"Daddy..." The single word broke him. She stood so quickly that her chair tipped over behind her. Then, just as she had done when she was a frightened little girl... She threw her arms around him. Owen caught her instantly. Aurora buried her face against his chest. "I can't lose him..." she cried "I can't." Owen wrapped both arms tightly around his daughter. His own eyes burned with unshed tears. "I know, sweetheart." "I know." "I told him not to go." "I know." "What if he's..." She couldn't finish""" She died, reborn in the 21st century, decided to save lives, to die again and return to the past ... only to wake up years in the past before she died Given a third chance, Aurora is determined to rewrite history, save the people she once lost, and protect her duchy from the enemies hiding in the shadows. But changing fate comes at a price, and when old feelings, dangerous conspiracies, and an unexpected romance begin to intertwine, Aurora must decide whether the future is worth risking her heart again.

They said Targaryens were monsters. So when Ariela of Myr is sent across the Narrow Sea to marry one, she prepares herself for cruelty, for coldness-for a life where she must survive, not live. Instead, she finds something far more dangerous: kindness. In a court that watches her every move, whispers about her foreign blood, and condemns her faith, Ariela learns quickly that softness can be its own kind of power. Underestimated and overlooked, she becomes a quiet force in a world that was never meant for her. But peace is fragile, grief lingers, and love-no matter how gentle-cannot shield them from the weight of legacy.

A deal is struck between two of the most powerful mafia in the world-run by Aleksandr Romonova and Alessio Marina-to form an "alliance", but it quickly goes wrong when Aleksandr catches his future father-in-law's right-hand man trying to take advantage of his bride, Katerina Antonov. In the name of revenge, Alessio tries to kill Aleksandr at the altar, but he fails and war breaks out between the two. Alessio will stop at nothing to kill Aleksandr and get his Katerina back until he learns that the two have fallen in love and decides to make her his target. When first comes marriage, then comes love, then comes a... well, you know what comes next, and revenge is always sweeter when the stakes are higher.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Everyone thinks Lady Virelle D'Argent is here to cause chaos. Raised by a terrifyingly ambitious mother, blessed with noble blood, and dressed like a villain in a romantic tragedy, Virelle was expected to destroy reputations, steal the spotlight, and seduce the most powerful man in court. She had other plans. Specifically: naps. Quiet corners. Avoiding conversation. But in a world where everyone's playing a dangerous social game, Virelle's refusal to play is the most unpredictable move of all. And when the cold-hearted duke's heir starts spending time with her - not for strategy, but for peace - things begin to unravel in all the wrong ways. She's not scheming. She's just tired.

She was just a tired grade school teacher in the modern world- unappreciated, overworked, and denied her promotion year after year. Her only escape was her favorite otome game... until a tragic accident with a banana peel ended her life. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn't in her small apartment anymore. She was in a luxurious mansion. In a child's body. The villainess of her favorite game. Born as the real daughter of a Marquis, she knew how her story was supposed to end: starvation, betrayal, poison, and death. Her stepmother and stepsister would steal everything from her, and her own father would let her die without a tear. But this time, she refuses to play the role of a doomed villainess. Armed with memories from her past life, loyal brothers at her side, and a sharp tongue sharpened by years of teaching, she'll rewrite fate itself. Yet the world of nobility is more dangerous than she imagined- scheming crown princes, false heroines, poisonous stepmothers, and a cold northern Duke whispered to be a beast. But what if the "beast" turns out to be the one man who sees her for who she truly is?

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Perenne adjective. /pe'rɛnːe/ everlasting , eternal , undying. After the death of both her parents, and the murder of her aunt. Eleanor is sent through a world of turmoil after discovering a promise she never knew about.

"Such a spoiled girl, aren't you?" He nipped at my ear causing me to gasp. My lips parted in shock. "I'm not spoiled." I protested adamantly. "No? My girls not a whiny little brat who pouts until she gets her way?" Knox teased playfully. "I-I just didn't want you to be hungry." I defended weakly, a bit embarrassed from his observation. "Hmm my spoiled girl," He paused giving my neck a small squeeze before continuing, "such good manners." --- Annie has been fighting her entire life. Tired, worn down, effectively broken she had given up trying to fight. She was in most ways a complete shell of herself. Now in her senior year, she was forced to attend in person by her therapist which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Knox was always running. Running from his family, his friends, and his future. The only thing he wasn't willing to run from was her. Annie was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. US & UK Top 10 !!