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I spent seven years being Preston Maddox's personal errand girl.

Did his homework, took his father's belt for him, cut off every friend I had because he said he didn't like me talking to other guys.

I told myself that if I was good enough, patient enough, he'd eventually see me.

Then came the school's centennial gala. In front of everyone, he locked me, a girl with severe aquaphobia, inside a water tank filled to the brim with ice-cold water, so Vanessa Sinclair could have a pretty backdrop for her ballet number.

The audience roared. He watched Vanessa take her bow with this soft, adoring smile on his face. The only time he glanced at me was when he noticed I'd made a mess, and all he did was wrinkle his nose.

The water rose over my head, and something in me finally understood.

To Preston Maddox, I wasn't even worth as much as a dog.

If a dog was drowning, its owner would at least care.

Me? I just disgusted him.

On the way to the hospital to deliver my baby, rain was coming down in sheets.
Suddenly, my husband slammed on the brakes. He'd spotted his ex-girlfriend standing in the downpour with her child.
"She's struggling as a single mom. I'm just going to help her carry those groceries upstairs. Ten minutes, tops."
Clutching my belly through the contractions, I begged him, "But I'm about to give birth. I'm in so much pain."
He just locked the car doors with a click, his voice sharp with annoyance.
"Sarah, can you try to be a little more empathetic? She's soaking wet."
In those ten minutes, my water broke. Desperate to survive, blood on my hands, I crawled out through the back hatch.
While I was fighting for my life in the ER—
His ex posted a snapshot.
In the video, my husband was gently toweling off her hair. The caption read:
[So glad you're here.]

As a wolf princess, I gave up my beast core, my dignity, and three years of life for my mate’s throne. I walked willingly into the lion clan’s darkest kennel camp, enduring beastly torture and dog-like degradation. I survived on rot and poison, clinging to false hope. Until I returned and learned the bitter truth: my wolf mate destroyed me with his own hands. The war was fake, and my hell was his deliberate choice.

My husband's first love was in trouble.
When the news came, I was lying on the operating table.
Dr. Miller put down his scalpel and said to Dr. Johnson, "I'll leave my wife's surgery to you."

"If I don’t go now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

With that, he turned and walked away.
Watching my husband's retreating figure, I couldn't hold back—tears fell.
The next second, the cold blade of a scalpel touched my skin.

Dr. Johnson spoke calmly, "Why the tears? With me here, you'll be fine."

My mate, Rhys, brought his dead brother's pregnant widow into our house.
He swore up and down I'd never have to lift a finger for her.
The next morning he stood by the door with a packed bag and a grin.
"Babe. Big news. The pack called me up. Border post out east, two years. I ship out tonight."
He looked at me like he was waiting for me to promise I'd take good care of his brother's widow.
So I pulled my own bag out of the closet, right there in front of him and the woman in the back room.
"Funny. The alliance called me up too. Medic rotation. Two years."
"We can leave together. Lock up on the way out. Colette can rest easy with the whole house to herself."

My husband never wanted to make love to me—
until one night, I walked in and saw him… using his stepsister’s lingerie for his own pleasure.

To the supernatural world, I am just Edlyn—a weak, submissive Omega hiding in the shadows. No one knows my real secret: I am a freak of nature. A hybrid of Wolf, Vampire, Witch, and Fairy. The first of my kind.

And if I don’t unite the warring factions by my twenty-fifth birthday, the prophecy will kill me. I have exactly three months left to live.

Love was never option. Survival was the only plan.

Until they showed up.

Nelson: The brutal, dominant Supreme Alpha who demands my absolute submission, waking a wolf inside me that I’ve suppressed for twelve years.
Jay: The ruthless, lethal Vampire Heir who craves my blood, feeding the dark, feral hunger I never wanted to admit.

They are sworn enemies, born to tear each other apart. But fate has a twisted sense of humor—because they are both my fated mates.

If they find out what I truly am, they’ll destroy me. But as the bond tightens and my time runs out, I’m caught between the Alpha who wants to protect my soul, and the Vampire who wants to rule my darkness.

I was born to bring peace. But loving them might just start the bloodiest war history has ever seen.

I found my husband's vasectomy certificate while sorting medical bills. The procedure was done a year ago. But I was six months pregnant now.

I stared at the date on the paper and my hand just... stopped. I kept checking it again and again, but it was still the same. I was freaking out. I looked down at my bump showing through this baggy sweater, and my hands started shaking.

