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After catching her boyfriend cheating with her best friend, Jasmine lets heartbreak and rage drive her into the bed of a stranger.

One reckless night. No names, no history, no morning after.

She thinks she will never see him again.

Until she walks into her lecture hall and finds him standing at the front of it.

Cold, possessive, and impossible to resist, Professor Davin offers Jasmine a secret arrangement that could destroy both their futures.

What begins as blackmail soon turns into obsession, stolen touches, and a desire so intense it may consume both of them.

But in a campus filled with rumors, betrayal, and jealousy, falling for her professor may cost Jasmine more than her reputation. Because Davin doesn’t just want her body, he wants all of her.

The woman destroying my marriage suddenly moved into my home.

Anabel gave Miles Wilson everything until she discovered he was having an affair with his brother’s wife.
Before she can recover from the betrayal, tragedy strikes the Wilson family, and the woman responsible suddenly moves into her home carrying secrets capable of destroying the entire family.
Humiliated and abandoned, Anabel walks away with nothing but her pride until she meets Dmitri, a powerful man with dangerous secrets of his own.
But as buried truths begin unraveling, Miles realizes too late that he never stopped loving his wife.
The question is… will Anabel still want him back?

Warning: This novel have matured contents.

Emma , a mute maid who have been serving Louise and his family along with her mother from her tender age, got raped when she was 17 and treated so badly by Louise. She was forced to leave amidst a three months pregnant she had for Louise after Louise got engaged to another girl. A girl choose by the father. Six months later, Emma gave birth to two boys.

Moreover everything later turns upside down for Louise with his arranged

When innocence crosses paths with unrestrained power, it starts a fire that can’t be contained.

Seraphina's world is simple, predictable—until one afternoon introduces her to a man who is anything but ordinary.

Vnox, a mysterious figure almost twice her age, and too close to home, is the personification of wealth, power, charm, intellect and a walking red flag.

As much as she tries to resist, he pulls her into a dangerous steam of desire.

He becomes obsessed with her and Seraphina realizes that being his could cost her everything.

Resisting is proving impossible and Vnox will kill anyone that wants her.

Every innocence she has may be sacrificed but will she take it?

Or will she rather die than accept his love?

Can he protect her from where he comes from?

Note: SULTRY INFERNO is an 18+ forbidden dark romance story with bloodbaths, torture, erotic scenes and kinky plays.

For mature readers only.

"What do you want? Ask me." I whisper against her cheek, kissing the warm skin there. I feel my cock pushing through my pants with wild desire, my body begging, pleading, but I take a deep breath, controlling myself.

"I want you to take me somewhere..."

"What else?" I feel her soft hands slide down my arms to my wrists, she moans softly and I restrain myself at the surreptitious way she's giving herself away.

"I don't want you to stop touching me like this, I want you to feel it and praise me for being so wet right now."

At the age of 22, Dakota's life had already gone through so many ups and downs that she took a drastic step that cost her family and her dreams. Now in New York, sharing an apartment with her best friend, she finds the remnants of her anguish still alive. Thoughts of uncertainty and the feeling that she is missing out on her best period torment her every night.

On one of these nights, fate gives her a hot experience with a mysterious, much older man who will not leave Dakota's thoughts for a long time... The future is a mystery, but her new job in a multinational company will manage to shake up her life with new responsibilities and a new pair of blue eyes. Dakota thinks it would be a good idea to dive into them, after all, the man behind the black hair and tall stature is popular, a good and communicative company. Still, the man doesn't seem to be enough, he lacks his father's gray eyes, mystery, seriousness and maturity. Doubt is immoral, her feelings are too dangerous. Perhaps Dakota's biggest mistake is to hold on to something her heart and body are pushing her so hard to do. Maybe she is different because she is truly sure of what she wants, contrary to what she believes. Could they keep her most secret desires at bay?

At twenty, I stepped onto a path I had never imagined.
A world of magic, the Imperial Academy, fire breathing dragons, and werewolves howling beneath the moon had nothing to do with the ordinary human life I had lived for the past twenty years. But the day I received an acceptance letter from that other world, everything changed. My fate had already been decided. It was waiting for me there, and I had no choice but to face it.
From that moment on, even I became a mystery to myself. I didn't know the secrets hidden within me, but everything pointed me toward the same truth. I had to discover who I really was, what unknown power I possessed, and the secrets buried within my family.
Fortunately, I wasn't alone.
I met the half blood who had been shunned by everyone else. Endless mystery lingered in his golden eyes, yet his gaze was always fixed on me.
My secrets fascinated him just as deeply.
As time passed, our destinies became hopelessly intertwined. Only then did I realize that everything had been written long before we ever met.

Everyone says he loved me more than anything. So I chose to answer that love with death.

