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“Go to your father’s chambers and kill him.”

The command controlled my body, forcing me to swing the saber. I watched in horror as I beheaded the Divine God—my own father. Stripped of my powers and exiled by my brothers, I fell from the sky and crashed into a freezing river.

I thought I would die. Instead, I was pulled out by three identical, breathtakingly handsome men.

“We should leave her,” one sneers.
“I’d like to fuck her though,” another says, his eyes raking over my soaked dress.

They are triplets. They are Alphas. And they have decided to keep me.
I am Lillyan Elyort, the fallen Moon Goddess. Now, I am a prisoner in the Blackmoon pack, surrounded by enemies who want to use me. But they don’t know one thing: I might be mortal now, but I still know how to bite back.

Seven years of marriage turned to ash the moment I discovered my husband had arranged for his sister-in-law to carry his dead brother's child—using his own sperm to continue the family bloodline.
Lorenzo Corvino—New York's most ruthless don—would drive three hours through a storm just to get me imported cherries. He held me at my mother's funeral, crying until dawn. He hospitalized a man for disrespecting me at a charity gala.
I thought I was the center of his world.
Until the private investigator's flash drive revealed the truth: Lorenzo at the clinic for Claudia's prenatal appointments, his hand on her pregnant belly, whispering "Marco would be so proud."
In the end, on the Corvino family's scale of priorities, continuing his dead brother's bloodline would always outweigh his infertile wife.
The night the yacht exploded, the New York sky burned red. The news reported the mafia don's wife had perished in the flames. He collapsed on the dock, clutching the charred wreckage, breaking down completely.
But he didn't know—
That "dead" woman was across the Atlantic on the Amalfi Coast, one hand on her seven-week baby bump, protecting the secret he'd never discover.
Seven months later, when he stepped into my new life and saw the infant with his deep brown eyes cradled in my arms—
This man who'd built an empire on violence and fear finally understood what he'd truly lost.
And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows: some betrayals are so deep, even "I'm sorry" is more than he'll ever deserve.

To save my wife’s family, I buried my name, wore myself down, and let a few strands of my hair turn gray while caring for her on the edge of death.

Three years later, she slipped into custom Chanel and slapped a divorce agreement down in front of me.

With her arm wrapped around a so-called old-money heir from Wall Street, she mocked me as a worthless nobody who couldn’t even afford a luxury handbag, a bottom-feeder who was never fit to stand beside her.

I signed my name without a word and watched her leave in triumph.

What she didn’t know was that the man preaching investments was nothing more than a Ponzi fraudster facing multiple charges.

And when the conference room door closed, Manhattan’s most feared ice-cold attorney bowed to me at a perfect ninety degrees and welcomed me to unlock the seventy-billion-dollar trust fund and take back control of the entire conglomerate.

A few months later, inside a women’s maximum-security prison in Brooklyn, she was dressed in a filthy, tattered prison uniform, sprawled across a floor slick with dirty water, sobbing as she was beaten and begging for my forgiveness.

I simply lifted my whiskey and calmly switched off the surveillance feed.

She loved him with all her three lives, only to be used and hurt repeatedly. When she returned to the wedding day for the fourth time, the phoenix refused to be trapped any longer. Betrayal ended, revenge arrived, and her destined dragon finally came to take her home.

I woke up back on the night Rhys’s Blood Tide Frenzy hit.
This time, I wouldn’t offer my blood to calm him. Instead, I sent an urgent Message Crystal to Seraphina—his precious white moonlight.
In my past life, I saw Rhys’s Blood Tide spiraled out of control, threatening to tear his body apart.
In my past life, when he commanded me to call Seraphina, I had let my pathetic, unrequited love blind me.
I offered my own body as the cure, desperately weaving the Origin Blood Seal with him.
Not long after, I fell pregnant with his half-blood child.
He had no choice but to plan our wedding. On the big day, Seraphina was ambushed by blood hunters.
She sent ninety-nine distress blood signals, yet he was tied up with wedding duties and never saw a single one.
After his beloved nearly died, he laid every ounce of blame on me.
When I went into labor, he locked me away in the Blood Dungeon. He drained every drop of my Origin Blood in a ritual meant to resurrect Seraphina, leaving me and our unborn baby to die in agony.
As my life slipped away, his words echoed in my ears: I’d ruined his one true love, and both me and the child deserved to perish.
When I opened my eyes again, I was right back to that night.