I got in my car and drove straight to my husband's private club. I needed answers about this, now.

Dante Ashford is my stepbrother, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with.

When I was ten, my parents died saving his family. The Ashfords took me in. He was good to me back then. Somewhere along the way, I fell for him.

When I was eighteen, he nearly died in an ambush. I donated blood, then a kidney to save him. I was unconscious for three days. When I woke up, Vivian Ross sat by his bed—and he believed she was his savior.

After that, he pushed me away. Vivian became his fiancée.

In my past life, Vivian's crimes brought disaster to our family. Dante got on his knees and begged me to take her punishment. I refused. She died anyway. Then he pretended to love me, planned our wedding—and on that day, his assistant announced to everyone: "This wedding was a lesson to show Miss Elena Hayes what it feels like to be abandoned by the whole world."

I jumped from the church balcony.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at that moment—him on his knees, begging.

This time, I said yes.

Dante, from now on, we're done.

The day I died in a foreign country, my boyfriend was in the spotlight with another woman.

He's the man I built from nothing. Five years ago, I saved a broke orphan fresh out of college from the gutter. He said he wanted to be famous, wanted to make it to the top of the hockey world. In exchange, he became my boyfriend for five years.

I gave him the best coaching staff money could buy. Bought an entire hockey franchise and made him the centerpiece. Called in every favor I had to make him MVP.

But while he enjoyed everything I gave him, he refused to make our relationship public. Said it would "hurt his brand." He could make headlines with reporters and models, but nobody could know I existed.

He even said on national TV: "Those owners who just throw money around are pretty boring. Hockey is about skill, not money."

So why did he lose his mind when he found out I was dead?

"Valerie, you've been working yourself to death. I booked you a flight to Switzerland—take Leo, go relax for a while." My husband Cedric set an Hermès scarf down on the table. "Early gift for our tenth anniversary."
I was thrilled, twirling in front of the mirror with the scarf, admiring how it looked.
That's when my son came around the corner, iPad in hand. "Mommy, a message just popped up. Daddy said he wants to give Seraphina a real family."
My mind just... blanked out.
I opened the message myself, and there it was—a whole year of secrets I never even knew existed.
So he wants to make things right with his old flame? Fine.
Then I get to take back everything I ever gave him.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

Grace

He’s the arrogant college quarterback and womanizer. The one guy I want nothing to do with, ever ...
That is, until my boss tells me I don’t have a choice, and I’m assigned to report on him for the school paper.
The legendary Jackson is a million things at once, but he’s still just a person hiding behind his precious football. I see right through his facade, and I don’t think he’s used to that.
Sexy. Charming. Ambitious.
I want him more and more as the days pass, but he could never be really interested in a girl like me. A nobody.

Or could he?

Jackson
If there was ever a woman who could kill me with looks alone, it’s Grace.
She’s insecure, obstinate, and a pain in my ass.
I don’t need her any more than she needs me, but the publicity is good, so hey, why not?
Right?
I never thought Grace would be one of the few people to take me seriously. She sees through my bullshit, and her blunt honesty is a breath of fresh air.
But, people don’t like it. They don’t like us. A guy like me doesn’t belong with a girl like Grace.
She’s sweet. Funny. Clever. And damn it all if I can’t keep my hands off of her.
I don’t think anyone was expecting what happened next.

Especially us.

Kate, a young woman enslaved in the dangerous world of human trafficking, escapes the clutches of a ruthless trafficker named Henry, only to find herself in the intriguing hands of a rich man named Mr. Nathaniel. As she navigates this strange landscape, secrets begin to surface, leading to unforeseen twists and turns. "Shattered Chains" is a compelling narrative of survival, atonement, and the desire of freedom.

There has never been a female Alpha until Amani Constantine. She was once the future Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack—a pack that was completely annihilated under the order of the Alpha King. In one night, Amani lost her parents and entire pack, spared only for being the fated mate of Prince Malakai, the son of the Alpha King and heir to the throne. She despises the Alpha King and harbors equal animosity towards Malakai, who is determined to mold Amani into the most obedient mate. However, submission goes against Amani’s very nature; she is an Alpha through and through, but she is a wolf-less Alpha, unable to shift. Branded as a defect, a flaw, and an abomination to their kind, Amani struggles with her identity. When the wolf inside her finally awakens, will she stand by her mate’s side and ascend as the next Luna Queen? Or will Amani step into her role as the Alpha she was destined to be and seek her revenge for the slaughter of Bloodmoon?

