She didn't marry him for love. She married him because her father was dying and the bills kept coming like waves that never stopped. Her mother's hands had already aged decades from scrubbing floors that weren't hers, and she couldn't watch them break any more than they already had. So she said yes-to a man who looked at her like she was beneath him, like he was doing her a favor. He gave her his name and a house with golden chandeliers and glass floors. But never his heart. She lived in silence. Ate alone. Slept cold. And smiled in public, because that was expected. Meanwhile, he paraded other women in front of her, bold and unapologetic. As if her humiliation was sport. As if her pain was invisible. She endured it. All of it. For her parents. Until one night, she heard it-raw and unfiltered -from his mouth. His mother had tried. Tried to show him the worth of the girl he ignored. "She's your wife, Cassian. Can't you see what she does for you? Can't you even try to love her?" And he laughed. "Love her? That low-life? I don't love her. I never could. She's nothing. A beggar. I'm only with her because I had to be.I love someone else." Her chest burned. She walked out that night, barefoot in a silk gown, makeup smeared with tears no one ever saw. Left behind the man, the mansion, the shame. The world thought she'd crumble. Instead, she rose. She worked. She built. Brick by brick, late night after late night, she became someone no one could ignore. Her name wasn't tied to his anymore-it stood on its own. Respected. Independent. And then he saw her again. But she wasn't his wife anymore. Not his shadow. By then, someone else had already noticed her-the man who saw her when she was invisible. Who didn't flinch at her past. Who didn't ask her to shrink. Who loved her not because he had to but because he couldn't help it. And this time,she didn't have to survive. She got to choose. And she chose her happiness and may be a love that was real....

Tasha Kwan runs on sarcasm, caffeine, and a toddler named Ollie who calls her "Tashie" like she's both his nanny and his sidekick. Ghost-Axel's right-hand man and the Iron Vultures MC Vice President-runs on silence, control, and loyalty. They're complete opposites. They don't even know each other yet. But when the worlds of bikes, betrayal, and blanket-fort "church" collide, the chaos is inevitable. From a carpark meet, to a storage closet, to a life none of them expected... this is the story of what happens when caffeine meets control, sarcasm meets silence, and a tiny toddler wingman accidentally engineers the greatest love story in MC history. ⚡ Part of the "Sorry" Universe (spin-off of Sorry, I'm an Idiot (And You're My Wife)) 💀 Dual POV (Tasha + Ghost) 😂 Heavy on sarcasm, comedy, chaos ❤️ Found family, MC drama, slow-burn romance, and five kids later... New title covers coming your way soon 👀 And yes, before anyone else decides to cry "AI!" - let's be real. If AI could procrastinate as well as me, forget its own plot twists mid-chapter, or type with biscuit crumbs in the keyboard while humming along to bad 2000s playlists... then sure, maybe it wrote this. But no. It's just me, a chaotic brain, too much caffeine, and Wattpad's draft button judging me silently. 😂

Jamila was taught her mate would be her first, her only, her everything. But when she meets him, he already belongs to someone else. Instead of accepting the crown, she rejects both her mate and her king-choosing dignity over destiny. Now, as she leaves everything behind, a new path awaits... and a king searching for his queen. ( It's a short and Not a werewolf story )

For eighteen months, Samara has loved Luke wholeheartedly. She's ignored the uncomfortable feelings, swallowed her doubts, and convinced herself that Ari, Lukes sister's best friend was simply part of the package. Ari has always been there. Always taking up more space in Luke's life than any "friend" should. And every time Samara questioned it, Luke had an excuse ready. Ari was just blunt, Ari didn't mean anything by it. Ari was family. Ari had always been around. Then one recorded conversation is sent to Samara. TROPES: OWD Female Best Friend Sisters Best Friend Overheard (sent recording) TW: Body shaming - will be renaming this but needed to get this story out of my head

