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 4
Bianca couldn't shake the chill that lingered long after the screen went dark. Jace's last message still pulsed across her phone like a forbidden echo: Some truths are better left untouched.
Her fingers trembled as she set the phone aside, but her mind refused to rest. Why did his words feel like a warning wrapped in charm? Why did his voice-even through typed letters-carry a weight that bent her chest into knots?
The air in her apartment felt heavy, pressing against her ribs. She tried to distract herself, pacing toward the kitchen, flicking the kettle on, staring at the rising steam. But her heart drummed with restless questions she didn't dare ask aloud.
The sound of her doorbell startled her. Bianca froze.
"Who-" She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Relax, it's just late."
She walked cautiously to the door, peeking through the peephole. Relief flooded her when she saw the familiar mop of curls and wide grin.
"Dede," she whispered, unlocking it quickly.
Her best friend slipped inside, holding up a takeout bag like a trophy. "Chicken noodles. And don't ask me how I knew you'd need emergency carbs tonight. It's a gift."
Bianca laughed, but the sound was thin, brittle. "You're psychic, that's what you are."
Dede's smile softened as she studied Bianca's tired eyes. "Psychic and hungry. But also your unofficial therapist. So-spill. What's keeping you up this time?"
Bianca hesitated, chewing her lip as they settled on the couch. She wanted to dismiss it, to laugh it off, but the weight on her chest demanded release. "It's Jace."
Dede raised her brows. "The online guy? Mister Charming-with-a-keyboard?"
"Yes," Bianca whispered. Her fingers twisted the corner of a cushion. "He's... different, Dede. When we talk, it feels like he sees straight through me. But tonight... his words... they weren't just flirtation. They felt like-like a shadow behind the light."
Dede slurped noodles straight from the box, unimpressed. "Girl, shadows are only scary if you turn off the lamp. You don't know him. He's probably just being dramatic to keep you hooked."
Bianca wished she could believe that. "Maybe. But it didn't feel like a game."
Dede leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "Listen, B. Men like him-especially the attractive, smooth-talking ones-they thrive on mystery. It's their way of staying in control. But here's the twist: you don't have to give them that power. Keep your guard."
Her words made sense, but Bianca's heart rebelled. She wanted to keep her guard, yet she felt herself slipping past it every time Jace typed her name like it was poetry.
The phone buzzed. Both women jumped.
Dede shot her a look. "That better not be him."
Bianca swallowed, lifting the phone. The screen flashed with a new message. Her pulse spiked.
It was him.
"Couldn't sleep, Bianca? Or are you thinking of me too much?"
Her breath hitched. The timing was uncanny, almost as if he had been listening.
Dede leaned over her shoulder, reading aloud. "Okay, creepy coincidence alert. How did he know you're awake?"
"I... don't know," Bianca whispered. The room felt colder, smaller.
Another message arrived, quick and precise: "Your light's on."
Bianca's blood ran cold. She snapped her head toward the window, her curtains drawn halfway. The street outside was quiet, but the possibility that he was close, that he could see her, turned her stomach to stone.
Dede grabbed her arm. "Don't you dare freak out alone. If he's nearby, we call security. Or the police."
Bianca shook her head, heart racing. "No, maybe-it could be coincidence. Maybe he just guessed. People always say things like that online."
But her voice betrayed her disbelief.
Her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't words. It was a picture.
Her own apartment window. Taken from the street below.
Dede gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God. He's here."
Bianca's heart slammed so hard she thought it might crack her ribs. She stumbled back, clutching the phone like it burned. "This-this can't be real."
"Block him. Now," Dede urged, her voice trembling.
But before Bianca could move, another message followed the picture: "Don't be afraid. Some stories are meant to begin this way."
Bianca's knees weakened. She gripped the armrest, trying to steady herself as panic clawed up her throat.
Dede snatched the phone from her, typing furiously: "Leave her alone. Don't ever contact Bianca again." She hit send, her fingers shaking.
The reply was instant. "Hello, Dede. Nice to finally meet you too."
Both women froze.
Bianca's mind spun. How did he know her name? She had never mentioned Dede in their chats.
Dede's lips parted in disbelief. "He-he knows me? Bianca, this isn't just some random flirtation. He's... he's been watching you."
Bianca's pulse hammered. Fear tangled with something else, something she hated herself for feeling-curiosity. Because beneath the dread was a pull she couldn't deny. Who was Jace really? And why did his words, even laced with danger, still feel like silk against her skin?
The phone buzzed again. A final message glowed across the screen: "Sleep well tonight, Bianca. Tomorrow, we'll stop hiding."
The room spun with silence, broken only by the shallow rhythm of their breaths.
Dede clutched Bianca's hand tightly. "We need to tell someone. Now."
Bianca nodded, but her eyes lingered on the glowing words, her heart a battlefield of terror and longing. For the first time, she wasn't sure if she wanted to run away from Jace... or run straight into the storm he promised.
And as the lights outside flickered, Bianca swore she saw a shadow move beneath her window.
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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?