174 Book(s) Related to Secret

Lily, a young woman from a world where vampires and werewolves are nothing but legends, finds herself drawn into a mysterious forest.

As the days go by, Lily discovers that her life is about to change forever. In the forest, she uncovers the dark world of vampires and werewolves, where nothing is as it seems. The werewolves, once thought to be nothing more than myth, are revealed as enemies of the vampires, and Lily finds herself caught in the middle of a war she doesn’t understand.

As she gets closer to Alex, the vampire who saved her life, she also begins to discover more about her own hidden abilities.

The deeper Lily delves into this supernatural world, the more she realizes that she may be connected to it in ways she never imagined. As alliances are formed and broken, Lily faces impossible choices.

Will she stay loyal to Alex, or will she be forced to choose a side?

And in the end, will she survive the battle between vampires and werewolves?

Aurora was rejected by Ryker, her mate, due to their impure bloodline; she couldn't bear the pain and shame so she decided to flee from her pack and start a new life.

Years later Ryker discovers that Aurora has kept a secret from him a secret of their twin werewolf babies born with rare abilities.

This got Ryker upset, hunting for Aurora seeking retribution to claim his child.

How will this possibly happen? Is it by love or by hurt? Can Ryker prove his love and protect his family or will Aurora hurt and mistrust tear them apart forever?.

Ezra broke the kiss and gripped her face with both hands.
“I need to get you out of my system.”
“I can’t,” Gia said, getting back to her senses.
Ezra snaked his arm around her waist and hoisted her over to the chair.
“I don’t care,” Ezra replied.
He made her straddle him and moved his palm up her thigh. Gia dipped her head back and moaned.
“You smell so good,” Ezra groaned.
He recognized the cherry blossom scent. Just like Natalie’s.
Ezra found her thin underwear and rubbed her clit through the fabric. Gia gripped his shoulders and moaned. Without wasting time Ezra pushed her underwear aside and pushed a finger through her wet...


Gia bears an uncanny resemblance to Natalie, the heiress of the family she works for. Unfortunately, that makes her a pawn in her boss's plans. She sleeps with a billionaire to obtain funds for her Mother's treatment.
It should have been just one night, but what happens when the billionaire, Ezra Warren proposes to Natalie? Gia's suddenly in Ezra's sights. Will he see through the mask she's forced to wear and find out she's the woman stuck on his skin or will their desire for each other eventually pull them together?
Can a maid and a billionaire find a way to make it work? Or will a cunning heiress destroy things before they even start?

I closed my eyes and announced, "I am not Anna!"
He said calmly, "Well, I knew about it already."
My eyes flared open in shock, "How - How did you know?"
He looked deeply into my eyes and replied, "I met Anna at a ball but didn't feel anything. But when I saw you for the first time in the carriage, I felt the bond between us."
Sweat beads covered my forehead as I tried to process his words. Did it mean…?
The man knew what was going on in my head and replied, "Yes, you are right! You are my mate."
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Licia’s world collapsed when her father, the previous maniac Alpha King, was killed and then she lost her identity as a prince. Yes, a prince, not a princess! She was born a girl, but her mother sealed her identity and raised her like a boy.

Until the day, her father and mother died...she was not a big person anymore.
She turned into a nobody but finally lived like a girl.

While Licia’s life was not easy, she was forced to be a substitute bride for an Alpha’s daughter and marry Enrique Collins, Alpha of the Ravenwood pack, he is the current king's right-hand man, and he was known to be cool, powerful and ruthless.

But one thing Licia didn’t know is Alpha Enrique loves his wife more than anything.

The night he took my innocence, he branded me his.
I never imagined he’d return years later as the enemy…
Demanding my loyalty.
My silence.
And the daughter he never knew he left behind.

I thought what we had was fate.
But loving Santino Romano was forbidden.
He was my brother’s best friend—
And the heir to the Famiglia Romano that ruined my bloodline.
A ruthless prince in a kingdom of crime,
And the only man who ever tasted the softness I kept hidden from the world.

Then came the fire.
The blood.
The betrayal that tore everything apart.

Now he’s back—colder, harder, more dangerous than ever.
He doesn’t ask. He takes.
Locks me in his penthouse cage and tells me I belong to him.
Body, heart, soul.

He punishes me for running.
He worships me like a sinner at the altar.
He kisses like a threat and touches like war.
And despite the fury in his eyes, I see it…
The man who once made my heart race still burns beneath the scars.

But he doesn’t know the truth I’ve hidden.
Our secret.

Our daughter.

And if my family discovers he has me, they’ll spill blood to bring me home.

