The Forbidden Heat

He had lived his entire life in solitude - hated by the world and abandoned by his own father just one day after his mother's death. Thrown into the streets, he grew up with nothing but hunger, pain, and the memory of the woman who once gave him love. Years later, the boy who was forgotten by everyone became the man whose name filled the newspapers - powerful, feared, and ruthless. He had turned into a monster, driven by revenge, swearing to destroy everyone who caused his mother's death. But among all the darkness stood her - the only girl who had ever looked at him with kindness. He watched her from afar for years, loving her in silence.

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Chapter 1

The morning sun spilled softly through the tall windows of his room, glinting off the mirror where he stood - adjusting the collar of his crisp white shirt with calm arrogance.

Ethan Black never needed anyone to remind him who he was; confidence was stitched into his very being.

He stared at his reflection for a moment, a faint smirk curving his lips - as if the man in the mirror was the only one worthy of admiration.

A light knock interrupted his thoughts.

"Come in," he said coolly, his deep voice steady.

The maid entered quietly, head bowed, holding a silver tray with his morning coffee.

She placed it gently on the bedside table before whispering, "Your coffee, sir," and left without another word.

Ethan lifted the cup, inhaling the rich scent, his eyes dark with thoughts unknown.

Today was the day everything would begin - though he didn't know it yet.

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Across the city, the alarm rang loudly in a small apartment.

A young woman stirred beneath the covers, groaning softly before sitting up and brushing strands of chestnut hair from her sleepy eyes.

Amelia Carter had always believed that some dreams were too far to reach - yet somehow, today, she was living one.

It was her first day at university, the same prestigious place she had dreamed of for years.

Still, she couldn't understand how she had gotten in.

She had failed the entrance exam - thanks to her stepmother, who made sure her books were torn, her nights sleepless, and her hopes dim.

But then... the university called.

They said her name was on the accepted list - "We'd be honored to have you join us."

It didn't make sense.

Someone must have interfered - someone powerful enough to change her fate.

But who?

Amelia sighed, shaking off the thought.

Today wasn't the day for questions - it was the day for beginnings.

She jumped out of bed, pulling on her favorite white blouse and jeans, tying her hair quickly before grabbing her phone.

"Emma! Are you awake?" she said through the phone, smiling.

Her best friend's sleepy voice answered, "Barely! But I'll meet you downstairs. Don't be late, princess."

Amelia laughed softly and replied, "Alright, I'll be there soon. Wait for me outside."

She ended the call, slipped her phone into her bag, and hurried toward the door -

Amelia ended the call with Emma and quickly sent her a short message, telling her to wait downstairs - away from her stepmother's sight.

She grabbed her small bag and slipped quietly out of her room, walking on her toes like someone escaping from a ghost she dared not face.

She knew that just one glance from her stepmother could ruin her day and stop her from going to the university.

She hurried toward the stairs, but before her foot touched the first step, a familiar voice stopped her.

Looking up, she found her father standing at the bottom, holding his coffee cup and smiling warmly.

"Good morning, Amelia."

She forced a small smile, trying to sound natural.

"Morning, Dad."

He asked gently,

"Did you have breakfast?"

She shook her head quickly, clutching her bag tighter.

"No, Dad. I'll eat at the university. I need to go before your wife sees me."

She was about to go down the stairs when she suddenly froze.

A sharp realization hit her - she didn't have a single coin in her pocket.

Turning to her father hesitantly, she whispered,

"Dad... I need some money."

Before he could respond, a cold, cutting voice came from behind him - the voice she feared the most.

Her stepmother appeared, still in her robe, hair messy, expression hard and unpleasant.

"There's no money, Amelia," she said flatly.

"Since you've decided to go to university, go find yourself a job.

We won't pay for anything anymore. It's enough that you eat, drink, and sleep here for free."

Amelia froze in place, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at her father -

but all she saw was his silence, the same silence that hurt more than any word ever could.

She knew he would never dare defy his wife.

A hot tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered to herself,

If my mother were still here... she would never have let them treat me this way.