In my previous life, the Vance Corporation stuffed me into an iron barrel and sank me alive to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

The agonizing pain of suffocation still lingered in my bones, yet I suddenly jolted awake in my own bedroom.

The digital clock on the nightstand flashed red: 11:55 PM.

Exactly five minutes remained before the Corporation's elite cleaners would break down the door to silence me.

What is five minutes enough for?

Enough to hide my feverish younger brother in the closet and kill any thought my parents had of calling the police;

Enough to use waste motor oil, broken glass, and a modified industrial nail gun to transform this apartment into a meat grinder tailor-made for assassins.

When the lock clicked softly from a master key and a red laser sight pierced the darkened living room... these battle-hardened professional cleaners thought tonight would be an easy hunt.

But little did they know, the one who had crawled back from the abyssal hell was a grim reaper who had mastered every art of slaughter.

Tonight is just collecting the interest. Before dawn breaks, I will turn the entire Vance Corporation to ashes.

The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream.

I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up."

But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!"

I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss.

What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

Sydney is reborn on National Decision Day after being betrayed and killed by her boyfriend Carter, her childhood friend Julian, and the scheming Harper.
Determined not to be their cash cow and victim again, she uses her family’s power to expose their crimes and fake innocent personas in front of Beverly Hills elites.
Ruined and desperate, the three traitors turn on each other and die on the same rooftop where they murdered her. Sydney finally breaks free and starts a brilliant new life at Harvard.

I divorced the same man nine times.
The first eight times, I was the one sobbing, begging him not to go.
The ninth time, I was the one who slid the papers across the table.
He signed them, then told me we'd remarry once she left.
I said okay.
What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
This time, I was leaving for good.

Ryan loves me deeply—at least that's what everyone says. Seven years together, we look like the perfect couple to outsiders. But only I know he's betrayed me three times.

The first time was three years ago. His brother died saving him, leaving behind his widow Sophia—Ryan's unforgettable first love. He married her behind my back. When I found out, I completely fell apart. I have dignity. I refuse to be the other woman. I wanted to leave, but he begged on his knees. "This is just to take care of my sister-in-law. Once I find the truth about my brother's death, I'll divorce her. Then we can get married."

I believed him. I forgot that a man never lets go of a lost love he's gotten back.

The second time was at last year's company anniversary. In front of everyone, he introduced Sophia as his wife. I watched them on stage, a knife through my heart. That night he explained, "It's just for show. Once everything's over, we can be together."

I believed him again.

The third time was two weeks ago. Surveillance footage showed Ryan with Sophia entering a hotel room. I rushed to confront him, but heard her voice outside his office. "Ryan, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

Through the crack in the door, I see him hesitate. In that instant I understand.

He's going to keep her.

He spots me and rushes out in a panic. "It was an accident! Let me explain! After she has the baby, I'll give her money and make her leave. She won't be in our lives anymore!"

In that moment, I finally wake up. There will be no future for us.

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.

Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.

Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.

Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."

The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.

He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."

"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."

Even my son took her side.

"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"

But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.

When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."

I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.

"I'm dying."

I stepped out of my OB-GYN appointment, only to be crushed by a speeding truck while my husband watched from the opposite curb, not even blinking.
I choked on my own blood before waking up on the exact same street corner.
I thought I had been reborn, but then I saw a glowing red number "4" burned into the skin of my forearm.
What the hell was happening?

At eighteen, I gave my virginity to Hunter in his bed.

I swallowed all the pain and hesitation, naively believing that three years of a pathetic crush had finally earned my way into his heart.

Until the next morning, when I heard his teammates' unabashed mockery:

"Damn, you finally bagged the nerd? How was it?"