Forbes cover stories, tearful speeches at charity galas, shutting down Fifth Avenue every Valentine's Day just to watch fireworks with me. They said he ruled a business empire but would kneel in front of the entire world and call me his reason to live.

I used to believe it.

Until I discovered my perfect husband had built another home with another woman. A warm one, filled with laughter and his child.

So I chose to disappear the night the storm swallowed everything.

They say he spent three days on his knees at the cliff's edge, screaming my name into the black ocean. The man worth billions couldn't even find his wife's body.

When the rescue team recovered that burned-out car, he finally opened the safe I'd left for him. Inside was a positive pregnancy test and a divorce agreement that would never be signed.

By then, nothing mattered anymore.

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

On our seventh anniversary, Jeffrey brought his mistress home for dinner.

Calla wore my dead mother's necklace and called me a "boring housewife" while I cooked for them. Jeffrey laughed, saying I was lucky he kept me around since I'd never contributed anything to our marriage.

What he didn't know? I'd given up my six-figure tech career to nurse him back from his car accident. Sacrificed everything while he treated me like his personal servant.

For seven years, I endured his cheating and cruelty, thinking love meant sacrifice.

I was wrong.

When I left him the divorce papers, Jeffrey screamed that I'd come crawling back within a week.

But when I never came back, he was the one who lost his mind.

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

The night I collapsed at my desk from acute appendicitis, my husband’s phone rang thirty-seven times. He didn't answer a single one.
When he finally strolled into my hospital room the next day, his excuse was that he had been entertaining clients all night and his phone was on silent.
"A multi-million dollar contract versus a minor surgery—which do you think is more important?" Nathan asked, adjusting his cuffs. "As the CEO's wife, I’d expect you to have some sense of the bigger picture."
I didn't say a word. I just nodded.
Not because I agreed with him, but because the first thing I saw when I woke up from anesthesia was his secretary's latest social media post: a sky ablaze with green aurora, and Nathan with his arm around her shoulders, his back to the camera.
Thinking I had finally learned my place, my husband looked thoroughly satisfied. He casually mentioned that once things settled down, he would officially hand over my position as Project Director to her, "so you can relax a bit."
But he didn't know.
He didn't need to wait for things to settle down.
I didn't want the position anymore. I didn't want his company. And him? I didn't want him, either.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

I died in an abandoned cabin in the pack's old lumberyard.
Wolfsbane burned through my veins. Pure silver chains bit into my wrists, charring the flesh down to the bone.
The news alarmed my husband, Alistair, the Alpha of the Riven Pack. Standing over my corpse, he couldn't fathom who would torture a woman so ruthlessly on his territory. Enraged, he swore to slaughter the killer himself.
He didn't know it was me.
I had been missing for seven days. Even with everyone telling him I was gone and something wasn't right, he insisted I was just throwing a fit.
That was until his mistress, Sylvie, ran to him in tears, clutching her cheek. She claimed I had publicly slapped her and thrown my late mother's necklace in her face.
Furious, he pulled out his phone to call me, demanding I crawl back and apologize immediately.
Instead, his Beta's trembling voice came through the speaker: "Alpha, we found this phone... in the abandoned cabin at the old lumberyard."

Lucy was raised in foster care as her father Johnny Capone had to hide her due to a blood debt. If he didn't change her name and surname the Marchetti Mafia family would find her and kill her. To repay a blood debt for killing the Marchetti's youngest son. Although Johnny Lucy's father didn't physically pull the trigger it was still one of his men that did which made it his problem and his debt.

Over the past 20 years the Marchetti Mafia family was actively searching for her with no luck of finding her. The other Mafia families knows about this blood debt but felt so many years has past it's no use to go after the child now. What's the use she's a girl it's not like a girl will take over the Capone name she will marry and her surname will change.

But the new generation Mafia heirs wanted to find her. They felt a Capone will bring the Mafia families more wealth and take them to new heights. Just the name spoke fear into people and spoke of leadership. However for them to accomplish this they need to find her, protect her and most of all remind her who she really am. After 20 years they weren't so sure they will be able to remind her who she is. After a long search they believe they have found her.

Will the men be successful? Will all of them fall for her and how would that look for them? Will they be able to share this deep obsession they have with her.

But now the biggest question of all will she take her rightful place as the Mafia Queen or will she run away? Far away from the world her father hid her from.

"What do you call it when I do this?" Nixxon asked and pressed his lips against Vernon's.

Vernon froze, the tantalizing feeling of Nixxon's unexpected kiss rendering him speechless.

"A kiss..." He whispered, breathless.

"It feels good to kiss you, Vernon," Nixxon whispered and... kissed him again.


Nixxon escaped his underwater kingdom, desperate to sever all ties to the ocean. But the human world wasn’t the freedom he imagined...it was another kind of cage. Captured by Vernon, a ruthless Mafia boss who mistook him for a spy or a weapon, Nixxon quickly realized that his survival depended on playing along and on how fast he could learn.

