CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

* **One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.** Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part. But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works. When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart. Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender. He wants her to fight back. **"Use me,"** he says. In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.

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O'Malley's Bar throbbed with Friday-night fever, a dive transformed into a neon-lit jungle. Strobe lights slashed through cigarette haze, bass-heavy hip-hop rattling the walls, the scent of spilled beer and greasy nachos hanging thick. Laughter erupted from clusters of revelers; a jukebox crooned Cardi B in the corner. Celine burst through the swinging doors at 10:15 PM, chest heaving from the sprint-walk, her hotel uniform ditched for fire-engine red crop top, ripped jeans hugging her hips, and ankle boots made for stomping hearts. Alicia spotted her instantly from their sticky booth, two salt-rimmed tequila shots gleaming like liquid gold."Over here, queen!" Alicia yelled, jumping up for a bone-crushing hug. Her braids swung as she pulled back, eyes bugging. "Bitch, you look like you wrestled a tornado. What the hell happened? Spill before I drag it out."Celine collapsed into the booth, snatching the shot. The glass chilled her palm; she tossed it back, agave fire scorching her throat, blooming warm in her belly. "Jamal," she rasped, slamming the empty down. "Fucking my twin sister. Celeste. In my bed, sheets still warm."Alicia's jaw unhinged, shot glass teetering. "That slimy ho? Your own blood? Oh, hell no." She pounded the table, rattling bottles. "I'm grabbing my keys-we're keying his shitty truck, egging the windows, the works! Nobody betrays my girl like that!"Celine flagged the bartender-a grizzled vet named Mick-with a crooked grin, ordering a double round. "Chill, girl. Not even that pissed." Lies-her heart still jackhammered-but humor bubbled up, tequila loosening the knot. "Caught a comedy show. Dude's got a pencil dick."Alicia froze mid-sip, mouth forming a cartoonish O, then dissolved into high-pitched giggles, nearly toppling her stool. "No! Pencil? Girl, you roasted him!" She wheezed, slapping Celine's arm. "Scale of one to 'lost in the bush'? Spill the tea-how we measuring this micro-tragedy?"Celine leaned in, voice dropping conspiratorial. "Tiny, Alicia. Eraser-tip small. Shriveled like a scared raisin. I dodged that bullet five months straight-'not ready' my ass, it was self-preservation." She mimed tweezers, drawing laughs from nearby tables. "Wondered how my holier-than-thou sister faked those porn-star moans. Pencil dick and backstabbing bitch-match made in hell."Alicia howled, tears streaming, high-fiving a stranger. "Iconic! Savage queen energy. To dodging disasters!" Glasses clinked; shot four burned down. The bar's pulse synced with Celine's-freedom tasting like lime and salt."I'm going all out tonight," Celine declared, standing wobbly. "Drinking myself dead. Who's with me?"Party ignited. Shots blurred to six, eight; the DJ dropped Megan Thee Stallion, floor packing with grinding bodies. Celine hit the dance floor, half-drunk bliss erasing betrayal. Hips swaying hypnotic, arms slicing air, caramel skin glowing under strobes. She owned it-crowd parting, men ogling, women cheering. Alicia matched from the sidelines, funneling drinks: "That's my girl! Burn it down!"Sweat slicked her neck; laughter bubbled free. For the first time, no Jamal hovering, no Celeste stealing shine. Just her.At the bar's shadowed far end, amid velvet booths for high-rollers, a lone figure commanded space. Tall, broad-shouldered in tailored black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, olive skin taut over chiseled jaw. Piercing hazel eyes tracked Celine through the throng-her fire, her fight. A faint smirk curved full lips as he swirled scotch. Feisty one.Chaos brewed amid the bass. A beefy lurker-30s, sweat-stained tee clinging to beer gut, tribal tat peeking from sleeve-detached from his wolf-pack buddies. He'd leered at Celine's ass for twenty minutes, shots fueling entitlement. As "WAP" thumped louder, he slunk onto the floor, positioning behind her. Hands clamped her waist uninvited, grinding hard, stubble grazing her neck. "Sexy dancer," he slurred, breath rank with whiskey.Celine whirled, tequila sharpening senses, shoving his chest hard. "Fuck. Off."He laughed, undeterred, paws returning greedier. "Aw, play nice, babe. You're fire-loosen up." Squeezed her hips, pulling close.Rage exploded-Jamal's exposed shame flashing, Celeste's moans echoing. Ticking bomb. She twisted, elbow jabbing ribs; he tightened grip. "Feisty bitch. C'mon, book a hotel? I'll make it worth it-penthouse style."Wrong move. Celine's boot heel rocketed up, smashing his shin with hotel-maid force-crack like splintering wood. He bellowed, crumpling, meaty hands clutching the leg. Pain lanced white-hot; felt like crushed bone, bruising deep to marrow. "You crazy cunt! You broke it!"Floor cleared; phones whipped out filming. Alicia barreled through, nails bared. "Back off my friend, pig! Or I stomp the other!"Celine flipped her hair, chest heaving triumph, sauntering to the bar unfazed. "Told your ass to fuck off." Mick slid her a fresh shot gratis-"On the house, killer." She downed it, adrenaline electric. Pencil dicks get no seconds.Creep hobbled to buddies, cursing floods, shin pulsing agony-purple welt swelling fast. She'd packed power; years hauling vacuums built legs like pistons.In the shadows, the watcher smirked deeper, murmuring to his empty glass, "Quite feisty." He signaled the server, eyes never leaving her. The night had just begun.

