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Ava Thompson never wanted her obsession with her father's stepbrother, Marcus Hale, to become a relationship. But after one night of crossed lines neither can take back, Ava discovers she's pregnant and lies to save Marcus's already fragile marriage. The truth explodes on her wedding day, ruining families, friends, and reputations. Alone now except Marcus, Ava attempts to mend the damage to his sick daughter, who requires a bone marrow donor to survive. Ava saves a life, but sacrifices everything in the process. When Marcus learns of her actions, he is faced with the decision of whether to keep their error in the past... or pave a future unlikely to ever receive approval.

I stumbled into the wrong hotel room while drunk and accidentally lost my virginity to a stranger in the pitch black. I fled at dawn, hoping to erase the painful mistake. But when I went to a private clinic for a checkup, the "doctor" who walked in and locked the door was him—Cain Reed, a billionaire who coldly declared my body was now his "responsibility." When I tried to escape, he cornered me in the parking garage, threw me into his bulletproof Maybach, and locked me inside his high-security Tribeca penthouse. He had already investigated my entire life—my abandoned childhood, my dead grandmother, my student loans. "You took my first time, and I took yours," he whispered, pinning me against the glass. "You belong to me now." He demanded my complete submission, threatening to stalk my job and my apartment if I dared to run again. I was terrified and suffocating. Why me? Out of all the women in New York, why was this ruthless, powerful man so dangerously obsessed with a nobody who made a drunken mistake? His possessive need felt like drowning, a gilded cage I would never escape. I couldn't let him consume me. Pretending to surrender, I negotiated a public date and watched his luxury car drive away. Then, I pulled out my phone and texted an old college acquaintance. If Cain Reed wanted to control my life, I was going to create a "serious boyfriend" to fight back.

To keep her art scholarship, Vesper had to complete a life-size woodcarving for her final project. But her randomly assigned model was Slade Forrester, the arrogant basketball captain who had shattered her grandfather's priceless antique carving tools freshman year without a single apology. When Vesper blackmailed him with a ten-thousand-dollar property damage claim to force him into the studio, Slade mercilessly turned the tables. "I'll be your model, but you're going to do something for me in return." He demanded she carve a custom piece to help him woo a girl who hated his guts, and forced Vesper to act as his personal spy. The target turned out to be Vesper's own roommate. To make matters worse, Slade caught onto Vesper's terrifyingly deep, secret crush on his polite roommate, Julian. He ruthlessly weaponized her anxiety, mocking her stuttering panic and trapping her in a twisted mutual-blackmail deal that left her completely suffocated. Exhausted, humiliated, and desperate to escape this nightmare, Vesper logged onto the university portal at 2 AM to register for a quiet online elective where she wouldn't have to see anyone. But the system lagged, locking her out of every normal class and leaving only one open seat in a brutal varsity physical conditioning course. With her required credits and scholarship on the line, she had absolutely no choice but to hit register. Then the syllabus loaded on her screen. The Teaching Assistant for the class was Slade Forrester.

I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body. A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain. The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust. Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits? "Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis." Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.

The fog didn’t lift gently; it shattered. For two years, my mind had been a room filled with cotton—muffled, white, shapeless. But when I opened my eyes that morning, the world was violently sharp. The intricate plaster molding on the ceiling wasn’t just a blur of shadows anymore; I could trace every acanthus leaf, every crack in the paint. I was Everleigh Brooks. I was twenty-six. And three years ago, I had married Hudson Kelly. The memories of the car accident slammed into me, followed by the humiliating realization of what I had become: a cognitively regressed invalid, a child in a woman’s body. My breath hitched, panic rising in my throat, but the sound of the bedroom door creaking open froze me. Instinct, primal and terrified, forced my eyelids down.

The mahogany conference table gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights as I reviewed the quarterly projections one final time. King Corporation's board members sat in their leather chairs like vultures, waiting for any sign of weakness. Being Grey's wife had taught me to read these rooms—the subtle power plays, the calculated silences, the way men like these measured everything in dollars and dominance. "Mrs. King, the European expansion numbers look promising," Harrison Mitchell, our CFO, was saying when my phone buzzed against the polished surface. I glanced down at the screen. Maria Santos—Eleanor's housekeeper. Strange. Maria never called during business hours unless... "Excuse me," I murmured, sliding my finger across the screen.