What they don’t understand is this:
My captor is now my protector.
And Santino Romano will paint the streets red before he lets anyone take me or our child away.

Some people wear masks. Perhaps their wounds are so ugly that their greatest desire is to avoid looking at them in the reflection of the mirror.

What do they hide behind them?

Gravity Monaghan fought for years in search of her professional fulfillment, but finds herself in a draining situation as an intern for a designer who has no intention of helping her grow. Her dream of becoming a big name in the fashion industry seems more and more distant, and after he returns to her life, it feels like her options have narrowed to him.

Ashton Baker is living the peak of his success as the most talked-about member of the famous rock band, The Reckless. Driven by sex and a series of controversies surrounding his name, the latest trouble he got into during his world tour—the most important of his career—was the tipping point for the other band members and his team.

He needs her to change his image, while she needs him to stand out.

Amid distrust and anger, Gravity and Ashton face an even more disturbing feeling: resentment.

They haven’t forgotten what happened, but even though they won’t admit it, they are drawn to each other.

It’s not just their stories that haunt them, but the secrets they keep lead them to live under a web of lies.

It’s all about cause and effect, and the past always comes back to claim its price.

What if you fall in love with your stepfather?

Harley Aldana was merely 18 when she felt a sudden urge after meeting her mom's new husband Evo Montero. She knew that it was forbidden but when she saw how his gaze melts her, she couldn't focus on everything but only on him.
Can she control her urgency because she don't want to hurt her mom or she will accept the consequences afterward just to be with her hot and rich stepfather?

When Evelyn Hale moves to Ashwick Falls for a quiet new beginning, she discovers a town that knows more about her than it should. Strangers greet her by name, old photographs show her face, and the cemetery holds a grave with her birthday etched into the stone. As she digs deeper, Evelyn uncovers a cycle of vanishings the town refuses to remember—and the more she searches for answers, the more she begins to question her own past. Some secrets aren’t buried. They’re waiting.

Alison and Alexander have been married for three years but never met. During the day, she is his hired tutor, taking his salary and being enslaved by him. At night, Alison is the wife of a CEO, lying in Alexander's arms, enjoying his kisses and hearing his plea: "Can we extend the deadline of our contractual marriage?"

Synopsis:
Camilla was only 19years old when she discovered she was pregnant. It was a one night stand. She knew neither his name nor his background. All she knew was his face.
Three years later,she returned to the city to start anew. She got a job at Frostbite company only to discover that the CEO, Kelvin, was the face of a man she knew. He was the father of her baby. Just as she thought she knew the father, unexpected events make her question the paternity of her child. She must navigate through it all to find out the father. Will she be strong till the end?

Leo Russo, a fiery young mafia lord and alpha werewolf, rules Seattle’s underworld with a bloody fist—until his rival, Marco Vitale, Seattle’s other alpha king, ignites a war that shatters their fragile truce. A forbidden spark flares between them, erupting when an ancient blood oath binds them as mates amid betrayal and chaos. Caught in a kill-or-be-killed mafia world, Leo fights the pull toward Marco—hate clashing with desire. As Marco’s sister Gia betrays her own to seize power, and new threats claw at their empires, Leo meets Ezra, a quiet werewolf stirring his heart. Torn between love, loyalty, and vengeance, can Leo break the oath—or will he find passion and strength in his sworn enemy?

Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery.
Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams.
It took just one night to lose her virginity to him. And later discovering she was pregnant, she decided to leave and never return. Hopefully, Liam will never find out that she left with his heir.

My sixteen-year-old cousin needed blood. Emergency surgery. Life or death.
But instead of buying blood from the hospital, Uncle Daryl just pointed at Grandma Maggie. "Use hers. She's tough. She can handle it."
They drained her until she collapsed. Then they took my cousin home to celebrate his recovery, leaving Grandma bleeding unconscious in the hospital parking lot.
When she finally came to, crawling across asphalt trying to get home, that's when the black cars found her. That's when she learned the truth.
Fifty-five years ago, the hospital gave her to the wrong family.
She wasn't Maggie Johnson, the family servant who raised everyone's kids and never complained when they stole her tip money. She was Magnolia Ravenscroft—missing oil heiress worth billions.
Now my family thinks they've won the lottery. Earl's demanding his "rightful share," Daryl wants a CEO position, Aunt Brandi's planning her rich lady makeover.
Then Grandma looked at me with a smile and asked, "And what about you, Sage? What do you want?"
My blood ran cold.
Because I saw it clearly.
The deadly intent that flashed through Grandma's eyes.