It has been years since my mother Kaya had been given the orders to reform the packs in the south. Instructions by the goddess herself. She had of course done it. She had blended the north into the south making our pack, Shadow Pack the strongest on the continent, if not the world. As well as helping reform other packs. Everyone, or so I thought was reaping the blessings of it.
My father, alpha Cade followed my mother's desire for change and had announced that I would be the first female Alpha. Despite the challenge, I was determined to be great at it. I had my mother's determination and my father's strength. I had my cousin, Quentin, who would aid me, and make sure I was capable. Not to mention I was just going to follow my mother and do what the goddess instructed of my family. The war had been won against Howie; years ago. Destruction of the northern wolves had ceased. I was sure the Goddess would protect us. After all my family had followed her and been her servant on earth. Why wouldn't she bless and protect her most dutiful?

I never knew how wrong I could be. I knew I would face prejudice; I was to be the first female Alpha. That came with its own challenges. Being the first of anything always did. But my mother had faced it, and I was determined to match her determination with my own. What I didn't account for was it was more than being female that was the problem.

This book is a continuation of "Kaya The Deaf She Wolf" The book is about Sol. Cade and Kaya will be a small presence in the book but not the main characters.

I spent five years waiting for a wedding, only to watch his first love move in—pregnant, sleeping in our master bedroom, wearing my wedding dress.

She said the baby was his. He believed her.

She said I pushed her. He believed her.

She said I was eaten up with jealousy. He believed her.

But me? He didn't believe a single word I said.

The day I tried on my wedding gown, gunfire erupted. My fiancé shielded her and ran, never once looking back. He forgot that the woman left behind in the line of fire was the one he was supposed to marry. In that moment, my heart turned to ash.

Then came the report from his men—

"Boss, we couldn't find Miss Celeste..."

And so, this cold-blooded mafia king finally learned what it felt like to lose something.

Too bad. Some things, once lost, are gone forever.

Fresh out of college and fumbling through his first year in the real world, twenty-two-year-old Lysander wanders away from a friend’s party and into an isolated forest. There, he stumbles upon the high-tech laboratory hidden within the ancient castle of Vivienne—a vampire who has spent one century cultivating solitude. Disgusted by the intimacy required to hunt, she long ago withdrew from humanity, passing the endless decades perfecting homemade synthetic blood rather than sampling the countless varieties of plasma she grew tired of.

But Lysander’s arrival spells disaster. In a clumsy accident, he doesn't just ruin dinner; he obliterates her state-of-the-art scientific instruments. With her life’s work destroyed and her synthetic supply cut off, the scent of his living blood overwhelms her engineered senses. Forced to break a century-long abstinence, she takes what she needs, only to find herself addicted not just to his taste, but to the man himself.

Using the equipment as a flimsy excuse to lure him back, Vivienne battles a terrifying new obsession. She craves his body despite believing he’s taken, despising her own weakness. Meanwhile, Lysander’s initial terror curdles into a forbidden fascination. Can a relationship survive when one person feels everything, and the other only hungers?

Four years of dating. Three years of marriage. He loved me deeply and spoiled me endlessly, making me believe I was the happiest woman alive. But everything shattered the moment I accidentally discovered his affair—while helping a friend, no less. The man who had always treated me with tenderness and devotion was cheating on me, and with someone I thought was closest to me. Was he just a master of deception? Or was I simply too blind, too naive, to see the truth staring at me in the face? I am Linda Evans. And I am not someone who forgives betrayal easily. You dared to lay a finger on my husband? Then get ready—I’ll fight you to the bitter end!

“Don't talk to strangers at restaurants or bars.”
“There we are now friends and not strangers.”
He smelled so good in this close proximity. I had dreamed about him since that first time on my 21st birthday. Seeing him every year would make that dream appear again and again. Each time more passionate than the last. It was almost humiliating to think of all the dirty scenarios that I played in my head with him while I dreamed, causing me to wake up with soaking panties. The thought made me smile nervously and my panties wet.


For years they heard stories from their grandmothers about the fated rune sexmates. Though none of them truly believed it, fate would show them that it was true.