I smoothed my hand over the pastel yellow onesie, folding it with trembling fingers before placing it in the drawer alongside the others—blue, mint green, and the softest shade of lavender. The nursery smelled of fresh paint and new beginnings, bathed in afternoon light that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our Manhattan penthouse. After three years of needles, hormones, disappointments, and tears, my miracle was finally here, sleeping peacefully in the hand-carved mahogany crib that Ryan had imported from Italy. My baby. My perfect, beautiful baby. I began to hum softly, the same lullaby my mother used to sing to me before she passed. The melody felt like a bridge connecting generations—from my mother to me, and now from me to my child. Tears welled in my eyes, but they weren't the desperate ones I'd shed during those endless fertility treatments. These were different. These were joy.

After her father's death, art restorer Elena Russo discovers his massive gambling debts to a dangerous crime family. Unable to pay, she's forced into an underground auction where she's purchased by none other than Dante Valenti, now Chicago's most feared mafia boss, and the boy she loved twelve years ago, before suddenly being torn away from him.

Three months into my pregnancy, I’d started to notice the subtle changes in my body. My curves were fuller, my appetite larger—natural shifts for a Luna carrying the heir of the Silver Moon Pack. Yet, at a pack gathering, I overheard Savanna, a rogue who had always lingered on the fringes of our territory, whisper the words “Pork Chop” to a group of Deltas. The snickers that followed were like a slap to my face. My wolf stirred within me, a low growl forming in my mind. *How dare she?* But I swallowed it down, my eyes locking onto Savanna, who immediately feigned innocence, her wide eyes flicking toward Antonio. “Did you not hear someone insult your Luna like that?” I demanded, my voice sharp enough to cut through the chatter in the room. Antonio, my mate and Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, barely glanced up from his drink. “It was just a joke, Maya. Are you really that uptight?” His indifference stung more than Savanna’s words.

My boyfriend got into Oxford, but he decided to repeat a year of high school instead. I encouraged him to pursue his studies at Oxford. Later, we both went abroad for our master's degrees and came back to start a successful and happy life. But then, after his high school sweetheart was beaten to death by her husband, he ended up killing me. "It's all your fault, Gabrielle, for pushing me to go to Oxford." "If I had stayed back with Adrianna, she would have married me, and she wouldn’t have suffered from the abuse." So, she was his true love all along. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the time right after the college entrance exams. "Gabrielle, I'm thinking about repeating the year." "Go ahead." ============================== Luca was pleased to hear my support. "Adrianna is going to repeat the year too. With my scores, I can request to be in the same class as her. There shouldn't be any issue." I nodded in agreement.

My twenty-first birthday didn’t begin with balloons or a breakfast in bed. It began with fire. It felt as though someone had replaced my blood with molten lead. I gasped, clutching the thin sheets of the guest room bed, my knuckles turning white. This was the Shift Fever—the agonizing precursor to a wolf’s full awakening. For most, it happened at sixteen. For me, a "late bloomer," it had waited until now, the day I legally became an adult in the eyes of the pack law. "Keaton," I whispered through our mind-link, the mental channel static-filled and weak. "Please. It’s starting." Silence.

Aria Carter died betrayed. Her husband ignored her. Her best friend stabbed her in the back. Her family sold her off like a pawn. When she opened her eyes again three years earlier, on the night of her arranged marriage to the city's coldest CEO she swore this life would be different. No more weakness. No more blind love. No more kneeling. Damian Cross, the ruthless billionaire everyone fears, expected a docile wife to decorate his mansion. Instead, he got a woman who met his icy stare with fire of her own. Society sneers at her as the "Cold Wife." Her family calls her a disgrace. Her enemies plot her downfall. But this time, Aria isn't here to beg for scraps she's here to flip the board. Every betrayal will be repaid. Every secret will be exposed. And the husband who once ignored her? He's falling, dangerously, obsessively, in love. Yet beneath the glittering empire lies the truth of her first death... and if Aria isn't careful, the crown she claims may cost her heart all over again.

WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️: 80% SIN, MF, MM, FF, DOMINANT KINK, OBSESSION. I came to Royal Academy to get close to the king's son, use him and kill the king. Not get tangled up in the arms, and mouths of four impossible boys. Landon is the Alpha heir with dangerous eyes and filthy hands. He pins me against lockers and growls like I belong to him. Caspian is the golden boy with music in his voice and sin in his smile. He says I was his muse before I ever walked in the room. Liam touches like a healer but kisses like he's starving. And Fredrick? He watches me like he already knows how I taste. I don't have a wolf. I don't have a mate. But when they touch me, my body doesn't seem to care. I came for revenge. Now I'm falling into a storm of lust, lies, and heat I can't control. They all want me. But only one owns my fate.

