Getting Back Together

One childhood crush. One unbreakable rule. One mansion where every hallway feels like a trap. For fifteen years, Leighton Hayes has loved Noah Knight from afar, the untouchable older brother of her best friend Chloe. Now twenty-three, broke, and freshly homeless, Leighton has nowhere to go but the sprawling estate of the man who once barely noticed her. Noah remembers her all too well. The billionaire who built an empire from nothing has spent the last six months trying to become a better man, and the shy girl in oversized hoodies who just moved into his guest wing is the most dangerous temptation he’s ever faced. Chloe’s single rule was always clear: her friends are off-limits. Especially to Noah, the reformed Playboy who used to burn through supermodels and headlines. But late nights, shared secrets, and one stolen shirt ignite a fire neither of them can extinguish. What begins as whispered confessions and almost-kisses explodes into a secret affair neither wants to end, even as the lies stack higher. When Chloe discovers the truth, the betrayal threatens to destroy the only family each of them has ever known. Leighton must decide if love is worth losing her best friend. Noah must prove he’s finally ready to risk everything for the one woman he swore he’d never touch. Some rules are made to be broken. Some hearts refuse to stay forbidden.

The rules are simple: Do not call or text him except on Tuesdays. Never speak to him in public. And most importantly, never fall in love. This is not a relationship. It's a brief arrangement that should last only three months. The almighty Nickolas Reign, future alpha and heir to the Reign empire, needs the time to secretly overcome his uncontrollable lust for the omega. But how long can Sara abide by these rules with the werewolf who is her fated mate? Why did he renew the contract if all he feels for her is mere lust? Unable to keep pretending, Sara mistakenly blurts out the forbidden three little words, and it brings the contract to an end. However, that's the least of her problems. Someone has leaked their secret contract to the cruel luna. Now, Sara and her father will be kicked out of the pack. To top it all up, she's pregnant, and Nick is offering her a huge sum to get rid of the "mistake!" He wants nothing to do with her and the unborn child... Until four years later when he bumps into her in a small town.

"I want all of it," I rasp. "I want you to destroy me so completely that when you finally walk away, there's nothing left to salvage. Because maybe then I'll finally stop feeling like I'm drowning every time you're in the same room." My hand slides back down, flattening over her belly. "And maybe," I murmur softly, "maybe when you're done breaking me, you'll realize you like the pieces you find underneath." … I’ve hated Hayden Wolfe since high school. He made my life hell. When I’m suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage with him, I’m convinced I’ve hit rock bottom. He needs a wife to secure his position in his family’s billion-dollar empire. I need my father’s company to survive. Neither of us had a choice. Now we’re the perfect couple in public, and sworn enemies behind closed doors. And my new goal? Make Hayden Wolfe beg for a divorce. What started as late-night screaming matches explodes into hate filled kisses and touches that leaves me burning. Do I still hate him with every fiber of my being? Or am I already hopelessly, shamefully addicted to the man I promised to destroy? Warning: Mature content, intense bickering, mentions of dark themes such as psychological trauma, violence and emotional distress.

Ruby Rue believed she and her boyfriend were destined to be mates. However, on her sixteenth birthday, her world shatters when she learns that they are not mates at all. Instead, she is destined for the powerful, god-like alpha twins, but they have chosen to ignore her. Heartbroken, she flees home and undergoes a remarkable transformation. Five years later, a tragedy compels her to return home. This time, everything has changed—Ruby Rue is no longer the girl who let others walk all over her. She stands tall and strong, ready to face the world on her own and fulfill her duties to her pack. But why do the alpha twins, who once despised her, now look at her as if she were their next delicious meal? Will she be able to resist the irresistibly s*xy twins, especially with the increasing attacks on their pack that will force them all to work together?

