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My Brother's Best Friend Is My Ex
You and Calder Caldwell dated for two and a half years, until his jealousy and your independence turned love into endless arguments. He was the one who walked away eight months ago, but being your brother's best friend made forgetting him impossible. Now it's 11:30 PM, and he's standing on your doorstep with his friends waiting in the car. You're in your pajamas, he's pretending he only came for your brother, and his eyes are betraying everything his mouth refuses to admit.
My Old Bully Showed Up For An Interview
Nine years ago in secondary school, Kaori Shimizu led the popular clique that laughed at your awkward clothes and publicly humiliated you when you confessed your feelings. Today, you are the managing director of a thriving design agency. When the next candidate enters for a clerical interview, Kaori walks in with worn shoes and a trembling resume.
Brother's Best Friend | Liem Prescott
August heat on the penthouse glass. Liem sets your bag down like it might scuff the floor and says he is only letting you stay because he owes your brother.
Jax Said You Were Taken.
Calder Holt is twenty-two, six foot five, and the underground boxer who does not date, stay, or kiss. You are Vivienne's best friend, dragged ringside to keep her out of trouble, with a boyfriend at home and a coat that marks the other side of the city. He has already decided you are a spoiled thrill-seeker. Then Jax says your name, says you are taken, and Calder Holt's jaw tightens like the information was a hit he did not block.
Three AM on the Edge of Your Bed
Shizuka Kido is your sharp-tongued housemate who openly resents your easygoing presence, enforcing rigid apartment rules and an icy boundary between your rooms. Afflicted with chronic insomnia, she discovers to her horror that your scent and steady breathing are the only things that quiet her migraines. At three in the morning, your bedroom door creaks open, and her trembling figure sinks onto the edge of your bed.
You Threw His Note Away
Marlow Penn is the broody musician working behind the counter at Low Groove records, who spent months secretly leaving poetic lyrics in your record sleeves. Unaware of his feelings, you tossed his latest note into the trash. After closing hours, you return to the darkened shop to fetch your forgotten umbrella, only to find Marlow sitting on the counter with bloodshot eyes. He demands to know why you threw his heart away before reading it.
He Tossed the Bottle Back
When your toxic ex cheated on you, he spun the narrative first, convincing your entire social circle that you were the unfaithful one. Ostracized by everyone, you started going to the town gym at odd hours. While stretching on the mats, your ex's imposing best friend Malick Quinn tosses a metal water bottle to your feet. Towering over your bench, he tells you that showing up where you aren't wanted was always your habit.
Give Me Your Hand or Refuse
Seven years of brutal warfare left two rival kingdoms drenched in blood, until a political marriage was brokered between you and Crown Prince Alec Carlisle. Both royal courts watch from the cathedral pews. At the altar, Alec extends his gauntleted hand with cold, unblinking eyes, refusing to force you. Place your palm in his to seal the peace, or pull away and reignite the war between your nations.
His Dagger Will Not Cut
A millennium ago, you sold your soul to dark gods so your dying lover Kaeden would reincarnate in future ages, leaving you to wander centuries alone. Now he stands over you as Roran Vale, a bloodthirsty conqueror who breached your castle walls. He presses a rune-carved dagger to your throat, but as your eyes meet, his blade trembles and refuses to draw blood.
Pinned Rivalry
After ten years as physical rivals, the moment you pin Kensie’s wrists above her head on the dorm floor shatters her defiance into breathless, trembling surrender.
Stranded at His Gate
The ranch hand stopped dead when he found your bags blocking his gate. Snow crept into your designer boots, your phone had no signal, and he wasn't about to walk around your mess.
You really do not remember me. Say where we met.
You turned down the weird kid. Aaron got hot, closed his hand around yours, and you don't remember him.
Scale of One to Me
Tripp Ellery has been your intoxicating friends-with-benefits partner for six months, maintaining strict rules against emotional attachment. You convinced yourself that late calls meant nothing. Tonight at a rooftop lounge, he catches you laughing with a handsome stranger. Tripp pulls you into the service hallway and presses you to the tile. Rank your new flirt on a scale of one to ten, or choose him.
White Dress to the Altar, or a Black Bag to the Sand.
Your family once sold Hadrian Nash out, then sent you as the peace. You are his fiancée on paper. He took you anyway, because fury needs a place to land and you are the only body they offered. It has been two days on his cliff estate. Tonight he finds you on the terrace staring at the water as if the sea were an exit. He has a crystal glass in one hand and a rule in the other: white dress to the altar, or a black bag to the sand.
Nemesis’ Secret Crush
Sharp-Tongued & Secretly Smitten | Your arch-rival, who has spent three years mocking you, has actually been keeping tabs on you all along.
The Room Parted. You Did Not Look.
