Racheal Dennis

Twenty three years old Elena, who doesn't have any education, lives with her poor Aunt. She’s a street dancer and singer. She dances and sings to make end meets. Unexpectedly, life throws her into the Royal palace of Peoria, a small British country. She’s torn between two princes, one who loves her dearly and the other who just wants to use her. After a passionate night with her prince charming, she was found in bed without another man few days later. What will she do when she’s accused of commiting adultery? What will she do when she becomes pre.gnant and can’t decide who her child’s father is?

I've been married to my husband since I was eighteen years old, and my husband rose to fame shortly after our marriage, but this fame came with a very expensive price -our marriage. The foundation of our marriage started shaking when my husband left home for six years, he was parading the streets and clubs in LA with different supermodels -or, so I thought. I was at the verge of divorcing him since I couldn't continue hurting everyday, but he came back to his senses and begged me to accept him back. No matter how I tried to hide it, I'm still hopelessly in love with him and decided to forgive him. He promised he's change and he's ready to settle down, of course that got me pregnant and I had to try my best, my very best to love my husband and trust him again, and continue our lives as if he's never left. But our relationship couldn't go back to the old days, because I realized I don't know who my husband is any more. He became very secretive, he repeatedly lied to me on several occasions, and most times I'd have to force the truth out of him. Then a very heavy storm hit our marriage, and that's when I gave up completely -I caught my husband red-handed, cheating on me with my biggest rival, and the worse part was he lied to my face about it. I couldn't help but wonder, does he really love? If he love me, then why can't he trust me at all? Why can't he confined in me? Isn't it better to just walk away from this marriage that's built on lies? But now our baby is involved, should I raise him without his father? Is this break really necessary? Is it gonna help us? Or break us even more?

No one has seen him, No one can tell what he looks like, No one can tell if he's human, wolf, dragon, elf, or vampire. We've only heard his very deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound so humanly. We only know he's a ruthless beast, And that beast is the king of all supernatural creatures -he is King Wymond. He is an abomination -a mistake made by the moon goddess. There are rumors that he is immortal -are there still any immortals in this age? He walks the lands every night and kills any soul that crosses path with him or it, He never lets anyone see him and doesn't attend public meetings. He's always inside his palace, with those two big gates locking him away and isolating him from the world. Weird! How did he end up becoming the king then? Every five years, girls who have come of age (18 years to 25 years), from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves, and dragons) are taken to his palace. It is unclear to us why they are taken there, And we dare not ask why because asking why there is death penalty. And strangely, all the girls taken to the palace always come back alive, but they end up losing their memories of what had happened in there. No one has enough courage to investigate and find out what's going on -investigating is like walking into the valley of death.

A tour guide, Perry Marco has her whole life planned ahead, she thought she had it all -a great job and the perfect boyfriend whom she'd get married to sooner and live a quiet, peaceful live with. But all that came crumbling down when she walked in on her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, feeling heartbroken and devastated she sever all ties with them. As if life had every bad thing in stock for her that day, she went home and was met with a very sad news -her dad was diagnosed of kidney disease. Having no money to pay for medical bills, she was forced to move to the big city where she crossed paths with Kendrick Alejandro, who suspected and held her responsible for his mother's death which had happened years ago. What could be Perry's connection with Kendrick's mother's death? Or is the real murderer closer than he thinks?

Aurora Grace Cox went on an adventure to find her parents' murderer and she ventured into the mansion of a very ruthless General under the guise of a doctor. She landed herself in a very big trouble on the first day of work, by killing the general's fiancee. What other troubles is she going to land herself? "I have only three rules for you (1) don't fall in love with me, you'd get hurt. (2) don't enter my room without my permission" General Ian said. Can Aurora abide by these rules?

"Marry our son" she said looking at me straight in the eyes. Say what now?! Marry their son? "I can't" I said. "Why?, Is the money not enough?" Nora asked, I looked at her like she's lost her mind, she's a woman, how can she ask me something like that. "Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, we can add more later" Mr knights said. What is wrong with rich people..... throwing money about, thinking everything is about money. Don't they know that there are some certain things that money can't buy?, Money can't buy happiness, they should look for something better to use their money for. "It's not about the money, I just can't do it. sir, if you want your son to get married, sit him down and tell him he's old enough to settle down, you can't choose a wife for your son or hire one for him" I told them.

His name is Nicklaus Wilhelm Statham! He's very handsome, super rich and people sees him as a god, they worship the ground upon which he walk. One would think women would be flocking over him, but no, he's a very weird man, he's got a very weird disease, he's allergic to women and doesn't stand even ten feets near them. This allergy was a result of an accident which happened years ago, he knows the accident wasn't a coincidence, he knew it was planned but doesn't know who planned it. There's only one person (Anastasia Lopez) who has the answer to all his questions, but unfortunately she disappeared. Years later, he saw her again but fate is cruel, she's lost all her memories and doesn't remember anything from the past. What's gonna happen now? Who's gonna solve the unsolved mysteries from the past?

Alexa doesn't know about the existence of the supernatural creatures, she only knew they exist in folklores. She was born in the human world, grew up as a human and has adapted to the human life, her family showered her with great love and utmost care. Her parents are travellers, travelling all over the world to experience different cultures and traditions...at least, that's what they told her. But there's a dirty secrets behind them traveling all over, what could this secret be?

It all started with, eighteen years old Jasmine Reinle finding out she was pregnant for her secret boyfriend, just a few days to her high school graduation. She intended to hide the pregnancy news from her parents, but unfortunately, her parents already somehow found out about it before she got home. Her father was enraged and scolded her angrily, calling her names for not being cautious enough and blackening their family's reputation. With her sister's wedding to a mysterious man around the corner, Jasmine was given two options, either she abort the pregnancy or leave the family and server all ties with them. For the love Jasmine had for her unborn baby and boyfriend, she chooses to leave. But things didn't work out as she had planned, she went over to her boyfriend's house and found out he's left the town. It's left for Jasmine to cater for herself and her baby. Five years later, her runaway boyfriend came back into her life life, but with a harsh reality... he's her elder sister's mysterious husband.

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce. Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence. When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway. They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher. "And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop." The revelation chilled me to the bone. My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred—none of it was my fault. It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted. I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city. One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged. But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man. It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage.

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.

Ivanna had everything: a stable marriage, a promising career, and the love of the man she had fought for, even against his own family. But when she finally managed to conceive, fate tore her happiness away in the most heart-wrenching way imaginable. Her husband had wanted a child... just not with her. She made the hardest decision of her life: signing a divorce agreement that left her with nothing. She left without looking back, her heart shattered, carrying a silent promise never to return. Until now. Four years have passed, and she's back in Boston, the city where her dreams were once shattered-with a new life, newfound strength... and a secret that will change everything. She is no longer the same woman who left in silence. And her ex-husband isn't prepared to uncover what she's been hiding. What will happen when the ex-wife returns with the one secret that might ruin him... or redeem him?

"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...