Kidnapped By Mate

His eyes were black when he bit into her neck. Belle doesn't remember much from last night, but she remembers that. Before the pain and pleasure had pulsed through her, overpowering her, he had looked at her with eyes that weren't even human. The next thing she knows, she's waking up in his bed. His massive, muscular arms wrapped around her, his hot breath ghosting over the throbbing bite mark he left on her throat. Against all reason, she wants him to seal his lips over his mark again, to lick and suck and bite. She wants his hands to wander, his low voice to whisper filthy promises in her ear before he follows through. But that's insane. Sure, he's any woman's wet dream, but he's also a complete stranger. The only thing she knows about him is how he introduced himself. Alpha Grayson. But was Alpha a title or a name? And why did he keep calling her his mate?

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I went to move away, looking forward to escaping the awkward situation, but the man just tightened his hold on me.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Not so fast... You're not getting away that easily."

Then he looked at the creeper who would be sitting next to me during the flight.

"Move," he said to him.

Mr. Creeper just sat there and gawked at us for a second. It made me very uncomfortable to think he'd been watching us.

"What?" he asked.

"Move," the good-looking man repeated. "I'm sitting there."

"I'm sorry? I'm not moving. This is my seat."

The man holding me growled low. "Here, take mine." He handed Mr. Creeper his ticket. "It's first class," he said, watching the man look over the ticket with a raised eyebrow. "Now, move," he said slowly-almost threateningly-as if he was daring the man to question his orders again.

The creep looked at us one more time before he got up and quickly grabbed his bag. "Go on, gorgeous," my new, mysterious neighbor said, gently pushing me to the window seat while following closely behind.

"Um, sorry about earlier," I muttered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and dropping my gaze. I wanted this guy to like me. "I rarely go around touching strangers like that, I promise."

I laughed nervously. When he didn't respond, I cleared my throat.

"Okay... So why did you give up your first-class ticket to sit all the way back here?" My eyes met his, and his hand moved to cup my cheek.

"Because I wanted to be near you," he said huskily. He ran his thumb over my cheekbone as he examined every inch of my face. "Wow, how did I get so lucky?"

I leaned away from him, not sure of how to respond. I must've heard him wrong.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

He just smiled and shook his head. "Nothing. Don't worry about it, beautiful." He leaned toward me across the armrest. We were close for two strangers.

"I'm Grayson. What's your name?"

Almost as if I were in a daze, I heard myself say, "Belle."

His smile widened. "Belle," he said to himself. "My Belle."

His eyes were so pretty. I couldn't help but stare into them. "Uh-huh...," I said absently.

He let out a wholehearted laugh.

Did I say something funny?

"Our bond is strong; I can tell," he said.

Is it just me, or does nothing he says make any sense?

"What? Our bond?" I asked.

He brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. "Don't you worry your little head about it." I was once again snapped out of the daze he seemed to keep putting me in when a baby behind us let out a loud scream. Realizing just how close I was to the man Grayson I jumped back.

I'd been able to feel his breath on my face.

My cheeks immediately turned red, but before I could feel too embarrassed, he spoke.

"Mine. Mate," he said, his deep, husky voice ringing in my ears.

2. Turbulence

BELLE "What did you just say?" I asked.

"So, business or pleasure?" Grayson asked.

Oh, right. I had almost completely forgotten where I was. I was hearing things. It must have been the stress. My nerves picked up again as I remembered that the plane would likely take off any minute.

"Oh, um, neither, I guess. I will visit my mother and her husband."

I must've been making a face because Grayson asked, "And you're not happy to see your mother and her husband?" I shook my head.

"No, not since she left my sick father and me to run off to Paris and marry her rich lover," I heard myself saying.

I paused. I can't believe I just said that.

I had told no one about my mother, and now I'd just blabbed it to a complete stranger.

I looked at him. His expression was pensive.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. I promise I'm not that crazy person on the plane who shares her entire life story with the stranger sitting next to her."