Hunter scoffed, his tone dripping with utter contempt.

"Just messing around. If I'm bringing a real girlfriend out, it's gotta be someone on Serena's level—head cheerleader."

I wordlessly opened my college application portal, deleted the garbage local state school I had picked just to stay with him, and changed it back to Yale.

He confidently thought I would follow him blindly, until he video-called me on opening day and completely lost his mind seeing who was beside me: his own stepbrother.

An hour ago, at the company’s press conference, I had just helped my husband Carlisle quell the ninety-ninth scandal of his affair.
Now, he has my assistant Russell pinned against my office desk, kissing him, his hand slipping under Russell’s miniskirt and groping wildly.
In that moment, I’ve already planned the publicity spin for the hundredth time.
But I’m not sure if my dear husband Carlisle and his lover will make it that far.
Because the revenge banquet I’ve been preparing for three years is about to begin.

As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.

Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.

Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.

"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."

Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."

Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.

But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?

My parents and twin sister faked their own deaths so she could steal my college acceptance.

I believed it. Sobbed until I couldn't breathe when the cops showed me photos of the burnt yacht. Thought my words—"I hope you all die"—had somehow made it happen.

Two weeks later, I found my sister's backup Instagram: "Finally ditched the boring sister! Bahamas is paradise 🏖"

Something inside me snapped.

Wanna play dead? Stay dead.

I took their death certificates. Canceled their social security numbers. Drained every joint account—every last cent. Sold the house to John, the kind of guy even cops don't mess with.

One month later, they came home tanned and loaded with designer bags, expecting to find me broken on the streets.

What greeted them instead were cold gun barrels pointed at their heads.

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

Kayla Faye has spent years waiting for the right moment to tell her childhood best friend how she truly feels. She waited through tenth grade when he started avoiding her. She waited through eleventh grade when he left for college without saying goodbye. She even waited until the day before her graduation, convincing herself she was finally ready.

What she wasn't ready for was finding out Zayn Ponteris had been dead the entire time.

The grief shatters something inside her. And before anyone can stop it, Kayla does something no sorceress should be able to do—she travels back in time.

Suddenly she's fifteen again, standing at their end of year formal, with Zayn alive and right in front of her, completely unaware that in another timeline she watched his parents mourn him.

This time, Kayla is determined to save him. Except nothing goes according to plan.

Zayn has a girlfriend. And the closer Kayla gets to changing his fate, the more she realizes her powers are bigger and more dangerous than she ever imagined.

The supernatural world is closing in. The clock is running out. And the one person standing between Kayla and everything hunting her is the same boy she keeps bending time to protect.

Kayla has no idea what's in store for her.

Because when you bend time, fate bends back.

All she yearns for was her father's dick buried deep inside her wet vagina, she would always get mad each time she caught a glimpse of any lady chatting with her dad. This feeling had to stop; she was lusting after her dad. There are many guys out there, trying their logical best to seize her attention for she was a beauty to behold, but all she wanted was her dad, her dad only. She always wished for her mom to always be on business trips, so she would have all the time with her hottie Dad.

It started as a mere attraction, a mere attraction from a daughter to her dad, but what started as a mere attraction became lust, pure lust.

Daniella is the only child of her parents, her mom was always on business trips, so she hardly took care of her only child. This made her grow fond of her young and super hot Dad. While growing up, both father and daughter fell in love with each other, but each of them tried to conceal their feelings for one another.

But such feelings of lust couldn't be hidden for long, such feelings of cravings couldn't be held back.

Would Daniella and her dad get to stop the taboo they were about to engage in?

Would the lust between them turn to love?

Read! To get all the answers.

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

“Do you have a condom?”

“No, I don’t, but I don’t have to fuck you to make you come.”

My back to his chest with one arm around my waist massaging my breast and the other arm rising to my neck.

"Try not to make any noise.", he slid his hand under the elastic of my leggings.

Leah is a 25-year-old that was adopted. After the divorce, she was entangled with three different men.