At first, Vernon saw Nixxon as nothing more than a threat...a strange man with no past, no records, and an unnatural way of moving. But the more he interrogates him, the more frustratingly irresistible Nixxon becomes. He’s both naïve and sharp, defiant yet oddly fascinated by human life. And worst of all, he looks at Vernon like he’s something worth knowing.

Forced to keep Nixxon close, Vernon becomes his reluctant guide to the human world...a human encyclopedia; answering innocent yet dangerous questions. What is hunger? Why do humans lie? What does it mean to love?

But when Vernon finally uncovers the truth about Nixxon...who he is, what he is...he faces a choice: free the man he once saw as an enemy… or chain him tighter before he’s stolen away.

Because something tells him Nixxon wasn’t just running from the ocean. Something worse is coming for him.

And Vernon doesn’t know if he wants to save Nixxon… or keep him forever.

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn’t anything that I wasn’t used to, because…the things I let him do to me?

When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He’d pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless.

Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting.


“I warned you, doll.” His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he’s still not letting go.

This is where the good girl in me dies.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers.


My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree.

His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn’t know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to.

As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn’t think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother.

I was vulnerable—naive.

My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia’s Mercy.

" Fuck, Angelina. I want to fucking inscribe my name on your body." He growled, his voice deep and hoarse." That sounds fun, I want to bear your name on my body." She whispered back, her innocent gaze staring back at him.
Brave and innocent Angelina didn't know that loving a devil comes with a steadfast price. A dark heart that has no room for love, but she managed to slip in, captured his cold attention, and bear his eternal claim.

TERZO

When I took someone’s life, I knew there was no going back. To seek redemption and save my sister from marrying an evil like Francesco Giordani, I have to find his runaway daughter.

The job should be easy— bring Dani Souls home by any means necessary. But when life takes an unexpected turn, it’s not always in the right direction. I find myself drawn to her.

Seeing her terrified of me, I take it to my advantage. I didn’t give her many options: marry me or marry another monster. My only issue is that she doesn’t know I killed her brother.


DANI

When a tall, dark, and mysterious man steps into my life, I know he’s a made man— extremely dangerous. In a moment of weakness, I shot him. 

For someone like Terzo Siciliano, a ruthless, unforgiving, and incapable of emotions, whose surname is feared by many, I should be dead by now. Instead, he plays his cards right and lures me into a trap— a marriage for my protection, or he owns my life.

While our families are on the verge of a raging war, I feel helpless to resist his devilish charm. But I don’t know which feels much worse, me treading on dangerous waters or uncovering his deceit?

"You're going to work for me," Barry said flatly. "I own a club, and you'll dance there. Not just as a stripper—you'll be the show people pay to see."
"And when you're not on stage," he continued, his tone like steel, "you'll stay with me. As my woman. You'll live under my roof, go where I say, and do what I tell you. That's the deal."
Lucy had always lived life on her own terms until the night everything changed. One moment, she was free; the next, she was bound to Barry Cooper, a cold, dangerous man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist.
But even danger has its temptations.
He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands slid from her back to her waist, then lower to her thigh. Her breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered, trembling.
"Then tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice low and daring, fingers tracing slow circles against her skin.
Trapped in a world of power struggles, deceit, and forbidden desires, Lucy soon realizes she's caught in a deadly game—one where trust is a luxury, and survival is never guaranteed.
Will she escape the ruthless mobster who owns her… or will she become his greatest obsession?

'Get ready we are going to get married' He said before leaving.

' I don..n't wa..ant to mar..rry you' She sobbed . She couldn't form words properly.

' I didn't ask you. I am telling you ' He said making her to cry loudly.

' And think about your whole family, your joint family before denying ne ' He said in his cold tone

and left.


His icy look is enough to give someone chills.

He does not think twice before killing someone. But he never killed any innocent.

She can't even see someone crying.

He is a devil and she is a pure angel.

He has no one except two persons and she has a huge joint family.

They are from two different worlds.

What will happen when the devil will fall for an angel?

What will happen when the devil will cage his angel in his arms?


Love doesn't cage you but gives you wings.

"You're drunk, Calista," he said even as his hands moved to her hips.
A gleam entered her eyes. "So? Haven't you fcked drunk girls before? They fck like a beast, let me tell you. "
Calista had always believed the past was meant to stay buried, hidden in the shadows of memory. But why, then, was her past creeping back into the light, intertwining with her present? She spent her days in a fractured state—broken, miserable, angry at the world.
But at least she had carved out a semblance of peace, until Jaxon Castillo stepped into her life. With his hot body and expressive eyes, he shattered her fragile calm, dragging her into a tumultuous conflict she wanted no part of—a life that haunted her more than anything else. She had convinced herself she was free from the ghosts of her past, that they had perished along with her family.
Yet, as she found herself drawn deeper into Jaxon's orbit, his intense gaze unraveling her defenses, shadows of her history began to resurface. With every stolen glance, she felt herself surrendering pieces of her heart to him, pieces she had sworn to protect. Both held secrets—dark, potent truths that threatened to dismantle everything they had built. Secrets capable of turning the world against them.
Calista was fire and rage; Jaxon was cool water and soothing. They would risk everything to protect each other, even if loving each other was what could destroy them both. ––TRIGGER WARNING; s****l content, PTSD and trauma responses, Violence. Reader discretion is advised.