Amelia and Patrick did not know after crossing paths that fate would lead them back to one another over and over again until they finally made the bond. Discovering the runes on one another's bodies during a night of passion, they soon realized that they were connected on a deeper level. They were fated to meet and become sexmates. Little did they know the journey that would be ahead of them to break a curse from their ancestors. Follow along as they meet the other sexmates that will help them break the curse.

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

I bought my five-year-old son a Captain America shield for his birthday.

But when I landed in New York, the hospital called.

"Your son died during the medical procedure your husband authorized."

Marcus had signed Axel up as a living donor. For his mistress's kid.

While our baby bled out on the operating table, Marcus was cutting birthday cake with his new family.

Even used Axel's favorite Superman pillow as decoration.

I stared at my child's mutilated corpse and made a promise.

You fed my baby to wolves for a whore's smile. Time to return the favor, Marcus.

She's his flower,
But also his rain.
She's the beauty in his day,
But also his night full of pain.
"When Noah looks at you, it's like he's been living in a black and white universe and he just saw colours for the first time. These past weeks not being able to talk to you, all the colour in his life just went away and it's back to black and white and all he's been trying to do is remember what life was like before he knew what colour was."

"You don't want me as your master, you wouldn't survive if I owned you," the dark words made me cringe.

"But, I love you, I chose you," I mutter, my voice filled with sorrow.
At once, I am over the desk, a hard cock pressed against my ass as a strong pair of hand wrap around my neck.
"I will fuck you hard until you pass out if you were mine," he breathes in my ear.
"It makes me so wet," I blurt out.

I am supposed to be his, but Whitlock wouldn't own me, until his friend wants a piece of me. Is he ready to give me away or will the emotions he is fighting off be enough to safe us?

She broke their marriage. He walked away.

Neither of them knew she was carrying his child.

Emily’s affair didn’t just end her marriage—it erased the life she thought was guaranteed. Ryan left without looking back, carrying his anger like armor and leaving Emily alone with regret she would never outrun. Three years later, fate drags them back into each other’s world, along with a little girl who has Ryan’s eyes and a truth that shatters everything he thought he knew.

Old wounds reopen, grief masquerades as rage, and love refuses to stay buried. As parenthood binds them together and the past demands accountability, Emily and Ryan must face the question neither of them is ready to answer: is broken trust the end of their story… or the beginning of a love forged through loss, forgiveness, and brutal honesty?

Never trust a man, unless he is hot!!...

“If you are Proserpina, then who is she?” The mystery man asked me, pointing over to the girl behind my uncle.
“Time to play you.” She mouthed the words and smirked with those evil eyes at me in a haunting way sending a chill through my spine.
I know that face and the identity of the imposter—
Justina-the bitch!
*
Two brothers, Hades and Vlad.
One is destined to protect her!
The other is born to destroy her!!
Both are fated with a broken human princess Proserpina, trapped in a gilded cage.
*
I could feel his cold breath settling on the back of my neck and deadly fangs scraping against my flesh. “Try running again, Princess, and I will trap you forever inside the darkest coffin of my lair. Your fate is sealed with me in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle goes on. My wounded butterfly!”
“NO!” I screamed in fear.
“Proserpina! It's just a nightmare!” Hades pulled me in his arms to protect me from my nightmares, caressing my scars as if feeling the pain which they conceal.
“It felt so real as if it had happened before. In the past! His shadow will trap me, again!”
“Then let him try. I’ll hunt him down the darkest corners of the World’s end if I have to, and then I’ll kill him in this life, and then in next and then again next, till the life-death cycle decides to kick his ass and let him rot in purgatory. My wild Raven!” Hades’s wolf Cerberus growled.
*
Proserpina is tired of waiting for her prince to save her, so she decides to escape at the first chance. She is saved by a mysterious and cursed werewolf prince Hades from the blood-sucking predators. Their fates get intertwined and take them on a journey through the dark and haunted woods of Carpathians ranges infested by the predators of the night, The Shadows. If Prince Hades will be able to save Proserpina or will she be trapped forever in the dark depths of the lair of vampire Prince Vlad?
(The prologue was written by the 3rd POV, and later chapters were written by the 1st POV.)

For three years, I was Julian Vance’s perfect shadow.

By day, I was the flawless executive secretary who kept his multi-billion-dollar empire running without a single hitch. By night, I was his secret, contract wife a convenient arrangement kept hidden behind the closed doors of his penthouse to satisfy a dying man's wish. I loved him in the quiet darkness, enduring his coldness, his family’s venom, and the cruel taunts of his elite childhood friend, Victoria.