This contemporary, real-world erotic romance novel follows Leah, a recently divorced young woman. She is at a crossroads with her past and unforeseen future. With a push from her best friend, she sets out on an empowering journey of self-discovery through the exploration of her sexual desires. As she navigates this uncharted territory, she encounters three captivating love interests, each offering a unique perspective on passion and intimacy. Amidst the multi-perspective drama of emotional highs and lows, Leah’s naïve tendencies lead her into multiple unexpected twists and turns that life throws in her direction. With every encounter, she uncovers the complexities of intimacy, passion, and self-love, ultimately transforming her outlook on life and redefining her understanding of happiness. This suspenseful and erotic tale invites readers to reflect on their desires and the importance of self-acceptance in a world that often imposes limiting beliefs.

His iron grip was fastened around my waist and he pinned me on to the wall.
"Let go of me!" I gritted.
"If I want to right now" he leaned in close, his lips grazing my earlobe.
"I can forcefully have my way with you and watch you scream your beautiful melodious tone underneath me" he whispered gravelly.

I gasped and tried getting his hands of my waist.
"You are my wife after all aren't you?" He teased, his teeth gently nibbling on my skin.
I felt a strange heat brewing up inside me and I fought to control it.
"Dante let go of me!" I seethed.
Slowly, his head ascended from my neck and faced me.
He ran a finger along my lips and a devilish smile curled up on his face.


Love. Crime. Passion. Strong female lead

Alina Fedorov, the vibrant and daring daughter to the Don of the Russian mafia is forcefully put into marriage against her wishes by her father. And her groom is no other than the feared Dante Morelli, the ruthless capo dei capi of the most powerful and dangerous italian-american mafia.

He has his base running all through Europe and America with myriads of capos and underbossess at his beck and call. Running his underworld without a heart, he is quick to do away with any one who goes against his orders and his years of training has him equipped for a dangerous life of crime.

But none of that will matter when he meets the impulsive and independent Alina Federov.

Can love ever blossom between the two especially as Dante craves revenge on Alina for the sins of her father? Or will Alina be able to break down his walls of coldness and have him on his knees for her?

"Shhh! Do not make a sound.. or I won't refrain myself to tie you up!" His grip on my wrist tightens.

I need to get my book from him, in which I wrote all of my erotic fantasies.
Fantasies that he is slowly turning real in his evil ways.
It's like I gave the devil an instruction manual on how to seduce and toy with me.
And he is exactly doing what a devil does.

When Ryan Damison, a pure breed asshole gets his hands on a personal book filled with erotic fantasies, how things cannot go kinky?
How can he let go of this golden opportunity to toy with his Nemesis's sister, whose book is now under his claws and soon she will be too..
What evil tricks will pop out from his magic bag when he decides to have her as his trophy at any cost?
Grab your wig, because the shit is about to go down!

When we are young we are taught that mates are supposed to take care of you, love you, support you, be there for you when you need them and so much more. I thought when I found my mate I thought that he would want me as his. But everything I learned about mates was thrown out the window when I met mine.

"Your not fit to my future Luna," he snarled at me. I flinch back against the wall trying not to let the tears fall.

"I Terry Moore reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he says each word piercing my heart.

The entire crowd gasp in amazement at the two wolves who were completely in contrast to one another.
The slightly smaller wolf was beautiful snow white with a solid black dot over its right eye.
The larger wolf was black with a solid white patch on its right eye.
It is said that the marks belong to the Alpha King and Alpha Queen
Some of the elders knelt down and the crowd quickly follow.


Alcina’s pack was slaughtered by the Blue Moon Pack. She became a slave and was maltreated for years. And she always kept her right eye covered because of the perfectly circular birthmark that graced her eye. People in the blue moon pack told her it was a witch's mark and that it was ugly so she kept it hidden.

Xavier Blackstone is the alpha of the red dawn pack. He's twenty-four and has six months to find his mate before the pack elders assign him one. The goddess had given him a mate, he could feel it. However when he focused on that feeling all he could feel was pain. Where was she? What was happening to his mate? He wanted to find her and shield her from any more hurt. What will he do when he finds her a beaten, broken slave?