They said my father’s debts died with him. They lied.
One moment I was just Isabella Hart, a nursing student fighting to save my sick mother. The next, I woke up captive inside the Romano mansion, traded like property to pay a blood debt I never knew existed.
The Romano family has four heirs: Marco, the ruthless strategist in a wheelchair; Dante, the charming manipulator; Luca, the silent killer with gentle hands; and Nico, the reckless wild card. Dangerous men who should terrify me… yet each pulls me deeper into their world.
When one touch awakens a secret power inside me the ability to heal I realize I’m no longer just their prisoner. I’m their salvation… and their greatest risk.
But in a world ruled by blood and betrayal, love is weakness. Survival is the only law.

Will I escape the Romanos… or become their captive queen?

Turvi Ahuja is a girl who only has two dreams one to become a famous dancer another is to marry Aashank Raichand whom she love. Her life was perfect but as we know nothing is perfect or nothing stays perfect for long.Join the journey of Turvi to know who destroyed her perfect life how love destroyed her

No TweetyBird you are not tainted.

You are pure, as pure as white rose.

You are Angel and this Devil will burn all the evil eyes who will dare to look at you.

Your soul, body, heart, mind know whom do they belong

They belong to me, to ' Abhimanyu Singh Raizada ' .

The devil can kill anyone who will think to harm his girls,

But what's the fun in killing when you can show them living hell.

Her lips are tempting

Her eyes are mesmerizing

Her skin is brightening 

Her voice is melodious 

Her hair is soft 

Her heart is golden 

Her soul is pure

And She is all mine

She is taken

The Mafia King's rights reserved.

-Abhimanyu Singh Raizada, The Mafia King.


She was heartbroken. 

He is cold - hearted. 

He kills. 

Her soul was killed.

Ever heard of a prostitute? 

Isn't it disgusting? Is it so? 

But when Love crosses it's limit the walls around the heart is meant to be broken. 

Is Love all about body? 

Then what about soul?

Will she ever be able to free from her darkest past? A past which snatched her dignity, her virtue, her innocence. 

'What is that love which doesn't cross all the limits of madness?"

It's not only a Mafia Romance but it's her story. It is the story of Mafia's Tainted Love.

I hum, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "There's only one way to get out of that."

My attention is strictly on my feisty mama now.

She swallows hard, jutting her chin out in defiance. "What the fuck do you want from me?" she bites out.

Mmm, I can't wait to punish that bratty mouth of hers.

"Be my pet. I'll be allowed to do whatever I want to you for the duration of the six months."


Diego Reyes is the Mexican mafia lord in Las Vegas running a s*x club. After finding out one of his most trusted men, Antonio Davis, stole money from him, he kills him and plans to do the same to his entire family. That is until he meets Vanessa, Antonio’s youngest daughter. He makes a deal with her that if she and her sister work for him for six months, he’ll let them go, but he wants her all to himself. He’s determined to make her his little pet and consume her mind, body, and spirit. As disgusted as Vanessa should be that she belongs to her father’s murderer, she finds herself enjoying the lifestyle and wanting more.

She begged him to save her.
Now, she belongs to a monster.

She should have died with them. That’s what the man who slaughtered her family whispered in her ear as he dragged her away from the blood-soaked floor of her childhood home. But instead of a quick death, he had other plans.

A girl as rare and beautiful as her was worth more alive than dead. And so, Evadne Sinclair was thrown into a cage, hidden beneath the filth of the underground, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder.

When she was forced onto the auction stage, chains biting into her wrists, she knew begging was useless. The men before her were nothing but predators, circling their prey, hungry to devour. She had no savior. No way out.

Until she saw him. A man she had no idea about, staring at her with eyes chilling enough to kill. But for a reason she couldn't discern, she begged him.

Dante Moretti. Cold. Untouchable. The Mafia’s deadliest king.

She didn’t know why she begged him—only that she did.

"Than…thank you…" she shuddered, her body tangling as the chains rattled behind her while she walked alongside the mean-looking man she believed had just saved her from a worse fate.



He was cold. Mean. She didn’t know why she thought he was the best man to save her. She only found herself begging him to.

He raised his amber eyes to her, a slight smirk cutting across his face.
"What’s your name?"

If she was shaking before, now she was trembling violently at his sudden cold and authoritative voice.