Before Marlowe Ackerman goes away to Brown University, she does the bravest thing she's ever done. She confesses to her best friend, Oliver Abbott, that she is in love with him. And Oliver breaks her heart gently. To him, Marlowe is his safe place. His best friend. The one person who has always been there for him. His feelings for her have never changed, and he is certain they never will. At eighteen, Oliver is desperate for a fresh start after years of being the awkward, gangly dork. Parties, girls, fraternity life, reinvention-he wants everything he thinks college is supposed to give him. But once he gets there, nothing feels right without Marlowe. While she thrives at Brown, Oliver falls apart. He fails classes, wakes up hungover, surrounds himself with the wrong people, and slowly realizes the reason his feelings for Marlowe never changed is because he has loved her all along. But he's too late. When he goes to tell her, he finds her in bed with her boyfriend, Sam. Jealousy and heartbreak make him spit ugly, cruel words he will regret for the rest of his life. Marlowe ends their friendship for good. Ten years later, Oliver has changed. He is a history teacher at their old high school, a wrestling coach, and a man who has spent a decade learning from the worst mistake of his life. When he hears that Marlowe Ackerman is coming back to town for their high school reunion, Oliver knows better than to think he deserves a second chance. But he wants one. Not just to tell Marlowe he still loves her. To show her he has become someone worthy of loving her the way she deserves. He was her almost. Maybe now, he can be her always.

Ivy grew up in a poor neighborhood where gangs are part of her everyday life. She's stayed as far away from it. After losing a close friend in high school to gang involvement, she's been careful to keep her life quiet, safe, and on the outside of anything dangerous. But without her knowing, she's already been noticed. Cassio is the head of the city's most powerful gang; someone people don't talk about directly, even though everyone knows his name. He's built on control, reputation, and fear... until Ivy. For reasons he doesn't fully understand, he becomes fixated on her and starts watching from a distance, stepping in where he shouldn't, and quietly inserting himself into her world. Ivy thinks she's successfully stayed out of that life. She doesn't realize she's already into it. Can she escape the world that has taken so much from her, or will the beauty and danger of the man who has taken her keep her there?

I was the woman he loved. She was the woman he could never refuse. I stopped competing with Veronica the day I understood the truth: Adrian hadn't just let her into our lives, he'd built her a home inside the spaces meant for me. For two years, I was Claire Monroe. The safe and steady one. The woman Adrian Cole never had to worry about because she never made a scene, raised her voice, or asked for more than he was willing to give. Understanding. Patient. Reliable. I wore those words like armor, never realizing they were the very reasons he felt free to look away. And while I stayed quiet, Veronica Steele, the grieving family friend, the woman who wielded her sorrow like a blade, quietly took everything that should have been mine. Not his heart. No. Something worse. His presence. His attention. Every late-night conversation, every cancelled dinner, every moment he chose to be somewhere I wasn't. I learned the cost of that choice on the kitchen floor of our apartment, my body folding in on itself, my appendix rupturing as I whispered his name into a voicemail he wouldn't hear until it was too late. Adrian. Please. I need you. He was with her. Of course he was with her. I survived the surgery. But lying in that hospital bed, staring at the empty chair beside me, I finally understood something I should have known all along: There was no reason left to stay. So I stopped waiting. And only then, only when the door had already closed, did Adrian finally see the truth. But seeing and losing never happen in the right order. "Unfaithful Promise" is the story of a man who realized what he had only after he had nothing left to hold, and a woman who finally decided she would never again be someone's second choice. Some people don't recognize love until they're standing in the ruins of it.

An MC/Country living crazy ride! With all the dramatic and OTT we could ask for. Or maybe not! Sandra was raised a bit wild in the country. She chose to settle down when she moved an hour away to make a life for herself. But what's that old saying? 'You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl?' Yep. That's Sandra to a tee. And when her husband breaks one of her two rules, the country girl comes roarin' back to life. Road Dog was frustrated with the way he and his wife, Sandra, would argue. He would let her stew until she got over it, then she would come to him and make peace. But he broke one of her rules and she isn't playing anymore. Road Dog finally gets to see the wife he had never seen before. Can he save his marriage, or will Sandra choose to leave him for a 'good ole country boy'?

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

***STORY ON HOLD, AUTHOR HAS SEVERE CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK*** ZOSIA I fell in love with Konstantin Krasnov. On the night I thought he was going to propose, I found another woman in his bed. I ran. I rebuilt. Life went on. Until one day, I'm attacked, and my savior is none other than the man who shattered me. Now there's a target on my back, and the man who cheated on me is the only one who can keep me alive. And I find out I never knew that man at all. Because Konstantin Krasnov is a monster. A butcher. A killer.