I was a married woman. Mated to a wolf who would one day rule over all of us.
Fucking a stranger even in my wedding night was so wrong. It would ruin my family's good name once and for all. It could even risk our lives.
But...
“Oh.” A breathy moan escaped my lips as he parted me with the tip of his thick cock. “Plea-“
He speared me with one long brutal thrust. Moving my body in time with his as he fucked me in the dark. I bit back a scream as intense pleasure snapped inside of me. More intense than anything I had ever felt.
He fell over me, capturing my lips and kissing me. He's deep voice groaning.
“I will find you.”


Cassie was arranged to marry the heir to the Lycan king by her father, to save her broken family. She had no choice since he controlled the money and her mother needed medical care for an astronomical figure. Her husband, the Prince, even didn't show up at their wedding.
Cassie left the church and returned hospital to fulfill her shift. However, she bumped into a stranger, bleeding, seems to escaping from someone. She was aroused by his primal kiss and wild sex. But after all, this was mere a one night stand, a rebellious act to her arranged marriage, and a bit of fuck you to her father.
When she finally met her husband, a somehow similarity ignited her. Why is that? And who is that stranger eventually?

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised...
This book contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, and dark romantic elements. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only. Please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to any of these topics.]

"You’re fucking dripping," he muttered, moving in and out of her. "All wet for me."

He moved faster, rubbing her clit and she threw her head back. He took his fingers out and she groaned.
He ripped her dress and took her already hard pink nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. She moaned even more, pushing her chest to his mouth. His hand played with the other exposed nipple and he twisted it, earning another loud moan from her.

She wanted to feel him. It's been too fucking long. "Fuck me..." she said, her voice almost inaudible.

Rico chuckled, so sinister yet so hot. "Such a needy little whore for me, aren't you?" He inserted two fingers inside her again, deep inside her, curling just right.
"Say it. Say you're my whore."

Calla didn't care if that made her feel worthless. She was a whore. His whore.
"I... I am your whore," she moaned out, trying to bite it back.
Rico smirked darkly.

He inserted another finger and she bit into his shoulder to muffle her moan. He gripped her throat with the other hand, just enough to remind her who held control.
"You like being used like this, don't you?" He growled against her ear.

The saying that revenge is a dish best served cold had never been truer in Richard Gilbert's case.  Orphaned at the age of ten, he had to work very hard for everything to be able to get back what was stolen from his family and to do that- he got close to the daughter of his father's enemy; Meira Daniels.

Meira lost her family in a home invasion and she was alone until she met Richard whom she fell in love with at first sight and married him a few months after she met him not really knowing who he was.

She realized too late that her life wasn't so perfect when she and her kids were left homeless and penniless by her husband who also suddenly disappeared so she turned to her husband's former boss for help and got a proposal from him that she couldn't say no to for her children's sake.

His teeth sank into my throat, marking me with brutal possession. "Mine," Thorne Ashford growled, tongue lapping blood from the bite. My wolf whimpered, craving this Alpha who'd just claimed me in front of everyone who called me worthless. "Three months," he rasped. "Then you're free." But nothing about this bond felt temporary.

I caught my boyfriend fucking my cousin, recorded his confession about stealing my trust fund, and broke his nose. Then my uncle sold me to a "disabled, sadistic Alpha." Except Thorne Ashford isn't disabled—he's the North's most feared Alpha, and he heard everything. His offer: fake marriage, three months, walk away clean. But when he fought his father to defend me, when I shifted to protect him with silver claws out and wolf snarling mine—we stopped pretending.

Now enemies circle with poison and coups. My dead mother returns with erased memories. And when three months end, Thorne asks me to stay for real. Can I claim this brutal Alpha and my stolen birthright? Or will the truth destroy us?

This mate bond has teeth. And I'm done fighting it.

