"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

He didn't ask to claim her. She didn't ask to be owned. But fate doesn't care, and neither does lust. Adora was never meant to be part of the supernatural world. But the night her skin is branded with a glowing crescent moon, everything changes. She's thrust into a world of power, primal urges, and one ruthless Alpha who swears she's his... in every filthy, possessive way that matters. Kael Draven is not gentle. Not kind. He's dominant. Dangerous. And completely obsessed with the curvy, sharp mouthed human who dares to defy him at every turn. She says she hates him. But her body? Her scent? Her moans when he touches her? They tell a very different story. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMES. ------ IF THIS IS NOT FOR YOU FEEL FREE TO LEAVE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED🔞. ------ The ONLY version of this book is available ONLY on WATTPAD! IF seen anywhere else, PLEASE report it. ------

Death, Destruction, Lust, Passion, Love my wife was all of those things. Stubborn was what she was but she always acted out of love. I watched the woman I loved die and there was nothing I could do to save her. All I could do was promise to look after our little ones. My Nova, my Queen, my wife, mother of my children what am I to do without you?

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

They said love wasn't meant to be shared like this-between four people, across broken pasts, fierce passion, and a house full of children. But Rafael, Rina, Naomi, and Leonie were never meant to play by the rules. Rafael is a reformed fighter with a loyalty so deep it can burn. Rina is the woman who broke his heart-and still owns it and plus size. Leonie is the fire that keeps them steady, and Naomi? She walked in rich, bold, and blonde, flipping their world upside down with a single smile. Their love is messy. Raw. Real. And sometimes toxic. From Atlanta heartbreaks to LA mansions, they've fought to build a life together. But behind the sexy nights, picture-perfect Instagram posts, and shared vows, jealousy simmers. Old wounds ache. And no one's sure who's holding it together-or pulling it apart. They have history. They have children. But do they still have each other?

"𝐌𝐫.𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭." 𝐀 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?" "𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝." __ Rose Hoffman is Axel Pone's assistant. She's been working with him for a year now and they've known to have a nice relationship. However, despite Rose's crush on her boss, he's married. And as Rose tries to get over the stupid office crush, the simple things her boss does just keeps it growing bigger and bigger.