"Evadne Sinclair."

"Good, Evadne. Don’t thank me."
His voice was like ice. Deadly. Final.
"Because two hours from now, you will regret ever begging me to buy you."

"Why didn't you tell me you're a virgin?" His warm breath swept around my ear.

I couldn't contain myself. Sometimes, I moaned with a little pain and sometimes with a lot of pleasure. I knew I would be able to cum for the first time.


Cecília Rodrigues is a 22-year-old Brazilian, orphaned and alone in the world. Thanks to her incredible intelligence, she got a scholarship to study in Italy and has lived there since she was 18.

Cecília is a survivor of life; when she was little, she was tortured by her parents; the marks left on her body do not let her forget.

She only found peace when she got a scholarship to a boarding school, and there she made some friends who accompanied her for many years.

When she finally thought about trusting someone, Cecília was humiliated for the simple reason that he didn't think her body was beautiful. Tired and sad, she decided to go out for a drink, even though she wasn't in the mood. It was her birthday, and she needed to celebrate. There, she ended up meeting the man who would change her life forever, both for good and for bad.

Dominic was living the worst day of his life, he had just discovered that his parents had been killed in an ambush and that only his younger brother had survived, as he was in Brazil he would not be able to return to Italy in time, so to try to alleviate his sadness went to a bar, and there he ended up meeting Cecília, the first woman who cared about him without even knowing who he was and without any interest, this shook the death star, as it was called in the mafia.

Both were marked after that night and years later, they will meet again in the worst possible scenario.

Let's see what happens when a couple who can't stay together can't resist the attraction between the two. And what can change when there is a third and fourth person in the equation?

She looked up at him, saw the smile on his face, and her heart skipped. Again. She felt a tightness in her chest that traveled to her stomach and pooled there. His lips- she wanted to kiss him. Badly.

Was it appropriate?

“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?” Michal took her thoughts.

“Yes, please.”

He placed his hand under her chin and drew her close, his face hovering inches over hers.
“I wanted to kiss you yesterday when you hugged me. I wanted to kiss you when you showed off that dress at the store when you teased me and tried to get me all bothered. I wanted to kiss the smirk off your mouth and make you moan my name instead.

Heck, I wanted to kiss you when you told me about your little friend. Show you just how much pleasure I can give you. More than he can.”


Being over eighteen means you are free to do almost anything. For Katya, the daughter of Michal- a Russian millionaire, the reality is far from it.
Katya is a nineteen-year-old college student who lives with her dad and governess. Her father, overprotective and stubborn has certain rules. She is not allowed to visit other places apart from school, she must not leave the mansion grounds alone and she must never set foot in Russia. After a school event goes wrong, an unspoken rule is added. She is not to speak a word about her mother.
One month before her twentieth birthday, she decides to follow her father on one of his frequent trips to Russia. However, her plan is foiled and instead of getting a pre-birthday wish granted, she gets a bodyguard instead. A poker-faced, non-bulging, decidedly intrusive man who is determined to take his job seriously.

Michal detests his job, especially because it involves taking care of somebody who should be able to take care of herself. He is eager to get the job done and return. Although he knows that he cannot leave until he finds a way to make her come with him- as unpleasant as the task was. He stages a fake kidnap and waits for his plan to fall into motion. It does, and he finds out that his job is going to be easier than expected. In a moment of weakness, after he "rescues" her, he finds out that she desires to visit Russia.

What happens when Katya finds herself trapped in a place she thought was going to be the beginning of her freedom? What happens when Michal realizes that he cannot be the ruthless son his father wants him to be without risking his heart?

Ava is a young librarian haunted by a dark past: her family was brutally murdered, and she swore vengeance.
Years later, at a swing club, she meets Pietro Mazzoni, a mysterious and seductive man who ignites intense desires in her.
What Ava doesn't know is that Pietro is the boss of an Italian mafia, involved in a world of dangers, crimes, and secrets.
The attraction between them is overwhelming, and Ava fully embraces the new world of BDSM. But as Ava and Pietro delve deeper into their relationship, dark secrets begin to emerge in their lives.
Ava finds herself confronted with the disturbing possibility that Pietro may be linked to the massacre of her family.
Now, Ava faces an agonizing choice: to blindly continue loving Pietro despite the unsettling revelations, or to seek the vengeance she has longed for.
As she struggles between love and justice, Ava is forced to confront her own desires and decide whether she will succumb to overwhelming desire or take control of her own life.

His eyes are open, they are black. His wolf is out with him, there is lust in them. He looks straight at me.

He grabs me by the waist and slams his lips down hard on my mouth.

His tongue slips into my mouth without any trouble and is fucking my mouth with his tongue. He turns us, so we are heading towards something, he still slides his tongue in my mouth.

Fuck this feels so good.

I have wanted him since he came back home.