“Why do you look at me like that?” Olivia whispered, her hands shaking. “Like I am something ugly you regret touching.” Kingsley’s eyes darkened. “Because I never wanted you.” Her heart cracked. “Then why didn’t you let me go?” He clenched his jaw. “Because fate is cruel… and now you belong to me.” Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t want to belong to someone who hates me.” His voice dropped, rough and low. “Be careful, little Luna. Hate is not what I feel.” ............ Olivia has never been loved. Her family hates her. Her pack mocks her. She believes she is nothing. At the mating ceremony, fate plays a cruel game. Her mate is Alpha Kingsley — the cold, powerful, and feared Alpha King. But instead of loving her, he rejects her in front of everyone… then accepts her only because he needs her for power. To him, Olivia is just a tool. To his pack, she is an embarrassment. But Olivia is not weak. She carries hidden moon magic. She has a rare wolf. And she holds a power that can change the world. As they spend time together Kingsley begins to see the truth. The girl he once looked down on is strong, kind, and rare. Slowly, painfully, he falls in love with her. But it might already be too late. Because Olivia is no longer the unwanted girl. She is now the most desired woman in the werewolf world. Alphas fight for her. Kings bow to her. And the Alpha King who once rejected her may have to lose her forever.

"I agree. I will grant her the divorce she seeks." These words were haunting Angelo Giordano. His wife of two years had divorced him and was now working in his office and Man! she is s*xy, beautiful and a passionate worker. "Are you ashamed to let anyone know that you were married to me?" He whispered in her ear in the elevator which made a shiver run down her spine. "I don't give a d*mn about the past." Alessia told him but she slapped herself mentally. Who was she kidding. Now she has Draco on one hand and Angelo on the other. Is it right to have these thoughts about Angelo when she is happy with Draco? At the altar standing with Draco, will Alessia change her mind? Or her happily-ever after is written with Draco?

Known for her boldness and quick comebacks, Amelia has never been one to back down from a challenge. Amelia doesn’t do arrogant CEOs, and she definitely doesn’t fake relationships. She clashes with the cold and calculating CEO, Adrian Langford. But when a high-stakes deal forces them into a fake relationship, the rules are clear: It’s strictly business. Strictly temporary and controlled. But eventually, the chemistry between them stops following the rules. And suddenly, their perfectly planned arrangement… isn’t so perfect anymore.

She signed the divorce papers with a steady hand and walked out without looking back. Roman Ashford expected tears. He got silence. And somehow, the silence was worse. For three years, Seraphina Montague was the quiet woman at his side. Forgettable, he thought. Easy to overlook. He was wrong about all of it. She was never just his wife. She was the heiress to one of the most powerful families in the country. She managed empires from the shadows. She saved his company in secret while she was already planning to leave him. Now she is untouchable, and Roman cannot stop watching. He wants her back. She has moved on. He is chasing a woman who never needed him. And the more he learns about who she really is, the more he understands exactly what he threw away. Some mistakes cannot be undone. Roman Ashford is about to find out if they can be earned back.

"Genie" His voice was barely a whisper, his breath warm against the shell of my ear. "This is so wrong, we can't be doing this." His lips find their way back to mine, trailing the bottom lip with his tongue. "So so wrong" He pulled my lower lips in, biting on them. I stifled a moan. "I know," I managed to say. I could feel the warm slickness ache between my legs. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're my step brother." My body doesn't agree with what my mouth is saying. I snuggled closer into his chest wanting to feel the heat of his bare body against mine. I want his mouth against mine, ravaging me like he had done before. We have gone too far to back out now. "Take me, Ryder" Those were the words he needed. Only those three words. Suddenly, he grips the back of my thighs and lifts me up, forcing my legs to wrap around him. Planting me against the wall, he peers up and look straight into my eyes "You're mine" Then his lips came down on mine. I'm yours. I whispered back in the back of my head. ******** Ryder Saint, for years, has bullied me. Reasons? None. It was like he signed a contract from heaven to make my life hell. From the moment he set his eyes on me, he added my name to his list. Don't be fooled by his last name. It's a charade, he's not anything like it. Everything about Ryder Saint smells evil. His heart, dark. His soul, dark. His aura, dark. Except his face. I should have neglected him like I always have, but I couldn't when our parents decided to tie the knots and he became my stepbrother. He and I, under the same roof. Now, he'll be doing more than tormenting my life

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.