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 5
The night felt endless. Bianca sat curled on the couch, staring at the curtains as if shadows themselves could leap inside. Every sound-the hum of the fridge, the distant bark of a dog, the faint whisper of cars passing by-felt amplified.
Dede refused to leave her side. She kept scrolling on her phone, muttering, "We should report this. Right now. I don't care how charming this guy was online-this isn't normal, Bianca. He knows too much."
Bianca wanted to agree. Her body screamed danger, every nerve burning. But her heart-traitorous, reckless-kept whispering another truth.
What if he's not just a stranger? What if there's a reason he feels so familiar?
She hated herself for it. Fear and longing churned in her stomach like poison.
The phone buzzed again. Bianca jolted, breath catching.
This time, no picture. No playful words. Just a simple, chilling line:
"Look outside."
Dede lunged forward. "Don't you dare."
But Bianca's feet moved on their own. Drawn by an invisible thread, she edged toward the window. Her hand hesitated on the curtain. Her pulse thundered in her ears.
With one swift pull, the fabric slid aside.
And there he was.
A lone figure stood across the street, bathed in the yellow glow of the streetlamp. Tall, broad-shouldered, still. His face was hidden in the shadows, but Bianca knew-it had to be him. Jace.
Her breath shuddered out of her.
Dede cursed under her breath. "Oh hell no. I'm calling the police."
Bianca grabbed her arm. "Wait."
"Wait? Bianca, he's standing there like some stalker from a horror movie! What else do you need?"
But Bianca's eyes stayed locked on the figure. He wasn't moving. He wasn't threatening. Just watching. Waiting.
As if he wanted her to come to him.
The phone buzzed again. "Don't be afraid. I came to prove I'm real."
Bianca's hand trembled as she held the phone. "He... he came for me."
"Came for you?!" Dede's voice cracked in disbelief. "Girl, wake up! That's not romance-that's obsession."
Yet Bianca couldn't pull her gaze away. For months, Jace had only been words on a screen, a voice in her head, a mystery she could never touch. And now-he was flesh, bone, shadow, reality.
Her heart betrayed her again. She wanted to see his face.
Dede paced, grabbing her jacket. "Fine. If you won't protect yourself, I'll drag you to safety."
But before she could pull Bianca away, the phone chimed once more. "One minute, Bianca. Step outside. Alone. Or I'll disappear forever."
Her chest constricted. Forever. The word sliced through her fear like a blade.
"Don't," Dede begged, clutching her hand. "He's manipulating you. This is how people end up on the news."
Bianca swallowed hard, torn between reason and a pull she couldn't explain. Every instinct said danger, yet her heart whispered: If you don't see him now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.
She slipped her hand from Dede's grip. "I just need to know, Dede. I have to see him."
Dede's eyes filled with panic. "Then I'm coming with you."
But when Bianca glanced back at her phone, a final line glowed on the screen: "Alone, Bianca. Or it ends tonight."
Her blood froze.
Slowly, with her heart in her throat, she stepped toward the door. Dede's protests followed, but Bianca's body moved as if under a spell. The world outside called to her, dangerous and irresistible.
She opened the door. The night air rushed in, cool and sharp, smelling faintly of rain and asphalt.
Each step down the stairs echoed like a drumbeat.
Across the street, the figure hadn't moved. He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching her, waiting.
Her pulse raced as she reached the edge of the curb. The street stretched between them like a line she wasn't sure she wanted to cross.
"Jace?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
The figure shifted. Slowly, he stepped forward, into the dim light.
Her breath caught.
Even half-hidden by shadow, he was breathtaking-sharp jawline, dark tousled hair, eyes that gleamed with something between danger and desire. The kind of man who could ruin you with a smile.
He was real. Too real.
"You came," he said softly, his voice exactly as she imagined-smooth, deep, a melody wrapped in mystery.
Bianca's heart stuttered. "Why? Why are you here?"
"To show you I'm not just words." His lips curved into a half-smile. "To remind you that some stories are meant to be lived, not typed."
Every rational thought screamed to run. But the world around her seemed to fade-the quiet street, the glow of lamps, even Dede's worried figure at the window. All that existed was him.
Jace.
He extended a hand. "Come closer."
Bianca hesitated, her breath shaking.
Before she could decide, Dede's voice rang from the doorway. "Bianca! Get back inside!"
Jace's eyes darkened. His smile lingered, but there was steel beneath it. "You shouldn't let other people write your story, Bianca. Only you can choose."
Her chest tightened. Torn in two directions, her heart pulled toward him even as her mind screamed to run.
For one suspended moment, the night held its breath.
Then headlights flared from down the street, a car speeding closer, its horn blaring.
Bianca gasped, stumbling back.
The car swerved, screeching to a halt inches from Jace.
And just like that-he was gone.
The headlights dimmed, the street empty.
No Jace. No shadow. Nothing.
Bianca's body shook violently as Dede rushed to her side, grabbing her arm. "I told you! I told you he's dangerous! Bianca, he's playing with you."
But Bianca's eyes darted around the empty street, her heart clawing against her ribs. He had been there. She had felt him. Heard him. Seen his eyes.
And now he'd vanished into the night like a phantom.
Her phone buzzed one last time. With trembling hands, she lifted it.
"Next time, Bianca, you'll follow me into the dark."
Her breath caught, terror and desire twisting inside her until she could hardly stand.
She had wanted proof Jace was real. Now she had it. And she knew, deep in her soul-this was only the beginning.
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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?