A Wife for the Alpha

Midnight Kiss

"In the shadows of the night, a forbidden passion ignites. When vampire Alexander meets mortal Sophia, their chance encounter sparks a dangerous attraction. As the moon casts its silvery glow, they surrender to the midnight kiss that seals their fate. But with eternal darkness looming, can their love overcome the secrets and terrors that threaten to tear them apart?"

Power Lines

Ethan Voss is a 34-year-old CEO of a billion-dollar tech firm. Polished, brilliant, and emotionally distant, he built his empire from the ground up-but at the cost of his personal life. Trusting no one and keeping relationships strictly transactional, Ethan has made it clear: no dating at the office. Then comes Noah Reyes, a 25-year-old fresh graduate with a sharp mind, quick wit, and a desperate need for a stable job. Hired as Ethan's executive assistant, Noah is everything Ethan didn't expect-warm, genuine, unfiltered, and annoyingly charming. Noah challenges him, teases him, and sees the man behind the title. As long days and late nights bring them closer, tension builds. A forbidden attraction threatens to crack Ethan's carefully curated world. But Ethan's past holds secrets, and Noah's struggling with burdens of his own-an estranged family, financial pressure, and a heart that's been broken before. When desire turns into something deeper, Ethan must decide: risk everything for love, or protect the empire he's built?

Alpha Female

A Prophecy Ignored. A Power Awakened. A Queen Forged in Exile. Zelayah Stormhart was born to lead-but banished before she ever had the chance. Cast out by her pack and betrayed by those she trusted most, she finds unexpected refuge in the mysterious enclave of Wolf Harbor. There, among rogues and visionaries, she awakens a dormant power tied to a long-buried prophecy: the rise of the bloodborn flame. As the moon wanes and ancient enemies unite, Zelayah must navigate a brutal world of shifting alliances, pack politics, and supernatural forces that would see her fall. But exile did not break her-it built her. Now, she rises not to reclaim what was lost, but to ignite something new. In this thrilling feminist twist on the werewolf mythos, Alpha Female: Rising Above Everything is a tale of transformation, resilience, and legacy-perfect for readers who crave strong heroines, rich lore, and a revolution worth howling for.

Love Unleashed

"When passion and fury collide, love becomes the ultimate prize. In a world where mythical creatures roam free, Lyra, a fierce and beautiful werewolf, finds herself at the center of a centuries-old war. Forced to flee her home, Lyra is rescued by Kael, a mysterious and powerful ally with secrets of his own. As they navigate treacherous landscapes and battle formidable foes, their mutual attraction ignites, threatening to unleash a love that could change the course of their world forever. Will Lyra and Kael's bond be strong enough to overcome the forces of hatred and destruction, or will their love become the very thing that destroys them? Dive into the world of "Love Unleashed", where passion, adventure, and fantasy collide in a tale of epic romance."

Lovers to Enemies

"When passion turns to poison, and love becomes a distant memory, two souls are left to pick up the shattered remains of their relationship. Once inseparable, they now find themselves on opposite sides of a bitter divide. The fire that once burned bright with desire and affection has flickered out, replaced by a smoldering ember of resentment and anger. As they navigate the treacherous landscape of their broken love, they must confront the painful truth: that the person they once loved with all their heart has become their greatest enemy. Will they be able to find their way back to each other, or will the wounds of their past prove too deep to heal?"

Gods of Destiny

In the realm of the gods where the cosmos whispers secrets to those who listen, a journey of self discovery awaits. Join me on a path woven with the threads of fate ,love and spiritual growth, as delve into the mysteries of the universe and human heart.

My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift

"You'll be my wife on paper only. You'll have everything-except my heart. You'll never be Marina." For five years, Lily lived as David's secret wife-his poised secretary by day, his invisible stand-in by night. Every cold touch reminded her she was just a replacement. Every whispered "Marina" cut deeper than the last. Their marriage was born from an accidental night-a mistake he turned into a contract. He wanted nothing but an image and a convenience, yet she foolishly gave him her whole heart. So when the real Marina returns, Lily knows her time as the placeholder is up. David's actions make it clear: she was only ever a convenient replacement. Without a fight, she signs the divorce papers and walks away, surrendering the position he always wanted to give to another. But why is it that the man who once swore he'd never love her... now refuses to let her go? David doesn't understand why Lily's absence haunts him. Why her quiet strength burns him in ways Marina never did. All he knows is that he's determined to get her back. By any means necessary. Even if it meant breaking her all over again. She paid the price for loving him once. Now, he'd pay for losing her forever.

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.