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Hope and her mother move in with the Kinglsey's after her mother's divorce. She hopes that in time her new family will accept her. She is quiet and timid all the qualities that Joshua hates he takes an instant disliking to her and makes a plan to make her life hell. Caleb is his best friend, once he sees Hope he is infatuated with her and plans on spending more time with her than his best friend which makes Joshua hate her even more , can Caleb save her from her stepbrother's anger?

This is a three-novel set of the Moretti Famiglia. 1. Fire Me! 2. Blackwood Inc 3.The Black Sheep

Sawyer is an ordinary girl trying to get through school the best she can despite being bullied she needs to finish high school. She self harms, but can that final end when a dark haired, blue eyed tanned guy named Cristiano Caprioli saves her and offers her safety but in one condition she has to become part of his gang, little does she know who he is and want he is until she runs and straight into his main enemy Rocco Costello who agrees to train her to gain revenge on those who have hurt and humiliated her in the past what neither of them expect was to fall in love. Will Christiano get Sawyer back or will she take her revenge and stay with Rocco?

This is series 2 of 3 series if includes: Jaded Love,The Nerds Obssession, Her Dom, His Dominatrix, XL (Xtra Large) and Reece Jaded Love Jacob has finally arrived home after five years of pure hell from his husband Cerian Mitchell. He's torn both physically end emotionally. He never would've got involved with the most feared Irish mafia Don if it wasn't in the name of work. Now he's left his old life behind his work with the FBI, Married life with the devil and starting a new with his best friend Scarlet. Now working for Dominic and Benji he feels ten times later, yet he still has so far to go after his time with Cerian Mitchell not only does he have to build his body back up but his mind and spirit too. The nightmares are driving him insane can he ever be who he once was the Jacob everyone knew growing up? Rory Townsend. A multi-billionaire who owns his own franchise. Who indulges in kink extremely into BDSM. Wants to show Jacob that not all BDSM is pain and torture, but pleasure too. He's been head over heels for Jacob since their encounter six years ago and has been searching for him ever since. Now he's in Australia and so is Jacob he wants Jacob, but Jacob is hesitant to get into another relationship with another guy after Cerian and the constant nightmares he's been getting ever since he's been in Australia. Rory is the most patient guy he can be around hopefully he can break down Jacobs walls so he will trust him and fall in love with him, as he loves him?

This is a mafia dark romance book. There are four novels altogether. Debt To The Mafia Married To The Mafia On The Run From The Mafia

Justin and Mackenzie stood outside the house, they looked at each other, as Mackenzie poured the petrol both around the house and inside. Sandman lit the match and dropped it to the ground . The flames blazing high a red and Orange colour, the fire made its way around the house with their parents inside, it flamed the inside of the house engulfing the entire house as the screams could be heard from the outside as they stood watching the house burn in a loud bang. kaboom! The house went up in flames. Their eyes illuminating in the burning air, flames reflecting in the coldness their evil eyes. ‘Come on let’s get out of here.’ they both turned walking away as the fire continued to illuminate the night sky. The sound of the fire engines passed them. ‘This is a new beginning bro.’ They turned the corner into the darkness.

Five years to the day when Mark was taken by the police, Joe returns To free him from. The prison he’s been living in with one mission alone to get her souls for the devil twisting a few arms along the way to get another set of students to join an archeological dig on Ghostly Hill, but who will live to tell the tale?

Lowerstoft High year eleven history group that get invited on an archaeological dig with ten archaeologists from L.A. to discover a five mile radios site of Ghostly Hill. Joe and his friends are filled with excitement about the trio to Ghostly Hill. Joe is a very enthusiastic sixteen year old dark haired dark eyed boy who enjoys anything to do with old skeletons and finding out where they originated and how far back they date, his best friend Mark who also is interested in digging up everything to find hidden mysteries, the friends decide to pair on this epic journey. The first few days of the archaeological dig are slow, until they come upon an abandoned police station where they later return after dark to do a little excavation of their own finding a tattered sheepskin book with a eye on the front and vampire teeth for a clasp. The friend’s take it back to Joe's tent to discover what it hides with deep consequences.

A light lit up the bottom of the grave yard she’d finally reached what she’d been following. A single coffin stood underneath it. Louise walked cautiously over to it. She stood over the coffin, why was it there standing on its own with no other coffin besides it? She struggled, pushing off the lid. A corpse laid there she curiously lowered her hand into the open coffin the frail bony hand grabbed hers. She looked at the corpse screaming silently. Its eyes as dark as death itself. She stared at the corpse as it pulled with him as she struggled to break free from its grip.

Zeke is struggling though his high school years form being bullied by his peers for having two fathers the only friends he has are his brother Nathaniel and his cousin Hunt. But they can’t always be there for him he is struggling with his sexuality and the bullying form his peers that sends him into destructive mode with pure resentment in his mind cause by his bullies something is about to snap within him.

Jordan Carter is Caleb and Avery’s eldest child now sixteen and heading to college he vows to seek revenge on those who have bullied and belittled his little sister Tegan. She begs him not to do anything rash but Jordan being Jordan he takes it to the next level and ends up being part of the underground fighting chain to get his revenge. He meets Riley at college against all odds he finds out that her brother is the one who has been bullying his younger sister now he has his revenge plan all set he puts it into action but will he succeed on taking in Jonah Connors down?

He ruined my life He told me he loved me He told me he would wait for me He cheated on me. That’s what you get for believing the bad boy That’s what you get for knowing Ashton Barraman Courtney Mendez was always a A + student until she decided to show the whole world who she really was, this caused a lot of people to look at her differently. But for one person she made mad and wanted nothing more to make her suffer her brothers’ best friend; Ashton”Asher” Barraman. True to his word he did just that, he made sure she got expelled for something she didn’t do. One year have passed and Courtney is back and ready for anything he throws at her cause she knows she has friends and a loyal boyfriend Bentley Jovanni, but is this guy all he seems? will Asher unmask the guy she beleived all this time to be on her side. This isn’t a typical love story cliche this is about two teenagers fighting for their right to be who they truly are join the journey of Courtney and Ashton’s life. You’ll be pleasantly surprised.

This is five novel book which includes: My bad boy brother Avery Jordan Carter Family ties (the bad boys house 1 & 2) Family Ties Pt 2 (Zeke and Hunt, Anakin and Zack, Jacob and Jade)

Autumn is no ordinary fifteen year old girl she has secrets so deep she is afraid to share them with anyone can Mathew Harding a university graduate in physiology over come her fears and talk about hers secrets to come out of the dark. The hard headed red haired goth girl stirs the male popularity in new school including Connor Harborne and Daniel Harrison who come very attached to her and past but they are hiding a deep dark secret of their own. Will all be revealed y the end of year eleven or will their be still secrets held tightly to these three friends.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.