But three months ago, the illusion shattered. When I was trapped in a hospital room losing our unborn child, Julian was on a red carpet with Victoria. His message to me through his assistant? “Do not interrupt important business meetings with minor domestic emergencies.”

That was the day Vivian Lane died.
The moment our three-year contract expires at midnight, I slide two papers across his mahogany desk: our signed divorce decree and my immediate resignation.

Julian scoffs, arrogant and completely convinced I’ll be crawling back to him within a month when my bank account dries up. He thinks I'm a penniless outcast with nowhere to turn.

He has no idea that while I was playing his submissive secretary, I was quietly building my own foundation. Now, his biggest corporate clients are jumping ship to my new boutique firm, and an international venture capital network has just hired a legendary, anonymous digital strategist known as "The Cipher" to engineer a hostile takeover of Vance Enterprises.

That strategist is me.
As his empire begins to bleed out brick by brick, the billionaire who once looked down on me finally drops to his knees. But I’m no longer his secretary, and I’m no longer his wife. If he wants me back, he’ll have to survive the ruin I’m about to bring to his doorstep.

For five years of marriage, Sibel devoted herself completely to her husband and son, even giving up her own career for their family.
Then she was rushed to the hospital with acute cholecystitis, writhing in pain. Her husband arrived with their son, only to walk right past her and rush to the woman he cherished most, his adopted sister.
"She’s terminally ill. You should take care of her," her husband said.
Her son added, "You’re only Mom because you cook and do housework."
In that moment, Sibel realized that her five years of sacrifice had been nothing but a joke.
She filed for divorce, walked away with nothing, and returned to the world of medical research. But just as she was ready to start over, she was framed, thrown into detention, and nearly left to die in a pool of blood.
Everyone thought Sibel was nothing without a man.
But when she returned as a world class medical expert, when the truth was finally exposed, and when the man who once treated her like she was worthless knelt before her with red eyes full of regret...
She looked down at him and said,
"You once said I wasn't good enough for you. Now you're not good enough for me."

They said a perfect luna should be gentle, obedient, and tolerant of everything.
My husband, Alpha Cedric Blackwood, said that as his luna, I had to be virtuous and generous, and I had to take good care of his "little woloves."
If anyone was led astray, it meant I, as luna, had failed to set a proper example, and I had to be punished in their place.
And so, when his adopted sister, newly graduated from Crescent Moon Academy, ran off to party at a bar and stayed out all night, I was ordered to wash clothes for the entire pack in the bitter winter cold until my hands were covered in frostbite.
When his little lover chased thrills and went alone to the border, drawing rogues to her, I was punished for poor discipline with ninety-nine lashes from a silver whip, beaten so badly that my wolf fell into a deep sleep.
When the two of them grew bored with life, went traveling together, and even stole my unlimited black card, they had barely left before their wild spending drew the attention of an enemy pack and got them kidnapped.
The news that Cedric had spent fifty million to ransom the two women was exposed, turning the Blackwood family into a laughingstock across the werewolf world.
The elders were furious and demanded that the matter be dealt with severely.
Cedric's face darkened. Then he turned around and ordered someone to tie me up.
"You knew they were young, naive, and easy to deceive, yet you deliberately gave them the black card. Weren't you trying to attract the enemy pack's attention so they would get rid of the thorns in your side?"
"A vicious, jealous she-wolf like you deserves to taste what it feels like to be kidnapped and tortured!"
But he did not know that on the first night after I was taken away, I was tortured to death.

"Come see our wedding invitations!" I excitedly held up the document folder I'd grabbed from ,my fiancé, Lorenzo's study, showing it off to his men in his private safe house on the Upper East Side.

Lorenzo and I had been running ourselves ragged this month preparing for the wedding.

Lorenzo's guys raised their glasses, waiting to see our custom-designed invitations. I eagerly turned the folder upside down—

Marriage certificates, wedding photos, and a property transfer document came tumbling out onto the floor.

Dead silence.

"Oh, these aren't our invitations..." I was still grinning foolishly. "Must be the wrong folder."

"Let me see which lucky lady is about to become a happy bride."

I looked down at the wedding photo. A beautiful brunette woman in an elaborate white gown smiled from the center of the picture, looking so blissful, so content.

When my eyes shifted to the groom beside her, my world collapsed.

It was Lorenzo. He wore a perfect black tuxedo, but he was tenderly embracing a woman I'd never seen before.

