Blurb Born the second twin, Fae was always the shadow-the quiet teacher, the caretaker,,the one who stayed in the shadows and let her siblings shine . When her sister became Luna to a powerful Alpha, she recognised his widowed brother, Blaidd as her own. But he was a man still bound to the memory of his dead mate. For eight long years, she raised his children, kept his home, and did her best to make him see her. But when she discovers the rune carved into his flesh-a witch's mark ensuring she could never bear his child-the truth shatters the last illusion of love. In a public hearing before her Alpha, she asks for what no mated wolf ever has: the right to live her own life. Her courage ripples through the pack, exposing the cracks in every tradition meant to keep her bound. And as she steps beyond her mate's shadow toward a distant land and a craft that calls to her soul, she begins to awaken to the woman she was always meant to be - one carved not from obedience, but from fire, freedom, and forgotten dreams.

At 40 and with three kids, the last thing I needed was my husband suddenly working every day with a gorgeous, talented, much younger French prima ballerina. But life didn't care. Late nights. Missed dinners. A shift in his voice when he said her name. And just like that, the marriage I thought was unshakable began to crack. Now I'm forced to face the truth: Every pas de deux has a breaking point. And ours... might be reaching its final step. ‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚♪𝄞₊˚⊹ 🩰 A marriage cracking after 16 years 🩰 Emotional cheating 🩰 Mild OW drama 🩰 Holiday angst 🩰 Mischief, fluff & cute moments 🩰 Maybe not enough grovel... and small doses of pettiness 🎄 Yes, there's an HEA. It is Christmas, after all... ✨

Grovel Guys Book #3 What could be the worse way to fuck up your marriage? Keeping the divorce papers hidden and ready, just in case things didn't work out. And what could be worse than that? Your wife finds out, signs it and disappears just because of your one crack in commitment.

Aurora Hale knows how to make anything bloom. Roses. Nightshade. Even love. In the sun-washed city of Elysian Coast, she runs Thorn & Bloom-a café-floral atelier that deals in beauty with a bite. Her husband, Jeremiah, is chasing the kind of perfection that photographs well: seaside dinners, charity galas, and promises whispered through polished smiles. But the petals have started to fall. What once felt like devotion now feels like decay, soft, slow, and deliberate. Thier relationship is withering under the weight of its own rot. And in Elysian Coast, everything that grows beautiful must feed on something dying.

A Marriage in trouble story. They were the "couple goals" from the moment they met in high school. The ones everyone believed would make it. Ten years later, their once-solid marriage begins to fracture under the weight of vicious gossip, half-truths, and misplaced trust. As outsiders worm their way into their private world, Paige and Trevor are forced to confront what's real, what's been lost, and where their loyalties truly lie.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

They say a woman like me shouldn't love a man like him. I'm too loud. Too volatile. Too willing to burn everything down just to make a point. But Matthias Moretti didn't pick me for my sweetness. He picked me because I'm the only woman in this cursed city who can take his violence, match his obsession, and ride him like owning him is a birthright. He was supposed to be a holiday sin I'd laugh about later, a sweat-soaked distraction I used to bury my past. Then one savage little truth blew the floor out from under me and everything we built. Now he's tearing apart his own empire trying to drag me home, razing anything that stands between us. He shouldn't worry. I'm not hiding. I'm waiting.

I thought there was no deep connection like an emotional connection. And I thought that marrying my first and Only boyfriend was the start of a forever. But he took our sacred bond for granted, and destroyed it in such a brutal way I could feel it on my bones. It spread through my body and soul like a disease. And I discovered, how Cheating, in any form or coated by any excusing justifications is still as destructing. Sometimes, to the point it becomes Cureless.

Nora never wanted much. Just a steady home. Simple days. A life that held its shape. She didn't crave excitement or change. She only needed predictability. Her routines, her quiet, her small world. It was enough. She believed that if she kept everything perfectly still, the life she had built would hold. And for a long time, it did. But when the ground finally shifted under her feet, Nora didn't move with it. She froze in place, the way people do when they have no other direction to turn. Because where does a person go when they have nowhere to go? Warning: This story uses mature language and scenes. © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

DARK ROMANCE ! Cheating, very twisted, obsessive ML, a lot of trauma... Lizzy's lips tilted up into a self deprecating smile. The divorce papers were filled, his part already darkened by his informations and his signature long dry on the paper. Her own was still fresh. Only twelve hours old. "How long has it been waiting ?" She dared to ask. There was a lot she wouldn't, but this, this she felt like she should know. How long had he been planning on divorcing her ? --- Elizabeth Clark loved her husband. She had found peace in their arranged marriage and as dysfunctional as it seemed, she had cherished her new home with all she had. Dante Giovanni had merely been biding his time, bearing through this hell of a marriage by counting down the seconds until he could get out of it. But when his wife sets him free, he finds out freedom has a bitter taste and that he might have passed by the love of his life. And Lizzy discovers she is more than just a man's daughter or wife, that she deserves more than what she had been given until then and is ready to fight for it.