Aldric Monroe | Underground Fighter Aldric Monroe is Harborrow's most expensive illegal fighter, an angelic face over a violent pit reputation, and you are the woman at the bar who keeps refusing every man who tries his luck. He was on the VIP balcony looking for Luke. Your indifference pulled him downstairs. Tonight he has taken the stool beside you, and the room that parts for him cannot make you look.
The Ex Still Wears the Chain You Gave Him.
Your ex showed off his new girlfriend. Bryon still has the chain you gave him and wants you at his place Friday after the championship.
Bound by Childhood Treaties
Born into neighboring dynasties, you and Vivian Lancaster were chained together since nursery school, enduring social calls and galas that fostered bitter rivalry rather than childhood affection. While your families dine at a coastal banquet, Vivian storms onto the terrace in the sultry summer dusk, furious that you left the patio door unlatched and determined to order you around like her personal footman.
You Found the Account. Then You Saw the Tattoo.
Darian Page has spent three months making Philosophy at Ravenscroft State University feel like a trial. He is 35, strict, brilliant, and merciless with anyone he decides is not serious. Last night you found the account TheOtherPage. This morning you are late, he rolls his sleeve, and the Latin on his inner arm matches the man you subscribed to. He has already caught you staring.
Not Going Out in That
Duncan Crawford is your older brother tattooed best friend, practically living on your family couch. He acts like an annoying protector, constantly watching who you talk to. As you head for the front door dressed for a late-night college party, Duncan jumps up and blocks the latch. He stares at your short hem and orders you to go back upstairs and change right now.
He'd Rather Kiss a Lamppost
Gideon Flynn is the rich boy who has made your university year a sport: pale blue eyes, a Kensington drawl, an insult ready before you finish a sentence. You two have been at each other all term. Tonight the party is in someone else's expensive house. Oliver dares him to kiss you. Gideon laughs, says he would rather kiss a lamppost, and still has not looked away from your mouth.
She Has the Photos. You Have the Rest.
You were how he got the girl. Russell still doesn't want her, and she knows.
Thought I got rid of you.
He used to turn every summer into a war. Ben thought he got rid of you, and now you're back on the street with boxes.
The Unwelcome Guest
Bianca Vance, your best friend's sharp, contemptuous older sister, has openly despised you for years, regarding you as an irresponsible, bad influence on her younger brother. Crashing at their family home for a weekend gaming marathon, you step into the unlit kitchen at 2 A.M. for a glass of water. Suddenly, Bianca corners you against the marble counter in her sleepwear.
You Flipped Off a Killer. He Is Still Talking.
Aldric Larkin | Theatrical Killer Aldric Larkin, the Eastshore Specter, has spent years treating murder as a private art, and you are the 21-year-old who wrecked the performance by refusing to scream. You hit his night-vision goggles with a granola bar and told him to join a gym. Tonight he is mud-caked behind a pine on the east trail while you flip him off in blood-specked pink slippers and the perfect kill falls apart.
Toxic Artist | Jaxon Marlowe
The night mart doors groan shut. Jaxon stops under the streetlamp, lights a cigarette, finds no stars, and his eyes cut down to you.
Kiss Me, Prez
The campus delinquent whose rich family funds the university so he can never be expelled keeps skipping class just to get dragged into the counseling room with me, the student council president who has turned down every one of his confessions, and now he's named his price for showing up: one kiss.
Her Blade at Your Jugular
The High Elf inquisitor recognizes the curse in your blood. You are a 24-year-old apprentice archivist carrying a dormant beast-blood inheritance. Inquisitor Vivienne Dawn, 120, follows its magical trace through the capital’s rain-dark guild district. The Tribunal calls it corruption; your family records suggest something else. Beneath a gas lamp, her silver claymore and pointed ears make her authority unmistakable. She has orders to arrest you—but the evidence in your satchel may change the case.
All Four Were Waiting
They were your entire world when you were ten years old: Leland, Clay, Cyrus, and Mateo. Then one morning they vanished without a single goodbye, leaving you to spend thirteen years grieving what you lost. On a rainy afternoon, you walk into your regular corner cafe and find all four of them crammed into your favorite booth, watching your every step with desperate, unyielding eyes.
One Round on His Lap
Maddox Keene is your brother's best friend, the heavy boxer who always mocked you for being too soft for his gym. You came looking for your brother, but only Maddox was in the garage. He sits on the bench wrapping his knuckles, locking eyes with you. He pats his thigh twice, offering one full round on his lap to say whatever you came to say.
The Viscount | Julian Harwick
The whole house welcomes you except the viscount in the doorway. He asks why he should endure another hour of you.
Step down and tell me if you come willing.
The kingdom wasn't meant to survive. Hakon took you instead of payment and wants to know if you come willing.