"So why are you still standing staring at us? You should get moving. He was mine first and we had been dating for six months but you had your head buried in your books to notice." Then Olivia approached her still hugging the sheets around her curvy frame.
"You are nothing but a twerp, a poverty-stricken fool ." She said, jabbing her fingers in Bernice's chest ." You are so worthless and...."
Without waiting for another heartbreaking word, Bernice turned around and ran out of the room running down the stairs with tears flooding down her cheeks.
She had to do it now, she could be betrayed and hurt but she wouldn't be overcome by life troubles.
She scrolled down her phone and went through call logs to the unknown number that called her two weeks ago.
It was now or never.
On the second ring, a voice came on the other end.
"Am I speaking to the P.A."
A slight pause.
"Tell Mr Fernandez that I have accepted his proposal."

On the night that I think my life is over, everything takes a very strange turn.
I don’t know at what point it starts to unravel. Maybe the clocks started ticking when I slept with my mate’s father, the ruthless Alpha Kael, feared in all territories. Or maybe it got worse when I stole from him, the glowing half of a medallion that seemed to call my name.
And now, Kael is hunting me. Not because of his baby. Not even because I defiled him. But because our night together awakened a prophecy that could shatter the entire cosmos.

When barista Mia Caruso learns her dead father owed $4M to billionaire Bratva Pakhan Alessandro De Luca, she has 30 days to pay in cash or marriage. But Alex is a hybrid werewolf who’s been hunting her for years, because her scent marks her as his impossible fated mate. To survive his enemies, she’ll have to choose: his ring, his bite, or her grave.

18+ mature content

"What are you doing?" I shouted as the huge man ripped off my engagement ring from my finger.

"No!" I screamed as he threw away the diamond ring.

"You are mine! Do you understand? Only mine!" His gorgeous green eyes bore into mine.

"Never! I reject....." I never completed the sentence, his mouth was on mine, capturing my lips into a punishing kiss.

Alice has her life all sorted, she has a good job, a wonderful fiance. Apart from a little secret, she was a werewolf, her life was in her control. After losing her parents in a rough attack she had been sent away to live with her aunt, a keeper.
Alice was what one would call an urban werewolf who had no intention of finding her mate.
But things didn't turn out as expected when the most handsome, powerful and dangerous Alpha of US claimed her as his mate. With her wolf in the heat but her mind warning her against the union. How will she resist being his Luna?

Nicholas Derick Alcantara is filthy rich, incredibly good-looking , arrogant and every woman's fantasy. Stacey Ledesma is sultry, extremely alluring and every man's desire. The real Stacey is very simple, a bit shy and never had a boyfriend. But because of her job, she has to act and look sexy. Because of his wrong impression of her, Nick planned to teach her a lesson . He hates her kind. She has a reputation of being a flirt. A virgin will be ravished by a sexy as hell Casanova who thinks the worst of her. She will fall hard for him and he will be completely obsessed with her.

Wren Hayes is used to being invisible unless someone wants to make her a target. Broke, bullied, and determined to keep her family from losing their home, she takes the only job that pays enough: live-in babysitter for the Ramsey family. The problem? The Ramseys' older brother is Cole Ramsey
Maplewood High's star quarterback, the most popular boy in school, and the one person whose silence has allowed her humiliation for years.
They hate each other. They have to share a kitchen.
As enemies become reluctant allies and late nights turn into something neither of them planned, Wren begins to discover that the boy who never defended her is hiding more pain than she ever imagined and that the armor she's worn her whole life might be keeping out exactly the person she needs most.

QUILL QUINTON

She was an poor girl leaving in an abandon failure building in New York. An Orphan who worked all her efforts in earning and studying. She was hard working, silent and sweet girl. Living her best in her worst.


EMERSON HARVEY

He was an cruel , arrogant and possesive mafia boss. He was praised for his cruelness and defined as an destroyer.
He was deliciously handsome as one snap of fingers can lay lines of women for him.


MILEVA BELLONA

A fragile flower raised in mud. To get blend she have to be the one. Innocent and beautiful , broken and sold. Mileva's fate have broken her and than destroyed her getting entangled with Emerson Harvey the one she was bethroned to smashed her dream and her life.

