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Marked By Fate di LiteraryLoveAffair_
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Emily has grown up in foster care her entire life. No family. No friends. No one who's ever stayed long enough to matter. Just Emily. Alone. Unwanted. Unremarkable. Until the day a man in a suit shows up at her door... and everything she thinks she knows shatters. Her real name isn't the one she's been using. Her life wasn't an accident. She wasn't abandoned. She was hidden. Hidden from a family that has been searching for her. Hidden from enemies older than history. Hidden from a destiny that should never have reached her. Because Emily Ashford isn't human. She's the last surviving heir of a forgotten Alpha bloodline - a legacy powerful enough to challenge kings and awaken ancient forces long buried. And Blackvale University, the prestigious supernatural academy buried deep in the mountains, has been waiting for her return. But nothing shocks her more than him. Lucian Blackthorn. Future Alpha King. Arrogant. Beautiful. Untouchable. And the moment he sees her, something in him breaks. He's drawn to her. Haunted by her. Terrified of what she means. Because Emily isn't just important - she's his mate. Fated. Bound to him long before they were born. Destined to either save their world... or destroy it. Emily doesn't know who she's supposed to be. Lucian doesn't know how to let her go. And the bond pulling them together is only growing stronger... and hotter. She was hidden to protect her. He'll burn the world to keep her. Some girls are born ordinary. Emily Ashford was born marked by fate
The Light He Returned To di EmptyNestWriter
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He thought betrayal ended his story. She's about to show him it's only the beginning. Canyon Kelly Built a billion-dollar tech empire from nothing. He survived abandonment, success, pressure-and thought he'd finally found stability in a ten-year relationship with the woman he was about to marry. Until he walked into his office late one night... and watched his fiancée in the throes of passion with his best friend and business partner. Weeks later, at what should've been their engagement brunch , Canyon exposes their affair in front of everyone. The world expects him to fall apart. Instead, he points to the one woman he never truly stopped missing: Lucía Navarro. His childhood best friend. The girl who once sketched him in secret. The light he didn't realize he'd lost until it was gone. Lucía wants nothing to do with Canyon's scandals-or his sudden need for a wife. Seven years ago, he stood by while the woman he loved humiliated her, shattering their friendship beyond repair. But when Canyon asks for one last favor, she agrees... because part of her heart never let him go. What starts as a marriage of convenience becomes something far more complicated. Canyon remembers every detail she never thought he noticed. Lucía begins to see the man she loved hidden beneath the one she left behind. But old wounds run deep-especially when Canyon drags her back to the place where everything fell apart. When Lucía's past pain crashes into Canyon's present regrets, their fragile connection shatters. She runs-again. This time all the way to Dublin, to the sister who helps rebuild her spark. Canyon crossed an ocean once to expose a lie. Now he'll cross it again to fight for the only truth that matters. She was always his light. This time, he's not leaving without her.
Void (Savage Sinners MC) di HarlotPlay
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He wears scars like armor. She wears confidence like a weapon. And in a town that believes in soulmates... they never stood a chance. Void: I'm the ruthless President of the Savage Sinners MC. Feared, respected, and untouchable. On the outside, I'm all dominance and control. On the inside, I'm convinced no woman could ever want me. Not with the darkness I carry or the scars etched into my skin. Sam: I don't believe in fate. I do believe in knowing what I want, and taking it. I wasn't looking for forever, just one unforgettable night. But one look was all it took. In Galetown, legends say soulmates recognize each other instantly. When Void and Sam collide, denial burns just as hot as desire. He thinks he'll ruin her. She refuses to let him push her away. Two alphas. One undeniable bond. And a love neither of them saw coming. A gritty MC romance with soulmate energy, fast-burn heat, and a scarred hero who never expected to be chosen.
Saints of Retribution MC: Priest di EmptyNestWriter
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He lives by rules. She breaks them just by existing. Atlas "Priest" Adams is the president of the Saints of Retribution MC-a brotherhood of former soldiers who hunt the worst monsters hiding in plain sight. He believes in control, silence, and distance. No titles. No promises. No babies. Attachments get people killed. Dr. Indigo "Blue" Thorne isn't looking for danger. After a brutal night in the ER, she finds solace in a bar-and in a man who promises nothing beyond one night. She agrees to his rules because she doesn't want forever. Neither of them is telling the truth. What starts as a no-strings arrangement turns into something deeper, even as Priest insists Blue is temporary. Then the past comes roaring back. When his brother's widow arrives at the clubhouse pregnant and desperate, Priest's silence and half-truths destroy everything Blue thought she understood. So she disappears. Months later, fate drags them back together in an ER bay-where Priest sees the woman he lost... and the child she's carrying. Now Priest must face the consequences of the rules he hid behind, the words he never said, and the woman he never claimed. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, he'll have to decide whether love is a weakness- -or the one thing worth bleeding for. PRIEST is a dark, emotional MC romance about control, miscommunication, and the cost of loving halfway-featuring a hardened hero, a strong heroine, betrayal, redemption, and a hard-won happily ever after.
Heir of Silence di LiteraryLoveAffair_
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Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.
Delete Her Number, Spencer di SheLovesAGoodStory_
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Aniya thought marriage meant partnership, love, and maybe the occasional argument about Netflix passwords. What she didn't plan for was Farrah - Spencer's charming, passive-aggressive "work wife" who somehow made "emotional cheating" look like part of the job description. At first, it was small stuff: snarky comments about Aniya's yoga career, a suspicious number of office selfies, and a mysteriously missing anniversary mug. But when Farrah starts hashtagging Spencer as her "WorkHubby" and scheduling dinners on their actual anniversary, Aniya realizes she's not imagining it-this woman is trying to steal her man, one team meeting at a time. Now Aniya has two options: 1. Let Farrah run the show while Spencer plays the clueless nice guy. 2. Or remind everyone - including her husband - exactly who's married to him. Told with sharp humor, brutal honesty, and enough chaos to fill an HR report, Delete Her Number, Spencer is a modern love story about marriage in the social media era - where loyalty is tested, egos are fragile, and no one is safe from a "work bestie" with boundary issues.
What Do I Owe You di midnightbluewriting
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I'm engaged to the woman of my dreams. Emilia is brilliant, beautiful, and an incredibly successful doctor. I'm a grease-stained mechanic who makes a quarter of what she does. She believes in me. She loves me. But I don't deserve her. So I go out looking to destroy us... and Emilia catches me. I've shattered the only woman who ever made me feel worthy. She doesn't trust me. The ring is off. Our future is hanging by a thread. If I want her back, I'll have to unlearn everything my father taught me about love, money, and what it means to be a man. But this isn't a fairytale... and sometimes you don't get second chances. WARNING: This story contains themes of infidelity, childhood abuse, relationship abuse, and misogyny.
Lies di Sleepykitten13
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Rune was lost. Her father had no idea she even existed. Her brothers had no idea she existed. She was hidden in a web of lies but her Mother's death cleared the cobwebs away. Her family is overjoyed to discover her but they aren't all what they seem. Rune was born in lies. She spent her childhood in them. Would she be doomed to spend her life in them as well?
If Only di BernieCross
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The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.
Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession di imcrazyyourpoint
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This story is about a girl who catches the eyes of a dangours gang leader. Started when i was really young so may majorly edit the beginning.🙃 read at your own risk. Dark romance forced proximity Updated weekly Wednesday Smut containing chapters will have 🔥 in title His rough, husky breath whispered in my ear, "Now, what's a girl like you doing at a time like this?" I refused to answer him as I continued to try and break out of his iron-like grip. "Let me go," I whispered breathlessly. I felt the vibration of his laugh on my back. "Now, why would I do that little one? You're mine." ''Wh-what n-n-no you're not let me go now," I said as I dug my fingernails into his forearms. His calm composure was gone as he slammed my body against a nearby wall. I whimpered lightly. He responded roughly. "I'm not going to say this again, little one. You are testing my patience. I'm not afraid to put you in your place. You aren't leaving me; you are mine!!! Do I make myself clear?!!!" I felt tears stream down my face as I responded with a nob. He didn't seem pleased with this "answer with your words, dammit," he screamed. "Yeah, I understand, I said shakily. He smiled at me, brought his lips up to my check, and kissed me. "Okay, let's go, "he said with a light smile, grabbing my hand in an iron-like grip. A car stopped near me, and he opened the door, trying to pull me in. I quickly came to the realization what was happening, and I ran away from him. However, he easily caught me and threw me over his shoulder. I pounded my fist against his back. It seemed to unfase him as he threw me, closed the door, and looked hard at me. I sank down at his glare. "Go, Andrew," the strange man called out. After a while, his anger seemed to dial down, and he then sighed, running his hand through his brown hair.