I was Aegis's top operative, betrayed by my fiancé, Hazen, and the very woman I had rescued and mentored, Bianca. They conspired against me, framing me as unstable and jealous. Hazen, the man I was supposed to marry, chose to believe her calculated lies over my raw pain, even after he caught them together. He pushed me, causing a head injury, and then publicly condemned me when I tried to expose Bianca's manipulation. My own partner, my friends, everyone I had saved and fought alongside, turned against me, siding with the "fragile" victim she pretended to be. Hazen's final betrayal was the coldest. He had me tortured, then left me broken in a cell, all to protect Bianca's fabricated innocence. "You are a liability, Echo," he had said, his eyes devoid of love, "a dangerous, unstable liability." I was left with nothing, my spirit shattered, my entire life a lie. The accusations, the abandonment, the sheer injustice of it all-it was a poison I couldn't live with. So I did the only thing I could. I walked into a clandestine clinic and had them erase it all. Now, I am Evelyn, a quiet bookseller in Vermont. I remember nothing. And today, three years later, a man with haunted eyes just walked into my shop and called me by a name I don't know: "Echo?"

Alexander Thorne is vice-danger wrapped in billions, immorality, and a smile that feels like sin. And unfortunately for Sophia Rose, he's the man she's been arranged to marry. Sophia may be young, spoiled, and rich, but she's done having her life dictated for her. With her father's crumbling empire and society waiting to feast on their downfall, she has only one escape left: RUN. But no one warned her that Alexander would become her weakness. She shouldn't want a man like him. She definitely shouldn't marry him. However, Alexander is so deliciously irresistible. He makes it his mission to claw his way into her heart, her thoughts, her fears. Every private moment with him leaves her breathless, wanting more, and tangled deeper in his hands. By the time Sophia realizes that he's the thorn that will ruin her life, she's far too trapped to run. ~ Content Warning: This book contains mature and sensitive themes, including sexual sins, exploitation, and manipulation, addiction, trauma, violence, and emotional struggles. These topics are portrayed with honesty and care. Characters wrestle with serious issues on their journey to healing and light. Intimate scenes are sensual but not explicit. Please, read with discernment.

Sign the papers, Silas. We had a deal." "The deal was for one last night, Elena. And I'm not finished with you yet." ​Elena spent three years as Silas Thorne's perfect, silent doll. He didn't marry her for love; he married her to settle a debt, treating her body as his personal playground and her heart as an afterthought. ​Now, the divorce papers are on the bed, but Silas demands a final, grueling price for her freedom. One night of total, erotic surrender. Elena endures his touch, counting the seconds until she can walk away from his toxic obsession forever. ​But freedom is a lie. ​As Elena steps out into the rain, a black Rolls Royce stops her in her tracks. Out steps Dante Vane-a man more powerful, more dangerous, and infinitely more dominant than the husband she just left. ​"Your time with her is up, Thorne. She belongs to me now." ​Caught between a husband who won't let go and a mysterious titan who just "bought" her life, Elena realizes she hasn't escaped the fire-she's just stepped into a much hotter flame. ​Silas used her for pleasure. Dante wants her for everything.or will she use these obssesive powerful man for revenge

"When I kiss him, I kiss him like I haven't seen his lips glossed with human blood... I was still his captive, but I didn't want to be saved" *** She saw something she shouldn't have. Now she's his. Alpha Cassius Vale doesn't ask. He takes. And when he claims Annelise as his mate, it's forever. There's no escape from his world, only desire, danger, and a love that could ruin them both.

Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie—an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse.

I was the fated mate of Ryker Blackwood, the future Alpha, but my lack of an awakened wolf made me a pathetic joke to his pack. Instead of protecting me, he publicly rejected me, chose the manipulative Lilith Vane as his Luna, and locked me in a freezing dungeon. While the entire pack cheered for their final mating ceremony above, I rotted in heavy chains below. When a rogue attack killed our unborn pups, I reached out to him in agony, but his voice through our fading bond was like splintered ice. "Our pups are dead. Don't bother me again." He didn't care at all. The casual dismissal shattered my inner wolf, and I died in that filthy cell, suffocating on my own despair and a hatred so potent it burned through my last breath. Until my last moment, I couldn't understand why my absolute devotion was met with such cruel betrayal, and why my fated mate let our children die without a second thought. Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the dungeon. I was back in my seventeenth year, choking on the icy water of the lake Lilith had just pushed me into. Seeing Ryker's arrogant sneer and Lilith's fake concern on the shore, I didn't cry or beg for his attention like I did in my past life. This time, I would publicly sever our sacred bond, awaken my true Alpha bloodline, and make them pay for every drop of my blood.