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Celeste was an abandoned princess and a wolf-less she-wolf who held no value to her father. Horres was the ruthless Alpha of the Iron Fang Pack-a ticking time bomb. As a peace offering to a rival pack, Celeste Holmes knew her life would be difficult as the Luna to an Alpha who would give anything to wipe her pack from the surface of the earth. Even then, she felt it was her ticket to escape her father's clutches, yet nothing prepared her for the horror awaiting her. People said Alpha Horres was scary, but to Celeste, he was a demon. Alpha Horres Thorne had everything planned out for the daughter of his nemesis. The humiliation, pain, torture, and everything that could break her was set the moment her father thought of offering her to him. Horres enjoyed watching her bleed. Relishing her despair and seeing the helplessness on her face gave him the energy to plot more schemes against her evil father. Everything was supposed to move smoothly, but there was a flaw in his plan. After that fateful night, he experienced every single pain he inflicted on her, just the way she felt it. Even her subconscious fears and insecurities were felt by him. Didn't they say Celeste Holmes had no wolf? How then did she do it, or did Alpha Holmes' daughter succeed in bewitching Alpha Horres while he was enjoying his time torturing her? Did he lose in his own game of chess? How would he take revenge when he couldn't even hurt her anymore? Was he supposed to just surrender and love her now? What about his grievances?

Action Horror Werewolf

9.1

A Heart Misplaced, A Love Bone-Deep

9.1

Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke. Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture. A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life. On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub. For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot. But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry. This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again. Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely. However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out. At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on. They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased. Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it. Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!" It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie. This time, she walked away and never looked back. And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Boys Like Him

9.2

She loved him until she lost herself. Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again. When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe. But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon. And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained. Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again. Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises. Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.

Action Modern Romance

8.6

Ex Husband's Best Friend Is Mine Now

8.6

Christina Blakewood loved the wrong man, and that led to him abusing her then picking another woman. He not only cheated on her but forced her to swallow it down without complaints, but when she hits rock bottom as her own family took in their real daughter who turned out to be the woman her husband was cheating on her with, she realized it was time to stand up and fight back. And who would serve best at her plan to bring down her worthless husband? His best friend, and the most powerful man in the country, Lorian Axton. Unexpectedly, the man would not just gladly aid her in her plans but also willingly lay down his life for her. "What if I took you right out of his hands, what if I made you mine?" Lorian Axton whispered huskily in her ear. Though her breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat, she closed her eyes tight and pushed him away. "Mr Axton, I'm still married to your best friend." "But you were mine even before you became his, and now that he's hurt you I'm here to take back what has always been mine."

Action Modern Romance

9.1

He Chose Them, I Lost Everything

9.1

My husband Dorian and I clawed our way out of the foster system together, building a software empire from scratch. He was my hero, the man who swore he' d always protect me. But he became obsessed with "saving" a manipulative single mother, draining our accounts and our marriage. I thought the baby I was secretly carrying could be the bridge to bring him back to me. Then, at my first prenatal appointment, her son attacked me. He rammed his head into my stomach, and a universe of pain exploded inside me as I collapsed, bleeding on the cold hospital floor. I begged Dorian for help. He looked from my pale face to the wailing child, and made his choice. "You need to get a grip," he said coldly, scooping the boy into his arms and walking away, leaving me to lose our child alone. He let our first baby die, and now our second. His love was a lie. So I sent him a final gift to remember me by-the divorce papers, and a small jar containing the body of the son he abandoned.

Action Modern Romance

9.0

His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms

9.0

For four years, I traced the bullet scar on Chace’s chest, believing it was proof he would bleed to keep me safe. On our anniversary, he told me to wear white because "tonight changes everything." I walked into the gala thinking I was getting a ring. Instead, I stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, drowning in silk, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto another woman's finger. Karyn Warren. The daughter of a rival family. When I begged him with my eyes to claim me, to save me from the public humiliation, he didn't flinch. He just leaned toward his Underboss, his voice amplified by the silence. "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." My heart didn't just break; it incinerated. He expected me to stay as his mistress, threatening to dig up my dead mother’s grave if I refused to play the obedient pet. He thought I was trapped. He thought I had nowhere to go because of my father’s massive gambling debts. He was wrong. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone and texted the one name I was never supposed to use. Keith Mosley. The Don. The monster under Chace's bed. *I am invoking the Blood Oath. My father’s debt. I am ready to pay it.* His reply came three seconds later, buzzing against my palm like a warning. *The price is marriage. You belong to me. Yes or No?* I looked up at Chace, who was laughing with his new fiancée, thinking he owned me. I looked down and typed three letters. *Yes.*

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The Forbidden Heat

Chapter 1

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