I am slammed against a tree, hard, he lifts me up by the waist. I wrap my legs around him. I am not wearing any underwear under this dress, I wanted to get fucked by him tonight and I am. He leaves my mouth and starts kissing down my neck, I can feel one hand going to my pussy, and he sticks his finger in. I am wet, he growls into me. He goes for his zipper, he pulls down his pants and boxers so they are on his thighs, and he keeps sucking and kissing my neck. I can feel his hard cock under me, he is really big and hard. He pulls back and lines his cock up with my soaking wet pussy. He rams himself hard.

Panther shifter Izzy has the power so rare that it magnifies with every emotion she has. However, she has been through so much in the last 10 years. She was abandoned by her werewolf father and had to deal with her mother’s death. Her auntie Kat then took her in and they had to move around a lot over the years after a tragic time. Now Kat wants Izzy to stay with her in the town that she left ten years ago. When she arrives, everything comes to light. Secrets and everything from the past comes at her all at once and she has to deal with her fated mate, the Alpha Blake.

"If I ever have to get married to anyone, I swear on my life that it would not be you!" His index finger almost pushed into me as he pointed them at me and his eyes burned with the rage of hatred and anger.

"And let me make this clear to you Taylor, if—if at all you have your way with me being your husband...your mate," he corrected.

"I'd make sure I will be with other she-wolves and make sure you feel every pain of betrayal; I'll see to it that you feel how I felt when you killed my Odette," he said, walking closer to me. The back of my throat stung with tears that were already brimming.


Odette has always been the apple of everyone's eyes, even after her death. Meanwhile, Taylor was always overlooked, and hated by everyone. Everyone wished for her death --- including her parents, and Killian, her mate. She never had been loved by anyone, always in her sister's shadow but everything changed after her sister's death. Instead of being simply ignored, she was the object of hate, and to be bullied.

Taylor still bore all the guilt, even though she was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess, until she realised, Killian, who always thought Odette as his future Luna to be his mate turned out to be mated to her! Unable to bear the thought that the mate she always wished for to turn out to be the man, who always hated and taunted her, and even mistaking her for Odette, she was at the breaking point!

Determined, she forced Killian to accept her rejection. But what will happen when Killian realises the truth behind the plot, and instantly regrets it? Will he chase her back? Will Taylor forgive and accept him, or will she never forgive, and be with the man she's destined to be with?

On the day he handed me the divorce papers to be with his first love, I found out I was pregnant. After three years of a loveless marriage, my heart was finally dead. I signed the papers, hid my baby bump, and vanished on a flight to France.
Everyone thought I was just a discarded wealthy wife, never knowing I had taken the most precious secret with me.
Months later, when he saw me heavily pregnant standing beside another man, the aloof CEO completely lost his composure. 'The child... is it mine?'
I smiled coldly. 'Sir, we are already divorced. This has nothing to do with you.'

"You're terrible in bed! The stamina of a goldfish! I want someone else!"
"Oh yeah? Who exactly?"
"Someone who can actually keep up!"
My husband's jaw ticked. That night, he proved exactly how much stamina he had—and I could barely walk the next morning.

Three years of marriage. Three years of negative pregnancy tests. Desperate times called for desperate measures—so I pushed every button he had, hoping to finally conceive.
One reckless night of passion later, I thought we'd finally made progress.
Instead, divorce papers slammed into my hands.
"Anyone could mother my child," he said coldly. "Literally anyone but you."

Six years later, I returned from overseas—CEO of a medical empire, renowned archaeologist, certified gemologist, and secret heiress to the nation's wealthiest family. Oh, and I brought along my adorable twin geniuses.
My multiple identities? Mind. Blown.
Meanwhile, my ex-husband's dirty secret hit tabloids: He's firing blanks. Always has been.

Just as I'm about to marry my charming new fiancé (who actually appreciates me), my ex corners me in a hotel suite. His eyes bloodshot, voice cracking:
"You're the only one—the ONLY one—who can be my children's mother. My love. Please..."
Too bad, buddy. You snooze, you lose.
💎 Revenge. Rebirth. Twin Chaos. And one groveling ex who's about to learn what he lost. 💎

"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.”
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For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught.
Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress.
The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents.
"Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced."
"Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."

Her husband only touched her when he needed an heir.
It took her vanishing for him to finally see her.
For five years as Alpha Kieran’s wife, Mira nearly died giving him a daughter—and received nothing but disdain from him and his family for bearing the “wrong” heir.
With every cold, calculated touch, she felt less like a mate and more like a vessel. A useful womb, kept only because the woman he truly loved couldn’t risk pregnancy.
The final betrayal? Her own daughter, slowly turned against her.
So Mira did the one thing they never expected:
She disappeared.
Now she’s back—not as the pleading Luna they broke, but as a force they can’t control. And when her eyes meet Kieran’s, there’s no warmth left. Only ice.
Watch an Alpha unravel as the woman he shattered becomes the one he can never have again.
Some regrets last forever.
This one is his.