The key slid into the lock with a soft click. I hadn't planned to use it—the spare key to Lawson's private study that he didn't know I had. But something about the rhythmic sounds filtering through the heavy oak door had stopped me in my tracks. I'd returned early from my business trip, eager to surprise my husband of three months. The house had been silent when I entered, but as I climbed the stairs, I heard it—breathing, labored and uneven, coming from behind the locked door of Lawson's sanctuary. My hand trembled slightly as I turned the knob. Perhaps I should have knocked. Perhaps I should have announced myself. But something primal drove me forward. The scene that greeted me burned itself into my memory with painful clarity.

When I was fifteen, my father, Gideon Patterson, a Delta warrior in the Moonlight Pack, died saving the life of Dax Munoz, the Alpha heir. After his death, Faith Munoz, the Luna of the pack, took me in, and with Dax's silent approval, I became the quiet shadow that followed him around. It wasn’t until the beginning of our senior year that I accidentally knocked over the coffee Dax had bought for Anastasia Alvarez, a Beta from the rival Nightshade Pack. For the first time, Dax was upset with me. "Brooklyn," he said, his voice cold and authoritative, the Alpha tone cutting through the air. "Your father saved me, but the Munoz family has housed you for three years. We don’t owe each other anything." He walked away, hand in hand with the radiant Beta, leaving me to quietly clean up the mess on the floor. My wolf whimpered softly in the back of my mind, but I silenced her. I grabbed the pack application form and silently crossed out my choice to follow Dax to the Alpha’s training grounds. From then on, we were square.

The night air carried the sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine as I walked alone through the Moon Garden. My footsteps crunched softly on the gravel path, each sound echoing in the midnight silence. Ten years. Ten years since I'd buried my pup beneath these silver moonflowers that bloomed only in darkness. I traced my fingers over the marble statue of Mael—my beautiful boy, forever frozen in playful innocence. The moonlight caught the polished stone, making it seem almost alive. "Hello, my little wolf," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. "Mother's here." The silence that answered me felt heavier than usual. For the first time in a decade, Kane wasn't here. We always came together on this night—to remember, to grieve, to hold each other in the darkness that never quite healed.

THIS IS A FOUR PART STORY BOOK ONE: Programmed the Quarterback robot to live BOOK TWO: Switched Bodies with the hockey star BOOK THREE: Swapped identity to be with the Alpha boxer BOOK FOUR: Contracted to marry the hockey star I hate, falling for the brother I shouldn't. Four stories. Four sports. One tangled web of love, lies, and locker-room secrets. Grace, Ethan, and Liam are caught in a dangerous game of hearts where contracts and betrayals blur the lines between love and duty. Callie and Finn are enemies bound by a magical curse, forced to share bodies, secrets, and a love they never expected. Reyna navigates a world of boxing, werewolves, and dark magic, balancing two identities and a burning need for revenge. Kaya builds the perfect quarterback... only to discover that even a robot can steal her heart. From the hockey rink to the boxing ring, the football field to enchanted arenas of magic, passion ignites, hearts collide, and secrets threaten to unravel everything. In a world where love is both the ultimate victory and the deadliest risk, who will win and who will lose? Offside Desires is a sizzling, four-in-one sports romance that proves some games are worth breaking all the rules.

Everyone in Manhattan envied me for being married to Julian Sterling, the "Saint of Wall Street." After a tragic accident ended my ballet career, he was the ultimate devoted husband, carrying me when I couldn't walk and managing my "mental episodes" with saintly patience. But inside our fifty-million-dollar penthouse, my savior was actually my jailer. I started losing time and forgetting entire days, while Julian insisted my "trauma" was making me lose my mind, forcing me to take heavy sedatives he personally prepared. The horror peaked when I discovered my disability was a lie; Julian had been paying my surgeon to inject neurotoxins into my ankle just to keep me dependent. He used deepfakes to convince the world I was psychotic, all while secretly harvesting my eggs to create an heir I never knew existed. I spent years mourning the life he stole, wondering how the man who once took a bullet for me could be the same monster who watched my bones shatter with a smile. Finding my stolen son being used as a pawn in his sick legacy was the final straw. Julian thought he broke my wings, but he only taught me how to hunt. He stole my life, my body, and my child. Now, I'm coming to take them all back.