PLOT LINE

Emerson Harvey leaving in Los Angeles came a way to destroy the rival. But caught the sight of unknowingly his forever weakness. And falls the way for someone he never thought he would.

He’s a ruthless college trustee who owns every part of her—including the secrets she’ll never tell.
She’s the innocent student trapped in his web, forced to obey his every demand…
even when her heart begs her to run.
His touch burns.
His gaze owns.
His obsession will break her… or save her.
She thinks it’s all a lie.
She thinks he’s just a monster.
But she has no idea how far he’ll go to make her his.
Dark, possessive, and impossible to put down.

Oliver Haywood never wanted love—only control. But his grandfather’s will leaves him no choice: marry or lose everything. His solution? A cold contract. No emotions. No weakness. No escape.

Nuella Allen is nothing like the polished socialites he rejected. She’s quiet, determined—and the one woman bold enough to stand against him. What begins as a deal soon ignites into a war of wills, where every look burns, every word cuts, and every touch tempts.

But when Nuella dares to defy him—both in private and in public—Oliver learns that the vows binding them aren’t just legal… they’re explosive.

In a marriage built on power, passion, and ruthless control, only one question remains:
Who will break first—the billionaire who swore never to love, or the woman who refuses to bow?

Asher couldn't believe his ears. It can't be; it's absolutely not possible. There has been absolutely nothing suspicious about his meeting Kiya; it had been purely coincidental.

He had walked into the coffee shop that random evening, and she had been the only one there to serve him. There was no way that was planned; it was not possible because how on earth would the NBI have known that he'd be going to the coffee shop? How would they have known he'd be interested in her even?

"Liar," he barked at Harry, who had a smug expression on his face. "And listen to me, Agent Harry or whatever your name is: the next time you call my girlfriend a slut, I will make you regret it. I'm done with this call."

Just as he was about to get up and end the video call, Harry's voice called out to him, "I'm sorry, okay?" He said, "I'm sorry I called her a slut, but I'm not lying. Her real name is Agent Akiyarah Thomas; she is just using the alias Kiya Cole. Everything was planned and orchestrated. Surely some things were coincidental, but it was mainly orchestrated."

Deception or love? Asher is torn.
When undercover agent Kiya infiltrates the world of billionaire Asher Smith, she is tasked with exposing the truth behind his mysteriously vanishing girlfriends

Mira is a wolf doctor who is about to get married. But she finds out her Beta fiancé has betrayed her for power by secretly being involved with Tessa, the strong Alpha’s daughter. Tessa uses her power to make Mira lose her job and plans to send her to a dangerous medical team on the frontier. Mira unexpectedly saves Dominic, a wounded Alpha. Dominic is the strongest Alpha of the younger generation and Tessa’s feared stepbrother. Dominic needs a Luna to inherit the Alpha position, and now he seems to have found the right person.

MATURE CONTENT! 🔞

"Call me sick for getting off to my woman being fucked by another man, but you like it." Jaxon started in my direction, slowly stalking toward me. I involuntarily take a few steps back as he begins to speak.

"The thrill, the anticipation. You love the sheer pleasure we both give to you whenever your pussy is being penetrated by either of us."

"Do you dream about us, princess? Having both of us fucking and filling your tight holes with our cum,"

"I do." There was no point in lying anymore; he's already discovered my deepest, darkest fantasies just by staring at the expressions on my face.

"Your pussy is probably dripping wet at the mention of it." Jaxon had me trapped between him and the wall, his fingers tauntingly inching their way up my inner thigh. We both stiffened when he reached the sore-sensitive bundle of nerves- my slickness coating his fingers. He growled, roughly turning me around and pressing me into the wall.

"So wet, just as I fucking thought you would be." Excitement and lust had me tongue-tied with nipples so hard I could feel each bud pressing through my dress.

"I hope he had his fun with you, cause now it's my turn." Jaxon found the zipper on my dress and pulled it down. I dropped my hands, allowing him to easily remove the sleeves from my shoulders.

"I'm guessing you're sore." I nodded slightly.

