One night. That's all it was supposed to be. FBI Special Agent Cassandra Blake never let herself slip. Until the night she met him. Mysterious, devastatingly charming, and sinfully irresistible, Adrian Moretti was a stranger with secrets and a body built for sin. But when she shows up at a crime scene the next morning and finds him surrounded by blood and secrets, she learns the truth. Her one-night stand is the heir to the Moretti crime family. Now her mission is clear: infiltrate, expose, and take him down. But Adrian isn't just dangerous, he's magnetic. And as their worlds collide in a twisted game of lies and seduction, Cassandra must make an impossible choice: bring justice to a world of crime... or surrender to the man who could destroy her.
Cassandra Blake never did reckless.
Her life was built on precision, rules, protocol, and order. It was how she became one of the youngest FBI agents in the Bureau's Organized Crime Division. But that night, the city's neon glow and the thumping beat of the music seemed to wash away her doubts. For once, she let go of everything.
The nightclub was too loud, too hot, too crowded, exactly the kind of place she usually avoided. But her best friend had insisted she needed a night off. "You need to loosen up," Jenna had said, shoving a dress into her hands. "And preferably get laid."
And now, Cassandra found herself at the bar, half a glass of bourbon burning in her veins, feeling the bass throb through her chest. She should've gone home hours ago. But then she saw him.
He moved like a man who owned the world. Tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in all black, the stranger leaned against the bar with casual authority. His eyes (intense and smoky) met hers from across the room. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips. She looked away first, pulse skittering.
God, he was dangerous.
And yet, when he made his way toward her, she didn't move.
"You don't look like you belong here," he said, voice smooth as silk and laced with something darker.
"Maybe I don't," she replied, keeping her tone cool.
He smiled, eyes roaming her face. "Name?"
She hesitated. "Cassie." A half-truth.
"Adrian," he said. He extended a hand, but instead of shaking hers, he lifted it to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles.
It should've made her laugh. It should've made her leave.
But it didn't.
They talked. Or flirted. She wasn't sure which. The conversation crackled with unspoken electricity. She didn't ask what he did. She didn't want to know. The mystery was intoxicating.
One hour later, she found herself pressed against the elevator wall of a downtown penthouse, Adrian's mouth on her throat, his hands everywhere.
"You're not shy," he murmured as her fingers pulled at the buttons on his shirt.
"Neither are you," she breathed.
They didn't make it to the bedroom. The living room was all marble and steel, cold and clean, until their clothes littered the floor. His body was sculpted, hard, and demanding, and when he kissed her, she forgot her own name.
He was relentless. Skilled. Every movement, every touch, was designed to unravel her. She'd never let anyone see her like this. Raw, exposed, undone.
And she didn't care.
She came apart in his arms with a cry, nails dragging down his back as his name fell from her lips like a secret.
When it was over, they lay tangled on the floor, sweat-slicked skin and shallow breaths.
He kissed her shoulder. "I want to see you again."
Cassie looked at him, heart still racing. "Maybe."
She slipped out before dawn, leaving no note, no name, no number. It was supposed to be a one-time mistake.
She never expected to see him again.
The crime scene smelled of blood and fresh gunpowder.
Cassie ducked under the police tape, her badge clipped to her belt, the morning sun casting sharp lines over the dead man slumped against the fountain in front of an opulent estate.
The FBI had been monitoring the Moretti family for over a year for the crimes of arms deals, racketeering, whispers of assassinations. But until now, nothing stuck. This murder was different. It was brazen. Loud. A message.
She flipped through the preliminary file. The victim was a Moretti associate: Luca Romano, suspected enforcer.
Then she heard the voice.
"We didn't invite the feds to this party."
She turned and nearly dropped the file.
Adrian.
He stood a few feet away, dressed in a tailored suit, flanked by bodyguards. His face was the same, except now it was colder. Harder.
"What the hell," she whispered.
His eyes narrowed. He recognized her. A flicker of surprise, then control. "Cassie," he said.
She straightened, all emotion buried behind her professional mask. "Special Agent Cassandra Blake. I'm leading this investigation."
The smirk he gave her was dangerous. "Well, isn't that a twist."
She felt the eyes of the police, the agents, the witnesses. She had to stay calm. Professional.
