Highest Rankings - #1 in gun, #2 in jealousy, #7 in innocent, #10 in mafia #12 in love --- She cringed as she spotted the bus a good 20 meters away from her, she would have to run in the pelting rain. As she inhaled a breath to hold as she ran, she turned abruptly as she heard a loud groan. Turning to her right she spotted a giant, lumbering figure stumbling towards her. Biting her lip nervously, she threw a glance at the bus, before facing the injured man, it was getting dark so she could not see his features well, the street lamp shining on his back. From what she could see, the giant man was gripping his shoulder, there seemed to be no blood. Going against her better judgement, she watchfully approached him, placing her hands in the air to show that she meant no harm. She surprised herself with this action, she should've left, she should've just gotten on that bus and never looked back, but there was something about him, something that pulled the innocent girl towards the menacing man. A pull she couldn't deny. - Marcello, King of the Mafia, claims a bright, innocent girl, a stark contrast to his dark, tainted self. But you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. She was born to be the Queen. --- Editing - the chapters that have the word 'chapter' on it, haven't been edited.

Synopsis: Angelika never expected her fascination with ancient Egypt to become reality. One moment, she was curled up with a book about Rameses and Nefertari, tracing the hieroglyphs with her fingers. The next, she was being dragged through the grand halls of an Egyptian palace-thousands of years in the past. Face to face with the powerful and enigmatic Prince Rameses, she quickly realizes she is no mere spectator in history. Rameses is captivated by her, declaring that she now belongs to him. As she struggles to find a way back home, Angelika must navigate the treacherous world of ancient Egypt, where power, passion, and fate intertwine. But the more she resists, the more Rameses tightens his grip. And soon, she begins to wonder-was she brought here by accident, or was it destiny?

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae Tech mogul Zayden Knight is blindsided when his wife, Bella, walks out, finally fed up with playing second fiddle to his manipulative childhood best friend, Isla. Forced to see Isla's toxic schemes and his own neglect, Zayden must embark on a grueling campaign of redemption to win back the woman he loves, proving with relentless groveling that she will always be his first and only priority.

For over a hundred rotations, my kind has thrived under the use of surrogates. We are a male-dominated race, a warrior race, with a single objective....to dominate the universe. To do this, we have suppressed our mate bonds, forgotten the traditions that used to bind us to the mates we once worshipped. But all the changes now. Abandoned and alone, we are forced to expose our surrogates to life aboard a military vessel. My surrogate is the first we awaken. I know I'm strong enough to resist the pull of the bond. To avoid the human female who carries my son. I have to be. Otherwise I put every Trenzian warrior on this ship at risk. Not to mention the other surrogates and younglings still in hypersleep. But what happens when I can't resist my instincts, and my female is threatened. Will I embrace the passion and ferocity of a forgotten time? Or do I stay to the path that was laid out before me, even if I risk losing them forever?

Oman married a homeless girl to protect her from this cruel society. At first, he was beyond frustrate by this girl who was thrusted into his hands against his will. Later, unknowingly he fell harder for his little wife. *** Oman was exiled from his own country and he had travel to another country. During their deserted journey they both came close enough to share physical and emotional intimacy. Oman was a ruthless and fearless man, while tara was a quiet and innocent girl. Age-gap Historical fiction.

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

Adelaide Greyard was born cursed. Her crimson eyes marked her as an omen in an empire that feared what it did not understand. Though a legitimate daughter of a marquisate, she was unloved, unwanted, and quietly tormented her entire life. Weak, soft-hearted, and desperate for affection, Adelaide clung to the one man betrothed to her-only to be publicly humiliated, betrayed, and cruelly rejected. When the man she loved told her she was disgusting and pitiful, Adelaide chose death. But death was not the end. Reborn with her memories intact-and power already awakening-Adelaide laughs at the foolish girl she once was. This time, she will not beg for love or approval. Bound once more to the Aragon Dukedom, she makes a decision that shocks the empire: she refuses her former fiancé and instead asks to marry Kael Aragon, his uncle-a battle-hardened duke more than twice her age. Only then does Alexus Aragon begin to see her. The tears are gone. The weakness is gone. The woman who once loved him without restraint now looks at him with cold indifference-and it unsettles him. Attraction follows regret. Regret turns to obsession. For the first time, Alexus wants Adelaide... and for the first time, she wants nothing from him. He clings. He schemes. He tries to reclaim what he once scorned. But Adelaide does not turn back. This is not a story of forgiveness. It is a story of refusal. Of desire awakened too late. And of a woman who chooses herself-while the man who broke her watches her slip beyond his reach. Some loves are ungodly. Some regrets are eternal.

Nico Thorne is the perfect gentleman. The perfect student. The perfect best friend. For his whole life, he has been a fixture in the St. Patrick household. He eats at their dinner table, vacations in their guest house, and guards Amahle's brother like a brother of his own. He is the golden boy of Locust Grove, the heir to a legal empire, and the one person everyone trusts implicitly. To Amahle, he is just the background noise of her childhood the cold, distant figure who never looked her way. But she was wrong. He wasn't ignoring her. He was studying her. While Amahle thought she was invisible, Nico was memorizing her every move. waiting for the perfect moment to shatter the boundaries between them. He doesn't care about the decades of friendship with her brother. He doesn't care about the consequences. When a devastating mistake threatens to ruin her family entire future, Amahle thinks she has nowhere to turn. But Nico is there. Ready to help. Ready to make it all go away. She thinks he's her savior. She doesn't realize that in Nico's world, salvation comes with fine print. He isn't playing a game of chance; he's playing a game of control. And by the time Amahle realizes she's a pawn on his board, it will be too late to run. He's always been close. Now, he's never letting go.

Jaylen Soriano witnessed her father murder her mother. She was abused by her father her whole life, given to one of the brothers, until one day she was saved by the enemy club. She was captivated by one of the brothers who saved her, only problem? He hated her guts. Hatchett hated everyone from Venom's Pit, even the presidents daughter. But at every event, he'd find himself watching her. When she gets kidnapped, he makes it his mission to find her, finally accepting that he might actually like her. Mistakes are made. Things are said. Hearts get broken. Can everything get fixed before it's too late? © Brittney Spencer - All Rights Reserved ~Unedited~

Wren falls in love before she understands what love can cost. Knox stays close enough to hurt her, never close enough to choose her, teaching her that longing can be cruel when it has no name. Years pass in avoidance and restraint, in almosts and maybes that rot into silence. By the time fate finally claims them, Wren has already learned how to live without him, and Knox has learned too late what it means to lose her without ever truly having her. The bond snaps into place like a sentence, not a gift. Love is no longer innocent. Forgiveness is not promised. But somewhere beneath the damage, something still aches to survive. This story is set in a universe where bonding and mating is commonplace. There is always a HEA ***this story explores mating bonds in humans as a cultural norm. There are no werewolves or supernatural beings in this world***