My name is Evangeline Rosemont, but please, just call me Evie.

Yes, that Rosemont—heir to a fifteen-billion-dollar sports empire that owns four NFL teams. But at Texas State University, I'm just another scholarship cheerleader living in the cheapest dorm, working at a campus coffee shop, and pretending to stress about my Target budget.

Until my roommate Sienna starts getting suspicious.

She thinks she's a New Orleans socialite, strutting around in rented Gucci and spinning elaborate lies about her oil executive father, all while desperately chasing our school's star quarterback, Axel Kingsley.

The irony? Axel has been my best friend since we were eight years old. We agreed to pretend we don't know each other so I could experience college as a "normal" person.

But Sienna's getting too close to the truth. She's staging "accidental" locker room encounters with Axel, posting fake relationship photos on Instagram, and even faking injuries for sympathy. When she threatens to expose my real identity in front of the entire school, I realize—

Maybe it's time she finds out why my "used" Honda Civic sounds suspiciously like a Ferrari under the hood.

And when she discovers that my coffee shop boss just landed on campus in a private jet, calling me "sweetheart"...

Well, let's just say her reaction is going to be priceless.

I thought I would spend my whole life hiding behind a mask, until I read his words in Vogue: "The most beautiful faces aren't about perfection, but the light of the soul." Wasn't he talking about me?
Seven years ago, he was the gentle boy next door, and I was the scarred girl who hated her reflection.
Now, he's an internationally renowned photographer, and I'm still just a makeup artist painting scars on third-rate actors in cheap sets.
When photos of him with a supermodel topped the headlines, I got a private message from him: "That girl has always been you."
But a violent scandal from our past explodes online, turning our reunion into a living hell... This time, I'm tearing off the mask for good. Let the whole world see—this scar is the very reason he loves me.

Warning : Matured contents.

"Fuck ," Keir moaned as he placed his hand on her head motioning her to reduce her pace as she was at the edge of making him loose his mind but she didn't stop rather she continued gagging on his manhood swiftly and at interval she would meet his eyes with a smile on her face.

"Damn," Keir moaned again this time loudly as he released into her mouth, watching her take all of him as she swallowed. He didn't know how they had gotten here but he was pleased, his parents had organized a get together with all their shareholders and as usual Octavia had suggested they go have their own meeting in his office.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Octavia Cosmo and Keir Hydra are childhood friends, they come to a compromise after being in a series of unhealthy relationships with their past partners to be in a friend's with benefits situation to satisfy their sexual urge.

They keep at it for some while till Octavia realize she might be in love with Keir when he informs her he wants to call off their agreement off as he is now in love.

Will she let him go or do the untold to keep their agreement permanent?

I used to believe marriage was love's happy ending, only to realize it was the gateway to my personal hell. Staring into the mirror, my hundred-thousand-dollar wedding dress wrapped around me like golden chains, binding me tight, while my father's tears silently screamed of the doom I couldn't outrun. "This is bigger than us," he choked out, his voice trembling, each syllable slicing into my heart like a knife.

When my groom flung my ring aside mid-ceremony to chase after that "fragile-hearted" Isabella, the truth crashed over me: I was nothing but a pawn in this cold political game. For three years, I've wandered the echoing, icy halls of Blackstone mansion like a forgotten ghost, unseen and utterly alone.

"Am I really not enough?" I whisper to myself in the suffocating silence of midnight. As Ethan and Isabella parade their twisted little affair right under my nose, and those society vultures murmur their venomous taunts in my ear, what storms of pain and fury rage beneath my plastered-on smile?

But destiny's shifting gears. A cryptic note slips into my hand, a smooth phrase in Arabic unlocks hidden doors, and an impulsive flight to the Middle East changes everything—the world is about to meet the fierce, unbreakable woman I've become.

I was once the perfect housewife everyone envied—successful husband, well-behaved children, a harmonious and beautiful family. Until that day when I witnessed my husband kissing another woman. Years of marital trust collapsed in an instant.

When Jack the plumber walked into my home to fix a leaking sink, I never imagined what would happen. His blue eyes were the only light in my dark marriage. Our hands accidentally touched under the sink, and in that moment, an electric feeling broke through my defenses.

"Does your husband know how beautiful you are?" he whispered near my ear.

That afternoon, when I leaned in to kiss his lips, I was no longer the perfect housewife. On the marble countertop in my kitchen, I betrayed my marriage, yet found myself for the first time.

I never thought revenge could taste so sweet.

That night on my graduation trip, I made the craziest decision of my life—I spent one night with a stranger named Jake. Dark eyes, perfect jawline. He said he'd call me, left his number, and rushed off for an emergency.