But inside? She was spiraling.
Because the man she'd slept with wasn't just a charming stranger.
He was Adrian Moretti.
Heir to the most powerful mafia empire on the East Coast.
And her newest target.
Martina Santiago is a simple, modest and well brought up girl by her parents "Hilda and Alfred Santiago." Well Martina hasn't really experienced the outside because her parents restricted her from going out and making friends in the neighborhood. According to them, they were trying to protect her from "the dangerous and evil world." But deep down they knew what they were really protecting her from. HER OWN SISTER. "Melissa Santiago." 18 years ago before Martina was even born, Hilda had a daughter, but she grew up becoming their worse nightmares. Out seeking revenge on her own Family because her mom got married to her boyfriend, yes, "Alfred" was her boyfriend, Hilda got married to him. Is Melissa really plotting revenge against her family and out against innocent Martina or there's more dark secrets to it? And how would this affect the relationship between Martina and Dominic Castellano, a ruthless, feared and dangerous but soft hearted billionaire.
Blood speaks louder beneath a full moon. In the ancient realm of Lunaris, where the stars are hunted as omens and the moon governs all life, werewolves do not lurk in shadows. They rule. The highland Silverfangs trace their bloodline back to the Moonborn, said to be the first creatures kissed by lunar magic. Noble, disciplined, and cold as the stone halls they inhabit, their legacy is law. The Nightmane packs-feral, untamed, exiled centuries ago-roam the deep woods beyond the borderlands, legends in the minds of children and terrors in the songs of elders. Kaela Raventhorn, heir to the Silverfangs, was born under a Crimson Moon, a rare celestial event whispered to mark destiny or doom. At seventeen, she claimed her first shift-seamlessly, painlessly-earning the envy and fear of her packmates. Now, at twenty-one, she wears her crown of responsibility with quiet defiance. She does what's expected: leads hunts, settles disputes, and prepares for her betrothal to Darian Vale, the future Warden of the North. But there is a restlessness inside her-a howl that no duty can quiet. When Kaela crosses into the forbidden wilds one night chasing a phantom scent, she stumbles upon a half-dead werewolf-his fur midnight-black, his eyes ember-red. A Nightmane. An enemy. She should have left him. But something about him draws her in. Something in the shape of his pain. His name is Riven, and he carries stories Kaela was never meant to hear: stories of betrayal, of secrets buried beneath Silverfang altars, of a pact broken in blood. And of her father's death... not as noble sacrifice, but as execution. --- "We were born of the same moon," Riven says. "But you've lived under lies." --- As Kaela nurses him back to life in a hidden cavern beneath the Blackroot Mountains, their bond deepens. It begins in stolen glances and quiet conversations. In questions no Silverfang would dare ask. In the way his voice settles the chaos in her chest. But love, in Lunaris, is never without consequence. Darian notices the shift in her-how her laughter dims in his presence, how she no longer flinches when he speaks of war. He begins to suspect. And Darian, beloved and golden, has never handled rejection well. What Kaela doesn't know is that Darian has been hiding truths of his own. That he knew her father's fate. That he struck the first blow. Betrayal comes swiftly. It arrives in a whisper: her mother's journal, found hidden beneath the hearthstone, speaks of a bloodmark that ties Kaela to the Nightmanes through her grandmother's forbidden love. A love that cost a war. A love that has been scrubbed from Silverfang history. It arrives in a letter: her arranged bond to Darian was sealed in desperation, not alliance. A pact forged to cover up a crime. It arrives in the moonlight: Riven, surrounded by Silverfang warriors, bleeding in chains, thrown at her feet like prey. And Kaela must choose. --- "Will you fight for the truth," her mother once asked her, "even if it ruins everything you love?" --- What began as duty will end in fire. Torn between the mate chosen for her and the mate fate has gifted her, Kaela must unravel the lies that bind her. To claim her future, she'll have to burn her past-and embrace the part of her blood that howls in the wild. But vengeance has a cost. And the moon never forgets. Marked by the Moon is a tale of forbidden love, shattered legacies, and the war between who we're told to be and who we truly are. In a world where love can be a weapon and betrayal runs in the blood, Kaela must decide: What will she protect-her pack, her heart, or her revenge?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.