Grayson looked deeply into my eyes-almost as if he were searching for something -and then he grabbed the armrest between us and lifted it so it was no longer a barrier. I watched his movements closely.

"Um... What are you doing?"

"Shh...," Grayson said. He grabbed my hips, which were already angled toward him, and tugged me so that my knees were touching his.

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Tyla thought Miami was her fresh start. She didn't expect to become the obsession of the city's most dangerous "Golden Boy," Daniel Thorne. He's untouchable, wealthy beyond measure, and used to getting what he wants. And right now? He wants Tyla-body, soul, and everything in between. But the heat in Miami isn't just from the sun. While Daniel's magnetic pull draws Tyla into a world of high-stakes parties and whispered promises, a blade is being sharpened in the shadows. Summer, the "best friend" who has lived in Tyla's shadow for years, has finally reached her breaking point. Summer doesn't just want Daniel; she wants Tyla's life. And she's willing to burn both of them to the ground to get it.

Action Billionaire Modern

8.3

Death Of A Marriage, Birth Of Revenge

8.3

My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face. It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table. Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress. With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman. The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage? I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Her Professor, His Obsession

9.2

Aria Giovanni has never been a rule breaker, until her last year in college. She unknowingly spent a night with her new professor, professor Damon Carter. She thought he was just a professor. He knew she was the key to his revenge. Aria Giovanni has only one goal... graduate from Westbridge University and finally leave behind the struggles of student life. But that reckless night out changes everything when she was in the arms of a mysterious stranger... one she's sure she'll never see again. Until she walks into her literature class. Damon Carter isn't just a professor, he's a billionaire leading a double life. His mission is simple, get close to Aria, use her to lure out her father... Robert Giovanni... the man who destroyed his life five years ago. But as his carefully laid out plans unfold, Damon finds himself entangled in something far more dangerous than revenge... desire. Aria knows she shouldn't fall for her professor. He's older, off-limits, and far too dangerous for her heart. When the truth comes out, shattering her world, Aria is forced to face the ultimate betrayal. Now, with her future on the line, and her heart caught between love and revenge, she must decide... Will she walk away from him forever, or surrender to the man who's been obsessed with her from the start?

Action Modern Young Adult

8.5

His Cold Heart, My Fiery Soul

8.5

Delphine Yenla has learned one thing the hard way; love doesn't just hurt, it breaks you in ways you don't recover from. So she stopped believing in it. She chose independence, control, and a life where no one could get close enough to hurt her again. And for a while, it worked. Until Wilson Dan walked into her world. Cold, composed, and impossible to read, Wilson is the kind of man who never loses control. He does not get involved. He does not make mistakes. And he never lets anyone get close enough to matter. But she doesn't realize... Wilson is not the kind of man you resist twice. People don't challenge him. Delphine does. From their very first encounter, something shifts. The tension between them is immediate, sharp, unsettling, impossible to ignore. And from the moment he notices her, walking away stops being a choice. Every conversation feels like a quiet battle. Every glance lingers longer than it should. And the more they try to stay in control, the more everything begins to slip. But this is not just about attraction. There are things Wilson isn't saying. Things Delphine is starting to notice. And people around them who are already watching... and waiting. What began as resistance quickly became something she cannot control. Because this is not just about feelings. It is about power. It is about position. And Delphine may already be standing somewhere she doesn't understand, somewhere she cannot simply walk away from. Is she getting closer to Wilson... or already too deep to step out? When control finally breaks, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Some hearts don't just fall in love. They fall into something they may not survive.

Action Mafia Romance

8.1

Married to the Man I Hate

8.1

She never imagined love would begin with a marriage she didn't want. Forced into a union to save her family, Elena promised herself one thing, she would never love her husband. But the man she hated was nothing like she expected... And the heart she tried to protect slowly betrayed her.

Action Modern Romance

8.9

Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

8.9

I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.

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