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He shattered her. A stranger awakened her. Now she'll burn the world for her own redemption. Lila was a wolfless omega-obedient, unseen, and promised to an Alpha who shattered her with one cruel betrayal. One night with a stranger changes everything. Elliot is vengeance in a tailored suit. Cold. Unforgiving. And Lila is the daughter of the man he's sworn to destroy. She was never meant to matter-until the mate bond snaps into place, and hatred turns to hunger. Then there's Julian. Gentle. Steady. Safe. In his arms, Lila glimpses a life untouched by pain. But even the kindest hearts carry shadows. Caught between the fire and the calm, between a love that burns and a love that heals, Lila must face the truth of her bloodline, the secrets that bind her to both men-and the power growing inside her. She's done being obedient. She's done being silent. And she won't just survive-she'll rise from the ashes.

Action Mystery Werewolf

8.9

Arderemos en lo prohibido

8.9

In the shadow of a brutal underworld war, a dangerous attraction ignites between two souls from rival factions. As the mafia’s grip tightens, they must navigate a landscape of betrayal and lethal secrets. Every stolen moment risks total destruction, forcing them to choose between their deep-rooted loyalties and a forbidden desire that could burn their worlds down. In this high-stakes game of power, survival and passion collide with explosive consequences.

Action Mafia Romance

8.6

Enslaving The Moon Goddess

8.6

For a millennium, the Moon Goddess has reigned supreme over the werewolf realm, her power undisputed and her word law. However, an ancient prophecy foretells a shift in the cosmic balance, suggesting that even a deity can be brought to her knees. When a fierce warrior rises to challenge the divine order, a dangerous game of power and passion begins. This high-stakes struggle will test the limits of loyalty and desire as the fate of all shifters hangs in the balance.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.6

He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge

7.6

For two thousand, five hundred and fifty-five days, I breathed air filtered through silver vents. Silver is poison to our kind, yet my Fated Mate, Alpha Dante Moretti, personally drove me to that prison and locked me in hell for seven years. He did it to protect another woman. When I was finally released, gaunt and broken, Dante didn't offer an apology. He offered excuses. He claimed it was necessary to save Chiara, the delicate "golden child" who supposedly saved his life years ago. But it was a lie. I was the one who had drained my veins until I went into shock to save him, while my parents handed the credit to Chiara. Now, back in the manor, I was forced to watch my mate feed her grapes and comfort her fake distress. My parents called me a "soulless waste" and demanded I annul our engagement so Dante could mark Chiara. They thought I was a weak Omega they could discard. They didn't know that the silver hadn't killed me; it had forged me. They had no idea that the "runt" they abused possessed the blood of the White Wolf, the most powerful creature in our history. When the truth finally shattered their lies, Dante crawled to me, bleeding and begging on his knees in a hotel hallway. But I didn't feel triumph. I felt nothing. "I, Alessia Salinas, reject you, Dante Moretti." I walked away from the Alpha who broke me, leaving him to scream into the silence of a severed bond.

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8.0

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns

8.0

On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table. Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen. "Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over." I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward. Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant. She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest. As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me. He hugged her. "It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you." The betrayal didn't stop there. When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police. When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations. He declined the call. He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife. That was the moment the chain broke. As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come. I opened the door and jumped into the dark. Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement. Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one.

Action Modern Romance

8.1

My Mate Killed Our Pups

8.1

Betrayal shatters a she-wolf's world when her own mate commits an unthinkable act: the murder of their innocent pups. Consumed by grief and a thirst for vengeance, she must navigate the brutal politics of the pack and her own broken heart. This gripping tale of loss and retribution follows her journey to seek justice against the male she once loved. In a world of shifting loyalties, she will stop at nothing to make him pay for his sins.

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CELINE:The Sheikh Dessert Bride

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