"You'll give me your ass then." My eyes widened as Jaxon took a step closer, shifting his body weight onto me, and within seconds, I felt his erection pulsing against my bare ass.

She left with his children. Now she's back to make him pay.
"Sign them," he said coldly, dropping the divorce papers in front of her.Her heart shattered, but she didn't beg. Not this time.
That was five years ago. Now, Alexandra is back—not as the heartbroken wife, but as the CEO of the fast rising clothing and apparels company, Velvet Vixen. She's beautiful, untouchable… and she's not alone.
"Mommy, we saw a man who Jace looks like.
Two tiny faces. One unforgettable past.
When Liam discovers he's the father of her twins, everything changes. Liam wanted to be the father of his kids and change back to the old times.
Would he be able to accomplish his mission of making Alexandra fall in love with him again? Would Alexandra give in to this man who had once broken her heart and all the promises he made to her before? Would Jace and Jade accept their unknown father back?

On our third wedding anniversary, I prepared a romantic dinner but he came home smelling like another woman's perfume. I caught him cheating - she was even pregnant with his child.

Heartbroken, I got drunk and ended up at a hotel with his older brother. In my drunken state, I kissed him first. What I thought would be revenge turned into something more when he responded with barely controlled desire. We were on the sofa, his shirt half-unbuttoned, when I lost control and moaned his name...

I‘ve been living in cracks, and now it's time to break free…
I was an unshifted nobody while he’s a bellicose leader of the other pack.
Our lives should be a world apart.
But to everyone’s shock, I was revealed to be his fated mate.

His rejection was so close to the bone that I fell into pieces.
Worse still, my adopted sister plotted to annex his territory and then get rid of me.
The world had ditched me until he came to my aid…
We tended wounds and soothed souls for each other. It seemed he can’t say no to me anymore…
But everything we knew began to crumble: dragon shifters lurked in the dark, and some intrigue was on the making…
Could we survive in this jungle world?

I wanna know what’s in our way...
Reclaiming His Mate is a rejected mate werewolf shifter romance. It can be read as a standalone but believe me, you'll want to devour it with the rest of the books!

Sera is not the Alpha’s daughter.

She’s a lesbian who was caught, her lover executed, and her life spared for one purpose only —to be sold to the most feared Alpha King in the land as a replacement.
So she does the only thing she can. She pretends.
Now she is living inside another woman’s identity, bound to a man she is lying to every single day, carrying a secret that could get her killed.
King Damon is cold, powerful, and not as blind as she hopes.
How long before he sees through her?

"Run if chasing you is still part of the game." - Hudson

Doc. Hudson Herrence Hayes is not your typical dream man. If you love someone like him, you must be willing to risk everything. Everyone appears to be vying for the young man's attention. But there was a problem: Hudson was born heartless... Cold and lethal. He is widely regarded as a human robot. Numb. But things took a turn for the worse when Abhaya despised and despised him...

Clara is just a low-ranking royal Omega, but all the Omegas bully her simply because she is mute. When a handsome stranger, severely injured, falls in front of her, her kindness prevents her from ignoring him. She saves him and helps him reclaim his identity.
However, Clara’s mate, because of her flaw, falsely accuses her and only wants her dead. Just as she faces the brink of death and is about to be executed, the stranger saves her. He turns out to be the rumored prince who went missing on the battlefield, and her best friend, Nora, is the prince’s mate.
She finally escapes the bullying, but Nora seems to have changed, and it seems like she has a subtle bond with Gideon.

His beautiful angel was naked writhing in bed , in tears, shaking and begging. There was a pillow between her thighs and she was rubbing herself desperately trying to find a release. “fuck” he cursed under his breath……..
Life of Ana was running smoothly with her adopted Uncle and Aunt when god decides to turn her life into more chaotic one. Sometimes it takes one dark night and one look of care, just to gain the interest of the devil unknowingly and unintentionally to sign her fate with tears and helplessness.
I saved his life but he took mine. A love story bloomed with a hue of purity and tainted with blood and greed. * darkromance *Explicit content *