The night before her wedding, Leah Carter caught her fiancé Elias in bed with another woman.

Elias humiliated her, manipulated her, and even plotted to pass her off to another man like an object to be discarded. In her most desperate moment, Matto Moretti came crashing through the door — reeking of blood and violence, the kind of man the entire underworld feared without question. He put a bullet through Elias's shoulder without blinking, then caught Leah's chin between his fingers, his voice low and absolute:

"Your man slept with my woman. That makes you responsible for the debt. Sign the paper and marry me."

Leah's Perspective

I told myself I was nothing more than a canary in his gilded cage — a substitute, a stand-in for someone else's sin.

We had known each other for exactly one month, and none of it made any sense. He detonated into my life like a bomb: money, tenderness, protection — all of it arriving at once, all of it suffocating in its intensity. He behaved like a man completely undone by me, and yet we had barely known each other thirty days.

Was this love at first sight? I didn't think so. There had to be another reason. I didn't know what I was to him, or why he looked at me the way he did — like a man who had loved me for years. And I knew nothing about him. Nothing at all.

Matto's Perspective

She will never know that she has been mine since long before any of this began.

I am not proud of how I came to have her. But that doesn't matter. What matters is this: you have no idea how long I have loved you. It started before all of this — before the gun, before the contract, before she ever knew my name. She will never know the truth of it, and that is fine. She only needs to know that I love her in ways that would frighten her if she ever truly understood.

As long as she stays, I would give her everything. My empire. My fortune. My life, without a moment's hesitation.

The man the world knew as cold-blooded and untouchable had been loving Leah Carter in the dark for years.

He would make Elias pay for what he had done. He would unearth the truth of her buried identity — a secret twenty years in the making. And in every shadow she could not see, he would clear the thorns from her path before she ever felt them, becoming the sharpest blade she never knew she carried.

Matto gave Leah his wealth and his kingdom. More than that, he gave her his heart — fierce, honest, and entirely hers.

"You have been mine since that day, long before you knew it."

"The whole world may fear me. But you — you are only ever allowed to love me."

He did not marry her on impulse.

He married her because he had been planning it for a very long time, and he had never once intended to let her go.

Leah × Matto — You are the captive in my hands, and the only salvation I have ever known.

Three years ago, I signed the Silver Vow for her, sealing away my supreme Alpha bloodline. I swallowed my pride in a greasy auto shop, living as a pathetic loser anyone could step on.
Three years later, arm-in-arm with a New York billionaire, she threw the divorce papers in my face and called me the only stain on her perfect life.
In a dark, rain-swept alley, three elite Lycans carried out their orders to shatter my limbs and dump me into the Hudson River.
As I lay dying, the Silver Vow finally shattered. The moment my eyes snapped open, every supernatural creature in Manhattan dropped to their knees—because the First Alpha, the king who united the European underworld a thousand years ago, had returned.

She was eight months pregnant when he stripped her in a bar full of strangers.

Her baby came early that night. Silent. Still.
He crushed it under his heel and called it garbage.

Then he took her eyes. No anesthesia. Just a scalpel and the other woman's name on his lips.

For three years, he used her broken body — to punish, to breed, to satisfy cravings no one else could touch. She stopped counting the times she bled on his sheets.

But he never asked if the video was real.

It wasn't.
The woman he worships murdered his mother and framed the girl he just destroyed.
And the child he crushed? Every matching chromosome was his.

The truth is coming for him.
He will beg. He will crawl. He will kiss the feet of the woman whose eyes he carved out.

The only question: will she still be alive to watch him fall?

After getting married, my husband never touched me. I always thought he was asexual until one day, to my shock, I discovered he was having an affair!

Because he and his lover were too intense during sex, his lover ended up in the hospital!

What shocked me even more was that the person he was having an affair with was his sister!

At that moment, my heart felt like it was being scalded with boiling oil, the pain was excruciating...