I tried to reach him. That number only gave me a cold robotic voice: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."

Three months later, I stared at three positive pregnancy tests and broke down crying.

I had my daughter Ava alone. Three years passed, and I thought I'd moved on from that man. Until my best friend Maya excitedly announced: "My brother is finally coming home! You have to come to his welcome party!"

When I walked into that party and saw the man standing in the doorway, the entire world stopped.

It was him. Jake. The man who vanished four years ago. Maya's brother.

Three years. That's how long it's been since I crawled out of that basement hell near the Mexican border. I thought LA sunshine would feel like freedom, but standing in my apartment doorway, all I felt was cold.

There was Dylan with my best friend Sophia, her hand resting on her very pregnant belly. The betrayal should have been the worst part of coming home.

It wasn't.

Because sitting on my windowsill were white roses, still wet with morning dew. My blood turned to ice. Ghost used to leave those exact flowers before he... before each session. The FBI swore he was dead. They showed me the body.

Then I saw Kai on campus—Dylan's cousin, supposedly. But the way he held his coffee cup, the slight tilt of his head when he looked at me, even how he breathed... it was like watching Ghost's ghost.

Every instinct I'd honed during those three years in captivity started screaming. I'd survived hell once by trusting my gut. And my gut was telling me I'd never actually escaped at all.

Was I paranoid? Or was my nightmare just getting started?

My husband Steven was in late-stage cancer, but he suddenly insisted on divorcing me.

He said it was for my own good, but I absolutely refused.

We loved each other so much - how could I possibly abandon him at a time like this?

Until I was going through some paperwork and accidentally found an $1.8 billion trust fund - but I wasn't the beneficiary.

Why would my soon-to-be ex-husband transfer our family's massive fortune to someone else?

After I discovered the truth, he quickly ended up in the hospital in critical condition. And on the very night his resuscitation failed, I had him cremated.

Who was Connor Mitchell, the man I trusted with my heart and my future?

For years, he whispered sweet nothings, promising a lifetime of love and devotion.

But beneath the surface lurked a sinister truth.

At parties, he slipped drugs into my drink, leaving me vulnerable to his vile intentions.

As I lay unconscious, he violated my trust, plotting to steal my twenty-million-dollar inheritance through marriage and pregnancy.

Even my roommate, once thought a confidante, was part of his twisted scheme.

For two years, I lived in blissful ignorance, blind to the lies that entangled my life.

But Connor made one fatal mistake—he revealed the existence of a child he believed to be his.

The DNA test unveiled a shocking reality: the father was the man who had silently protected me all along.

What did I do when the truth came to light?

I didn’t flee. I didn’t crumble. I didn’t fade into despair.

Instead, I strategized. I plotted. I prepared.

Because revenge is best served with precision—and I was ready to deliver it.

I loved Jayden for three years until his beloved Sherry returned from abroad, and I realized I was just a substitute.

I broke up with him.

Jayden thought I was being unreasonable. He yelled impatiently:

'Gabriella, stop it. There's nothing between me and Sherry."

'I only treat her like a sister."

But at the banquet, he put his arm around her waist, acting intimately, ignoring me.

Until after I died, Jayden would kneel in front of my grave with red eyes, acting like a madman.

After a devastating car accident, Blair White lost her sight and everything she held dear, plunging her world into darkness.

On a snowy winter's night, with her gravely ill mother, she found herself thrown out onto the streets. In that moment of utter desperation, Harrison Ward extended his hand in apparent salvation.

She trusted him completely, marrying him without hesitation. For three years she lived within his web of lies, only to discover he hadn't led her to salvation or even purgatory - but straight into hell itself.

When Blair finally awakened to the truth and filed for divorce, Harrison merely smirked as he signed the papers, declaring with absolute certainty: "You'll come crawling back to me."

In Harrison's mind, Blair was nothing but a weak, blind woman - someone anyone could step on. Without him, she couldn't possibly survive.

He watched coldly as others tormented her, staying silent as she suffered, pushing her further and further toward the edge of despair.

One year later, at a high society gala, he stared at the stunning woman commanding everyone's attention. His eyes welled with tears as he desperately pulled her into his arms, his voice breaking with barely contained emotion: "Blair... you're alive?"

Blair gazed at the haggard, desperate man before her, her eyes filled with nothing but detachment: "Mr. Ward, please control yourself. My husband might get the wrong idea!"

The adaptation maintains the emotional core while adjusting the language and cultural context to feel natural in American English, keeping the themes of betrayal, redemption, and transformation that drive the narrative.