The Mysterious Lover Who Stole my Heart Online
Bianca never believed in online love-until she met Jace. Charming, playful, and dangerously irresistible, he stole her heart with every message. But when fantasy becomes reality, Bianca discovers his secrets run deeper than desire. Is Jace her perfect match... or the danger that could destroy her?
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Chapter 2
Bianca didn't sleep that night.
Her phone lay face-down on the nightstand, but even with the screen dark, she felt its presence humming like a living thing, whispering that at any second, another message could appear.
Her curtains were drawn tight, the lock on the window checked three separate times, yet her body refused to calm down. Every creak of the old building, every car passing outside, every faint tap of rain on the glass had her heart lurching in fear.
The glow of the digital clock struck 2:13 a.m. when she finally whispered to herself, "This is insane. I'm deleting it."
She picked up the phone, swiped to the strange app, and pressed down on the icon, waiting for the familiar little "x" to appear.
But it didn't.
The app wouldn't move. Wouldn't delete. Wouldn't even allow her to drag it into the trash.
Her stomach sank. "You've got to be kidding me."
As if mocking her, the screen flickered-and the chat opened on its own.
Another message appeared instantly.
Ares: Don't leave. I told you, Bianca, I'll never hurt you.
Her hands trembled as she typed back.
Bia_23: Who ARE you? How do you know my name?
There was a pause. Longer than before. She stared at the three little dots of his typing bubble, her anxiety twisting like a knife.
Then his reply came:
Ares: Names don't matter. What matters is that I see you. I know you're lonely. I know you're tired of pretending. I know what you hide behind that smile you show the world.
Her throat tightened. The words felt like cold fingers brushing against her spine.
"Okay," she muttered under her breath, "this is getting seriously creepy."
She typed quickly.
Bia_23: Stop. Whatever game this is, I'm not playing. If you keep messaging me, I'll report you.
For a moment, silence. Relief flooded her chest in shaky waves, and she exhaled for what felt like the first time in hours.
But then, the phone lit up once more.
Ares: Report me to who? You know they won't understand. But I do. You don't need to be afraid of me, Bianca. You need me.
Her blood ran cold.
And then another line appeared.
Ares: You're making tea. Chamomile. Just like you always do when you can't sleep.
Bianca froze. Her gaze darted to the steaming mug on her nightstand-the very one she'd brewed before climbing into bed.
This wasn't coincidence. Whoever he was, he was watching her in real time.
---
The next morning, Bianca dragged herself to work with bloodshot eyes and a fake smile. The office buzzed with the usual hum of chatter, phones ringing, and keyboards clicking, but she felt like she was walking through a different world-one where shadows hid someone watching her every move.
Dede, her best friend and co-worker, noticed instantly.
"Wow. You look like death warmed over. Didn't sleep?"
Bianca forced a laugh, adjusting her blazer. "You know me. Netflix binge."
But Dede didn't buy it. She leaned closer, lowering her voice. "Bianca... what's going on? You've been acting weird since Adrian. Don't tell me you're still-"
"I'm fine," Bianca cut in quickly, maybe too quickly.
Dede gave her a sharp, suspicious glare, the kind that could see through every lie.
Bianca wanted to spill everything-the app, the messages, the way her skin crawled with the feeling of being watched. But how could she explain something that sounded so insane?
Before she could decide, her phone buzzed in her purse.
She froze.
Dede tilted her head. "You gonna check that?"
Bianca shook her head too fast. "It's nothing. Work email."
But she knew. It wasn't.
---
By lunchtime, Bianca couldn't resist anymore. She slipped away to the break room, pulled out her phone, and opened the cursed app.
A message was already waiting.
Ares: You didn't tell her about me. Good. She wouldn't understand.
Bianca's hand shook as she typed furiously.
Bia_23: STOP WATCHING ME. HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL THIS?
The reply came slower this time, deliberate.
Ares: Because I've been where you are. Alone. Lost. Broken. I know what it feels like to smile when inside you're drowning. I know the kind of pain that keeps you awake at night.
Her chest tightened. Against her will, his words struck deep. They weren't just eerie-they were accurate.
Ares: And I know what you need, Bianca. You need someone who won't leave. Someone who sees the real you. That's me.
Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She should delete, block, throw the phone in the nearest trash.
But another part of her-a fragile, aching part she didn't want to admit existed-felt seen for the first time in months.
She typed carefully.
Bia_23: What do you want from me?
There was a long pause. She thought maybe he wouldn't answer.
Then his reply appeared:
Ares: Everything.
Her breath caught in her throat.
---
That night, Bianca sat in her apartment again, staring at the phone like it was both poison and oxygen.