Drinking Your Coffee
Fenton Porter is your roommate Ava's older brother, a night-shift doctor who has never liked how you live and gets sharper the longer he has to look at it. Ava left three days ago. He was supposed to be an errand, not a verdict. It is 6:12 in the morning. You woke to him in the kitchen in navy scrubs, twelve hours off a shift, drinking your coffee, already telling you that you look terrible and that the apartment has somehow survived you.
Avatar of Pride
In the grand marble hall of the Accord, the Demon Lord of Pride, Alaric Veyre, commands absolute obedience. But at the banquet of Easter gifts, an enchanted chocolate hare escaped your grasp and left a smudge on his spotless white coat. His dark wings unfurl slightly as the choir falls silent in horror. With one gloved finger pressing over his heart, he pins you with crimson eyes and offers a terrifying choice.
Shut the Insult Down
Your campus rival defended you—and now he refuses to explain why. At Saint Jude's Academy of Demi-Humans, 21-year-old you have spent two terms enduring the sharp remarks of Nerien Voss, 22, a high-born snow leopard shifter. Today he shoved a student who mocked your scholarship, risking disciplinary action. Now his spotted tail flicks against his leg outside the gym while his pale eyes avoid yours. Was he defending you, protecting his own reputation, or hiding something he cannot admit? You can demand an apology, report the fight, or ask why he cared.
You Don't Know Us. He Did.
Following the death of your notorious serial-killer father, you thought his dark legacy was buried. Instead, the four lethal protégés he secretly trained kidnapped you directly from the cemetery. Waking bound to a chair in an abandoned warehouse, you face four dangerous men closing in with weapons and cigarettes. Leader Reuben Sloane kneels at your feet, demanding to know if you accept your father's inheritance.
Snow-Border Abandoned Sacrifice: This Life, She Bows to No Heaven or Earth
He called you the God-Bride, the bride chosen by the Mountain God — but no one knows better than you that the prophecy is a forgery. In your past life you loved the Snow-Mountain High Priest to the bone, waited three years, and fed a heart full of devotion to the ice lake. On the day of the Great Sacrifice you walked into the freezing water in the bridal gown you embroidered yourself, and looked back at him one last time — he stood beneath the god-banner, the cinnabar between his brows dripping red, unwilling even to glance at you. You finally understood: from the moment he chose the god, you were already dead. Opening your eyes again, you are back on the eve of the divine wedding — same contract, same snow, same man cold as jade. But this time you smile and push the contract back to him: "My lord, I won't marry." The night you flee, the blizzard is endless, and you crash into a warm embrace. The Daijing crown prince wraps you in his fox-fur coat, his voice mild: "Princess, the exit you wanted — I have brought it." A contract marriage, a political alliance, and you go from Snow Border's sacrifice to the Eastern Palace's guest. Yet little by little you discover the marriage is no simple thing: beneath the Eastern Palace pillow lies an ice-flower hairpin you gave away twelve years ago; in court, the smiling Prince Rui and the sun-bright crown prince are brothers bound for life and death; and at the depth of the Golden Hall, that old emperor who gently bestowed tea and gifted you an ice lamp watches you as if watching a chess piece — while the "prophecy" that buried your past life points, stroke by stroke, straight at Shangjing. This life you will not bow to the god's seat. You will be the one who burns the god — and gives her heart to the man who hands her back the right to choose. How to play: You are Helian Taoxi. Refuse the sacrifice, uncover the truth, protect your sister, and walk your own ending between the priest and the crown prince. Every choice you make rewrites the fate of Snow Border and Daijing.
Accidental Dorm Mate
You're the roommate housing shouldn't have picked. Kaid already gave himself away.
You Made the Mess. Kneel.
You spilled sauce on the college king's sneaker. Now the whole cafeteria is watching. Enzino Russo, 23, is the six-foot-six football captain whose father owns Russo College. You're a 21-year-old newcomer, unaware of how far his surname reaches. When red sauce lands on his black sneaker, Isaac, Hayden, and Zac fall silent. Enzino steps forward in his burgundy jacket and demands an apology in front of everyone. A napkin lies on the table; he is waiting to see whether you'll stand up to him. Behind his arrogance is a family life he keeps fiercely private.
Do You Even Like My Songs
Jonah Reeve is a rock star with sold-out stadiums and millions of obsessive fans. You find his music shallow, but your best friend dragged you backstage anyway. While guests line up for autographs, Jonah leans against your counter with an amused smirk. He catches your bored glare, asking if you even like his songs.
My Biker Roomie's Rules
Your biker roomie swears he doesn't date, then glares at anyone near you.
Your Blood Melted Him
Trapped in a gilded cage within the high vampire court, you were kept as an exotic pet until an attacking pureblood fed on you and dissolved into burning sludge. Prince Alaric and Lucien Draeg stare at the smoking corpse outside your iron bars, their thirst warring with shock. Alaric steps close, offering you freedom from the cage if your lethal blood serves their vengeance.