He is the First Wolf.
Five thousand years of blood and moon and hunger carved into a man who no longer remembers how to ask.
She is the last High Priestess reborn, the only woman who ever made the Moon scream, and the only one who can end his curse… or finish him for good.
Eva Harlow doesn’t believe in fate. She believes in locks, in exits, in never owing anyone anything.
Malach Whitaker believes in one thing only: her.
He has waited through empires and plagues and the slow rot of centuries, collecting pieces of her dead lives like a dragon hoards gold. This time he is done waiting. This time the torc is around her throat before she even knows she’s been caught.
Beneath a shuttered Appalachian megachurch lies The Hollow: an underground coliseum of rust, rage, and pack law.
Here, silver scars and moonshine flow in equal measure.
Here, the bond between them is a living blade: every touch sharpens it, every refusal makes it bleed.
Body. Blood. Womb.
Three offerings she swore to a Goddess who no longer walks the earth.
Three offerings she will have to give freely, or watch the world drown in wolves.
She will try to run.
He will let her.
She will try to kill him.
He will die smiling, because the curse won’t let him stay dead until she loves him enough to break it.
This is not a love story.
This is a claiming.
This is the sound of a five-thousand-year hunger finally sinking its teeth into the only throat it was ever meant for.
Dark. Feral. Inevitable.

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

Alex Carter spent years being invisible.

A corporate slave buried under debt, overtime, and stolen promotions, he watched his toxic boss take everything he worked for.

Then the world ended.

A mysterious System descended upon Earth, transforming humanity into Adventurers in a deadly new reality filled with monsters, classes, and endless opportunities for power.

While others panic, Alex awakens an impossible talent:

SSS-Rank Talent, Gods Chosen.

Maximum luck.

Guaranteed drops.

Guaranteed upgrades.

Hidden world secrets.

And a destiny unlike any other.

Moments after the apocalypse begins, Alex becomes the first person in his sector to claim a kill.

The first to earn a title.

The first name the entire city remembers.

Now, with monsters evolving, kingdoms rising from the ruins of civilization, and ancient gods watching from beyond the System, Alex must carve his path through a world where only the strongest survive.

The age of corporations is over.

The age of legends has begun.

And Alex Carter intends to become the greatest Adventurer the End World has ever seen.

For mature readers only.
This is a collection of short adult stories centered on desire, attraction, lust, and moments where people give in to what they want.
Each story explores different situations — some risky, some emotional, some purely physical — where boundaries don't always hold.
The focus is on intense connections, bold choices, and encounters that leave an impact.
These stories are fast-paced, direct, and meant to be read for pure enjoyment.

"Breaking News Kyler Jacobs has been taken off the market rumor has it she is the CEO of CoLab Inc what a match made in heaven."
"No, my dream guy is off the market someone please tell me this is a joke."
'Wedding bells are ringing'
"Can that woman really be that beautiful? They look perfect together they look like royalty."
"OMW HAS NO ONE SEEN THEY ARE WEARING MATCHING OUTFITS. TALK ABOUT ROMANTIC"
"Oh, my word yes they are matching why didn't I see that before."
While reading the comments I am completely blown away by the number of compliments its 7:30 in the morning and the entire country is in a frenzy no wonder my mom called me at 5 in morning.


Carla Simpson A CEO of a million-dollar company at age twenty. Her parents died when she was 12 years old. Kyler Jacobs a twenty-eight-year-old Billionaire falls in love with Carla at first sight. He arranges to be present at her meeting and what looked like intimate pictures of the couple went viral over the internet. Kyler's mother fakes a heart attack to force him to marry Carla. The two fall in love, but many trials and tribulations come in between them will the couple survive, or will they call it quits?
The first book in the series, for the sequel, please read The Billionaire's Secret Little Wife

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.

When her father was wrongfully jailed, Ella’s fiancé Noah betrayed her for her best friend Cassandra, sending her to the disabled tycoon Sebastian to atone for a fake crime. For five years, she suffered abuse, three miscarriages and public humiliation, until she uncovered their cruel conspiracy: Cassandra stole her kindness, and everyone she trusted framed her family.
Ella faked her death to escape the endless abyss. As all betrayers perished, the guilt-ridden Sebastian traveled far and wide to seek his long-overdue redemption.

EROTICA ROMANCE.
RATED 18+.

"Oh my God!" I moan.

"Mmm. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby," he says to me.

He starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. I throw my head back and moan louder. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans fill his little office. I wonder if maybe people can hear us. It's so fucking hot and I can feel myself getting closer again when he pulls out.

I look back at him and he's grinning. He's fucking with me. He puts his cock up to my pussy and thrusts inside of me. Then he pulls out and does it again. I feel him stick a finger inside of my asshole.

"Mmm," I'm loving this. Every damn second is pure ecstasy. I find that I already want to come again.