She tried reading. She tried watching TV. She tried distracting herself with chores. But each time, her phone buzzed with a new message.
Ares: Your favorite song is playing at the café across the street.
Ares: Don't wear that black dress tomorrow. The red one is better.
Ares: Smile, Bianca. You're beautiful when you do.
Every message was a reminder that he wasn't guessing. He knew.
Finally, she cracked, typing with desperate fingers:
Bia_23: Who ARE you? Where are you? How do you know me?
Her screen flickered. A new kind of message appeared-different from before.
A link.
Her chest pounded. Against her better judgment, she tapped it.
The screen went dark, then slowly brightened.
And Bianca's entire body froze.
On her phone screen was a live video feed of her own apartment-the very room she was sitting in.
Her reflection stared back at her in real time.
And below it, the message appeared:
Ares: Now you finally see me too.
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9.8
Healer
9.8
Victoria, or Tori, is a recent nursing school graduate who has landed her dream job in the burn trauma unit at Hidden Falls Medical Center. She is excited to start her new life alongside her best friend. However, her boss asks whether she would be interested in working with a local young man who was injured in a house fire. Tori discovers that he is the next Alpha of the Hidden Falls Pack and that she will need to live in the packhouse while she stays.
Tori has memories of her mother taking her away from her father, who was an Alpha, due to his infidelities. Her mother wanted to shield her from her father's supernatural lifestyle. Tori learned at a young age that she has a Genesis wolf, also known as a healer wolf, but she cannot shift into a wolf herself. Instead, she uses her abilities to help others.
Unbeknownst to her, Tori's father has been searching for her for seventeen years, sending out his wolves to look for her in every town and across different packs. His Beta, Victor, and Gamma, Eric, stumble upon Tori by chance. Victor, who remembers Tori as a little girl, is thrilled to find her and bring her home. However, he learns from Eric-who happens to be Tori's best friend's fiancé and mate-that she will be joining another pack, since her friend will accompany her as her assistant.
As Tori works with the injured Alpha, who turns out to be her destined mate but later rejects her, she uncovers more about herself and her abilities, which are more potent than she ever imagined. It becomes clear that someone wants to kidnap her and use her for their own purposes. This unknown Alpha will do anything to get her, even if it means killing everyone she loves. Tori must find a way to save her friends, family, and herself before it's too late.
7.9
To Alpha Damien, Sophia was never a Luna-merely a breathing womb.
For years, she bore the weight of his cold indifference, trapped in a marriage where he only touched her on the "fertility days" his mother decreed.
While he flaunted his mistress Tiffany through the kingdom, Sophia was given a brutal ultimatum--
Return only when you carry a son.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to their daughter. But her suffering meant nothing-not to Damien, not to his vicious mother, and certainly not to a pack that saw her as nothing more than disposable breeding stock.
Now, pregnant again, Sophia overhears Damien's callous words:
She can handle the risks better than Tiffany.
In that moment, something in her snaps.
She's done being the obedient Luna.
Done enduring endless humiliation.
Done watching Tiffany poison their daughter's mind and steal the motherhood that should have been hers.
But escaping an Alpha is no easy feat-not when their bond refuses to break. and dark enemies lie in wait, hungry to seize control of her unborn heir.
Will Sophia reclaim her life, her daughter, and the wolf that's been dormant inside her for far too long?
Or will the man she once loved burn every last thing she holds dear to the ground?
7.9
"Say it, Soraya... who owns you?"
"You do, Zayne. You own every fucking piece of me."
✷✷✷✷
Soraya Vale had it all beauty, fame, and a husband the world envied-until betrayal sent her crashing down a marble staircase to her death.
But fate gave her a second chance. Reborn at twenty-one, she vowed to destroy the ones who destroyed her family and ruined her life.
Her revenge was flawless... until Zayne King-her ex-husband's dangerously powerful uncle-set her body on fire and her plans ablaze.
Now, between vengeance and desire, she must choose: burn the world... or let it burn her.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.
9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.
8.5
BLURB:
Hazel was the pack's unwanted omega, no worth, no wolf, no family, no hope.When the Alpha's son publicly rejects her as his mate, she flees from the pack at night, but the moon goddess isn't done with her yet.
She wakes up to find herself in the castle of the wolf king, who happens to be her second chance mate.
Arden, the Alpha king, is cold, suspicious, and broken by past betrayals. He refuses to trust her, denies his affection towards her, but the bond burns between them, undeniably.
As war gathers and enemies close in, and secrets from the past open up, Hazel must prove she's more than a worthless rejected omega, she's the Luna who will change everything.
And now a broken wolf king must decide: will he let his past destroy their future or will he risk everything to love the woman the moon goddess chose for him?