Olivia Parker, after she was forced on by an unknown man at the hospital where her sick father was just proclaimed dead, finds herself pregnant a month later.

Left with no other choice than to keep the pregnancy, she drops out of school at the age of 18.

Six years later, Olivia's son grew up to be the exact replica of her new boss... Damien Sterling!

"Who is his father?!" His voice echoed multiple times into her ears.

"I don't have one, talk to my mummy with respect!"

On our first anniversary, my billionaire husband threw me out like garbage. He called me a gold‑digger, accused me of trapping him, and made sure everyone in the city knew I was a liar.

Five years later, I’ve rebuilt myself into the most sought‑after wedding planner in the city. The past is buried along with the truth that I left carrying his twins. But when a powerful CEO demands a meeting to plan his high‑profile wedding, I walk into the boardroom and come face‑to‑face with the man who destroyed me. He doesn’t recognize me. And he has no idea the two adorable flower girls shadowing my every move are his hidden heirs.

He wants me to create his perfect fairy‑tale day. I’ll smile, pour his champagne, and wait. Because when the truth finally comes out, I won’t just ruin his wedding I’ll make him feel every ounce of the pain he gifted me. But the more time I spend with him, the more I see cracks in his cold façade. And when he discovers my secret, his regret might turn into something far more dangerous than revenge.

Will his hidden heirs be the key to her vengeance or the chains that bind them together forever?

Savannah thought marriage would bring her love, but it only gave her pain. On the night of her anniversary, her husband handed her divorce papers and chose his mistress instead. Left with nothing, Savannah ran away carrying a secret — a baby growing inside her.

Alone, broke, and hunted, she tried to survive in a strange city. Just when her strength failed, a powerful stranger saved her life and rushed her to the best hospital in town. She never knew his face before, but fate was not done with her.

Now Savannah must fight for her baby, hide from the man who betrayed her, and guard her heart against the stranger who shows her the love she never had. But can she really trust him… or will history repeat itself?

I spent weeks planning this trip. Every detail carefully arranged for one purpose: to confess my feelings to Arthur—Julian's older brother, the boy I'd been secretly in love with since childhood.

But he showed up with a girlfriend.

That night, drunk and reckless, I did the most absurd thing—I kissed Julian. The troublemaker who'd been my nemesis since we were kids, the one I swore I'd never give the time of day.

But what happened next was even more absurd.

This winter every time he came close, my heart raced out of control. I started noticing the curve of his smile, the undisguised heat in his eyes when he looked at me.

Those habits that used to drive me crazy now made my heart flutter. My feelings for him became dangerous, complicated—like a storm I couldn't escape.

"Eleanor, are you avoiding me?" He blocked my path.

He suddenly pressed my wrist, trapping me between the wall and his body, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "You finally see me..."

Just when I thought everything had settled, Arthur began closing in. He suddenly acknowledged my existence, his gaze burning with intensity, as if the moment I let go was when he truly saw me.

"Eleanor, we need to talk." Arthur stopped me.

I tried to escape in panic, but Julian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against him. His arms were firm as iron, his lips brushing my hair as his voice dropped low and dangerous:

"She's mine, Arthur. You're too late."

"What the hell are you two doing?"
My voice tore through the crowd—only to be met with the words that destroyed my world.
"It was a drunken mistake, Ava. Don't read into it—it was just a meaningless fling."
"Who'd want a lowlife orphan like you as Luna?"
"As for Ava, she's stripped of her rank and banished from the Oakwood Pack."
With those sentences, Liam—my first love, the man I believed was my mate—cast me aside before the entire pack. And just like that, I became no one.
Exiled and shattered, I fled into the human world, where a kind doctor, David, found me unconscious on the roadside. Three weeks later, I woke to a truth that changed everything: I was pregnant. With triplets.
Five years pass. I've rebuilt myself into one of the human world's rising physicians. I'm engaged to David. My children—Jace, Niko, and their sister Rhea—are my life. I've buried the past where it belongs.
Or so I thought.
When Liam's warriors abduct me outside a hospital parking lot, the nightmare begins again. A mysterious plague is ravaging the Oakwood Pack, and his father, former Alpha Zane, is dying. Desperate, Liam demands my help—while his new "chief witch," Lucy, tightens her grip on the pack through deceit, prophecy, and a seductive hold on him.
But secrets never stay buried.
When Liam discovers that one of the children he glimpsed has his eyes, everything spirals. Loyalties fracture. Old wounds tear open. And I'm forced into a deadly game—cure the plague, protect my children, expose Lucy, and finally confront the man who broke me.
Because this time, I'm not the powerless orphan they threw away.
This time, I'm coming back as something far more dangerous.

//DARK ROMANCE//

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(18+) "Please doctor, please fuck me please". Ann begged.

Her hands were handcuff below her knee which made her legs to hang up in the air.

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"I don't believe in God, Hailey," he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, "But... if I did, I would have thanked him for making you."
A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties. "Damien, you are my brother..." I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong.
He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "Correction- Stepbrother."
"But-" Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat, and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I'd felt them in my dreams...


When I was dragged across the country to Los Angeles to live with my mom's new husband and his son, the last thing I expected was for my stepbrother to be off-limits. Least of all, I never imagined I'd find myself tempted by the forbidden.
Damien Black: sinfully attractive, irrefutably irresistible, and seemingly devoid of warmth.
Emotions meant nothing to him; girls were mere toys for him to have in bed. And there came my biggest mistake- believing I could be more than just a toy for him... maybe more than just another conquest in his collection. I was his dirty little secret, one that he wouldn't let go of, accept, shatter entirely, or mend. I was his toy; Well... his favorite one.
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"A scarred slave is no mate for a Lycan King."
"With that ruined face, you're of no use to me now."
"You'll be sold at dawn."
Used, discarded, and carrying the Lycan King's unborn child, Thalia's nightmare takes a darker turn when she learns the cruel truth—after giving birth, they plan to take her baby and cast her out to die.
Before she can flee, tragedy strikes. Left broken and bleeding, Thalia barely escapes with her life.
Rescued by a mysterious stranger, she rises from the ashes with vengeance burning in her heart. But her journey soon pulls her into a web of lies, deadly secrets, and forbidden desire. As she uncovers the truth behind her mother's death and her own hidden identity, fate leads her back to the man who destroyed her.
In the depths of the forest, Thalia finds Lycan King Alaric—her mate—wounded and at her mercy.
Will she save the monster who shattered her life… or let him die as she reclaims her power?
In a world where loyalty cuts deeper than claws, Thalia must choose between revenge, justice, and the love she swore to hate.

Brielle has no idea that the handsome stranger she spent one night with is a Mafia Don of two powerful organizations. What's even worse is she discovers she's pregnant and decides to keep quiet,not out of anger but of shame in sleeping with someone she barely knew. Years later Giovanni learns about the discovery of the twins and hunts her down but things prove to be difficult when Brielle finds out his true identity and wants nothing to do with him....

Synopsis: They say numbers never lie. But in the world of the Mafia, even the truth can be buried beneath bloodstained ledgers.

Lucia Alvarez is a forensic accountant with a mind as sharp as a blade—and a heart carved hollow by loss. Five years ago, her beloved brother Miguel was pulled from the East River, his hands bound and lungs full of concrete. The official story? He betrayed the Di Santi family and paid the price. The truth? Buried with him at the bottom of the river.

Now, Lucia is back—not as a grieving sister, but as a weapon of quiet vengeance.

Under the guise of auditing the Di Santi family’s "legitimate" businesses, she infiltrates their empire. Her assignment is simple: play the role of the loyal number-cruncher. But her mission is far more dangerous—uncover the truth behind Miguel’s murder and bring the empire crashing down from within.

But nothing is simple when it comes to Adrian Di Santi.

He’s the heir to the empire—ruthless, magnetic, and hiding secrets behind a smile as cold as steel. Lucia thought she could keep her distance. Thought her heart was armored. But every encounter with Adrian chips away at her defenses—and blurs the lines between vengeance and desire.

As the walls close in and the stakes rise, Lucia must decide: how far is she willing to go for justice? And what will she do when the truth turns out to be darker—and deadlier—than she ever imagined?

When my grandmother’s dying wish meets his father’s desperate PR stunt, we ended up signing a marriage contract.

Two people, one house, and three rules: no touching, mind your own business, and absolutely no scandals.

Theodore Callaghan is a notorious womanizer with a reputation that could ruin his father’s career.

I, Dianna Beaumont, is a calm, unbothered heiress who couldn’t care less about his antics.

For months, our arrangement stays perfectly… controlled. Until another man appears, and suddenly, Theo can’t stop watching me, touching me, even craving me in ways that make my pulse race.

And when his jealousy explodes… it leaves me helpless, wanting, and pregnant.

“Your father shouldn't see us.” I said as he moved my back against the wall, I felt Dala ache in pleasure.

“I'm starting to not mind what my father thinks.” He said in my ear.

I bit my lips, “What do you mind Alpha Liam?” I whispered in his ears.

Liam Sandstorm heir to the Highest Alpha throne defiles his father and accepts his mate Brianna Crawford.

Brianna Crawford isn't just a werewolf, she has a lineage of witches in her blood. She was destined by the moon goddess to deliver her people from evil.

Brianna’s parents were murdered by Liam’s father.

How will Brianna react to this news especially after the acceptance.
Who will Liam protect? His mate or his throne?

Will Brianna accept her powers and protect her people from the evil falling before them?