He's fingering my asshole and fucking my pussy and the feelings mixed are amazing. I reach around in front of me and begin to rub my clit.

"Are you gonna come again baby?" he asks.

"Yes," I moan and rub myself faster. He starts fucking me harder and deeper, thrusting into me with all of his power. We're moving the desk and either he hasn't noticed or he just doesn't care.

Not even death could keep them apart…

When a mysterious heirloom locket sends Shayne Anderson into the future, she becomes completely engulfed in a world of magic and secrets. She quickly finds herself learning about her family’s hidden curse while she struggles with being out of place and time. Shayne is dealt a devastating blow when she learns that a past chain of events led to her death the night before her high school graduation, ten years ago. While trying to harness the powers growing inside her, she believes she has found redemption in the arms of her old crush Jeffrey, who had clandestine ties to her past. But their passion is put to the test when Shayne discovers who is responsible for her greatest tragedy. The terrible secrets they both carry threaten to tear them apart as they try to cheat fate and find the balance that will keep their love alive.

Sophie is speech impaired; she communicates by writing on pieces of paper and always carries a notebook with her. She clearly expresses her anxiety and pain through these notes. It is fascinating that whenever she goes out, she doesn't appear to be a pitiable figure. Sophie is bold, clever, and enthusiastic. She is a baker and owns her own shop.

Sophie's story is compelling, and there is much to her central character. People assume she has been mute from birth, but her condition is the result of mistreatment by her uncle, Mr. Adrian, when she was 12.

Sophie decided to fight and survive, always picking up the shattered pieces of herself. Will she be able to fight and find her voice again?

Zora’s heart, which had locked away five years of lingering love, ultimately became a gift Simon himself cut open and cruelly tore from her chest.
The moment the truth came to light, regret pierced Simon’s soul like a frozen blade, and bone-numbing agony shattered what little reason and pride he had left.
Trapped in an endless obsession of atonement, he groveled humbly, begging for forgiveness. Between his broken sincerity and the unresolved love and hatred, their fates became intertwined once again.

After being poisoned by her foster sister for years—fed weight-gain hormones disguised as vitamins—Chloe Harrison lost 90 pounds and clawed her way back from rock bottom.
Her cruel foster sister Mia even tricked her into a humiliating one-night stand with what she called "a fat, balding stranger." But that night was anything but shameful—it was unforgettable.
Now Mia has one final insult: marry the "pathetic cripple" Mia publicly rejected—a bankrupt, wheelchair-bound recluse named Julian Astor.
However, everything changes when Chloe walks into that conference room. Julian isn’t a broken old man—he’s six-foot-three of raw power in a Tom Ford suit, a devastatingly possessive billionaire CEO who makes her forget how to breathe.
All of a sudden, her contract marriage turns into something dangerously real. Julian doesn’t just want her on paper—he wants to worship every curve, trace every scar, and take her every single night.
Why does his touch feel so hauntingly familiar? And why does he look at her like he’s been searching for her since that rainy night?
A ruthless billionaire couldn’t possibly be obsessed with the woman he was never supposed to keep… could he?

In his eyes, I had always been "understanding." Understanding enough not to fight, not to make scenes, not to ask for status.

He said we couldn't go public now, but it was for our future.

Only later did I realize that his "future" never included me.

He chose power, chose arranged marriage, chose to keep me hidden. When I finally left, he started having regrets, started saying he loved me.

But by then I understood—he wasn't regretting losing me. He panicked because I was no longer obedient, no longer his.

So I never gave him another chance. I turned and walked away.

But that was only the first step.

I chose to let the truth surface at his moment of greatest triumph, to let him taste what it feels like to lose everything.

"You were like a starved beast last night," I complained, spreading jam on my toast.
Gideon's hands froze mid-knot on his tie. He turned to me, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.
"Nadia, are you out of your mind? I was in the study finishing up that proposal last night. I crashed on the couch at three in the morning. I never even went into the bedroom."
The knife dropped from my hand onto the table.
If the man I made love to all night wasn't my husband.
Then... who was it?

He once swore the whole world to me，yet he threw me aside without a second thought，all for his precious adopted sister.
He trampled on my love, ruined my youth, and let me fall into the abyss alone while doting on another woman.
Years later, I return from the ashes, powerful and cold.
I will step into his world, shatter his fame, destroy his fortune, and take away everything he holds dear.
He abandoned me for his adopted sister.
Now, I am his inevitable ruin.