, knowing that she will not have a happy ending as a villainess, Yan Zi refuses to fall in love with Xu Kai. But somehow after escaping an unexpected intruder attack, watching the stars under the waxing moon, and spending a sweet and sweaty night together, everything starts to change..

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.

The word 'mate' is said so often around here that it has just become a part of everyday life. But never in a million years did I ever think it would be directed at me. And the shit storm that followed was nothing I didn't expect. With a father that vowed never to let me go and a mate vowing to never leave me, things were about to get really complicated. With me stuck right in the middle

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"

*** Please note that this book is based on characters from my completed novel, Sinfully Yours, exclusively available on GoodNovel. However, you do not need to have read it to read this book.*** I have hated the Morettis ever since I was old enough to understand how the cookie crumbles. They are the sole reason why my life turned out this way. Alone. Unloved. Abused. Broken. Now I'm out to ruin their lives like they have mine. I've researched them for years, and now I'm finally getting my shot. There is one problem, though. The Moretti triplets are more than what I bargained for. My plan was to reel them in one by one, seduce them if I had to, and then destroy them. I wanted to take away everything they've worked for, strip them bare, and leave them to the vultures. Their parents destroyed mine, so I wanted to destroy their precious offspring, let them taste even just a tidbit of the disappointment I have experienced since I was born. When I weasel myself into their lives, I didn't expect them to be so enigmatic and electrifying. They take up all the air when they are in the vicinity, and I am choking, struggling to remember what my goal is. Will I be successful in my quest for vengeance? Or will I crumble under their hazel eyes and give up the one thing I had that is mine? My soul.

She’d escaped me once. She’d not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a queen up on her throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Still she went ahead and seduced me, bidding me do whatever vile thing she commanded. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her new fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. To no longer allow her to deny what she really is. To rip her from her sanctuary amongst the humans. It's high time she learn a she-wolf’s place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord with designs on her. It's going to be me. She’ll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine.