"Hi, lovely readers! I'm so grateful for your support, so I'll keep the weekly updates coming on Wattpad. Dying to binge-read the whole story? Here's the exciting part-just search for 《Spoiled by the Billionaire》 on Amazon, and you can snatch up the full version in no time!" On the night her boyfriend got engaged to another woman,Sophia drowned her sorrows in a haze of alcohol and made a daring choice-spending the night with Nathaniel, the brother of her boyfriend's fiancée. Sophia sought a man with power and influence to shield her from the sting of betrayal. Nathaniel, in turn, was drawn to her youthful beauty and captivating confidence. For a time, it felt like more than just an arrangement. Sophia believed Nathaniel might truly care for her. But her hopes were dashed when he revealed his plans for a strategic marriage, leaving her only a check and a cold farewell. He expected tears, accusations, maybe even a scene. But Sophia merely smiled, pocketed the check, and walked out with her dignity intact. Her parting words were simple and cutting: "Goodbye, Nathaniel. I doubt we'll ever meet again." Fate, however, had other plans. When their paths crossed once more, Sophia was no longer the heartbroken woman he'd left behind. Stronger and more radiant than ever, she had someone new by her side. Nathaniel's jealousy was undeniable, his voice raw with regret. "Sophia," he said, his tone heavy with emotion, "it was me you loved first." She met his gaze with calm amusement, her smile laced with irony. "Nathaniel, you're the one who walked away. If you want a date now, you'll have to get in line." The very next day, Nathaniel appeared with a dazzling diamond ring and a fortune worth billions, dropping to one knee in front of her. "Sophia, I'm done waiting. Marry me."

How would you feel If you found your mate but they haven't found you because you have no scent NOT MY STORY !!!

The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is fire. At twenty-three, she is the quiet CEO of Armstrong Enterprises. Cold, powerful, and always in control. Five years ago, her wedding went wrong. The groom ran away. So her grandfather found a replacement. Freen Sarocha Chankimha. An orphan. Uneducated. Too loud for rich people. Too mischievous for rules. A storm. And somehow... the storm became the husband of the fire. Their marriage was never love. It was duty. Now they live in the Armstrong mansion with their four-year-old daughter Mon-a tiny thunder who runs around screaming "Daddy!" and causing daily chaos. Becky is fire. Freen is storm. Mon is thunder. The mansion is tired. The fire never looks at the storm. But the storm is still there... cooking, driving, gardening, and accidentally annoying rich relatives. And somewhere in this marriage of duty- someone is actually enjoying the duty a little too much. Captain. 🌩️⚡🔥 --- Freen G!P ---

Landon King is chaos wrapped in arrogance. Charming, untouchable, and impossibly infuriating. Jeremy Volkov is control incarnate. A calculating, dangerous force who thrives on precision and power. They should never cross paths. They should never want each other. But one night, in a storm of anger, adrenaline, and unspoken desire, the line between hatred and obsession shatters. What begins as a brutal, violent encounter ignites a fire neither of them can contain. Every glance becomes a challenge, every touch a provocation, every word a trap. Their battles are no longer just about pride. They're a game of dominance, seduction, and relentless, intoxicating tension. In a world of privilege, secrets, and danger, Landon and Jeremy are drawn together by a force that is as thrilling as it is dangerous. Who will claim the upper hand? Who will bend? And how far will either of them go to get what they want? Enemies, rivals, and something far more dangerous: they are each other's obsession.

"Tobias," Hunter rasped, his breath hot against his ear as his hips kept up the brutal, shallow friction. "Let me feed. Let me take you all the way." Tobias's head fell back, his eyes glazed over as his fingers dug into Hunter's bare shoulders. "Yes... Hunter, please... take it." ​To his people, Hunter is an absolute sovereign-a ruthless, immortal king ruling over the vampire realm with an iron fist. He has spent centuries waiting for the one thing even a king cannot command: his true mate. ​Tobias is just a normal human trying to survive day-to-day, completely oblivious to the shadow world lurking just out of sight. He has no idea that monsters exist, let alone that he belongs to their king. But the moment Hunter felt the tether snaps into place the lifelong bond was sealed. #bitten, smitten, eaten and all the inbetweens.

⊹܀٭☾ 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃: Death took him, darkness changed him, but love still binds him. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Jungkook's breath came in short gasps as he gripped his brother in law's arm. "𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴, tell them! 𝗧𝗮𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗲 is with me-he's real!" His hyung's face was pale, eyes filled with something ,, Then, in a quiet, heavy voice, he whispered, "𝗧𝗮𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝟭𝟵 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲" The boy's body went rigid, the world tilting beneath his feet., but no words came out-only silence, thick and suffocating. Then, just as the cold crept into his bones, a warm breath ghosted against his ear, and a familiar voice murmured, "𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝗻?" "𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 or not, 𝗯𝘂𝗻 ... you're still 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚." ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Taehyung was once an innocent five-year-old, full of warmth and laughter, until his parents sent him away to boarding school. They thought they were securing his future, but instead, they sent him to his death. A tragic night of fire and screams took his life, but fate had already begun writing a new story. That same night, far away, jungkook named a boy was born-pure, gentle, and untouched by darkness. But his life was not kind. His mother's hatred, his siblings' cruelty-only his father's love kept him from being truly abandoned. Yet, Jungkook was never truly alone. Taehyung returned, no longer the boy he used to be. Reborn with the power of a devil, his soul had only one purpose-to protect the boy destined to be his. Jungkook, naive and unaware, never questioned the unseen warmth around him, the presence that followed him like a shadow. But love that defies death is never gentle. And when the truth finally unraveled, there would be no escape. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏ'

Riley, a young omega trying to free himself from an abusive family, joins the military to fight criminal alphas who are enslaving his kind, but he finds much more than just his freedom: his new family. *** Riley Steele, a skilled omega soldier, is ready to do whatever it takes to get accepted into Special Operations Unit set to fight domestic terrorists: alphas who are trying to bring back times when omegas were considered broodmares and slaves. This unit hasn't accepted omegas in years, and the people standing in his way are not shy to take advantage of his determination. What choice does he have? He's safe from his abusive family if he stays in the army, but the infantry is infested with alphas who see him as nothing but a toy, so he must grow stronger to protect himself. The path forward brings him more abuse by alphas who hate to see a strong, skilled omega in the army, but it's too late to turn back now after everything he's already endured to get there. His wish finally comes true, and is allowed to join the unit with a promise his life will be hell, and the people he should be afraid of are not the terrorists... No... It's his allies he can't trust. Pushed to his breaking point, Riley joins Tactical Team 07, a team of ten alphas, fearing he's made the biggest mistake of his life. But perhaps these alphas are different. Perhaps his new captain is as kind and caring as he seems. Perhaps his new partner doesn't actually hate his guts like he pretends. And perhaps he has found his new family, his brothers, and with them, he might even learn he no longer wants to fight just to protect himself, but to protect his country and the freedom of all omegas. Trigger Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Implied Rape Welcome to Shaded Universe, where domestic terrorism is a big issue; where the good guys are not always good, and the bad guys aren't always bad; where men are cute and cuddly, and where "good boy" and "baby boy" are common phrases even between friends.

Book 1: Being rewritten _____________________ Charlotte Kineton is twenty-five, finishing college, and looking for something simple: a job that pays, a room that's quiet, a life that finally feels steady. When she interviews for a live-in nanny position with the enigmatic Mr. Darcy, she expects professionalism, distance, and a strictly temporary arrangement. What she doesn't expect is how quickly his house begins to feel like a place she belongs. Darcy never intended to complicate his life. A single father to five-year-old Ella, he runs his world with precision and restraint. He knows hiring Charlotte is dangerous. She is too sharp, too warm, too alive in a house built on order and quiet grief. But he hires her anyway, telling himself it's logic, when it's really instinct. What follows is a slow collision of glances held too long, conversations that linger, and emotions that refuse to stay professional. Charlotte grows attached to Ella. Darcy grows aware of Charlotte. Jealousy appears where it has no right to exist. Affection hides behind rules. Desire learns to whisper instead of shout. Hello, Mr. Darcy is a slow-burn romance about two people doing everything in their power to be responsible while falling into something undeniably reckless. It's a story of restraint that trembles, of longing wrapped in civility, and of a home that quietly becomes more than a place to live. Not love at first sight. But something far more dangerous