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She was her own person and knew exactly what she wanted.
He owned the shit and thought he could do anything.
She had something he wanted, but she didn't know it.
He had what she'd always dreamed of, but she had no idea how to get it.
She lied for love.
He didn't forgive anyone.
She hated him from the first time she saw him.
He tried to destroy her in every possible way.
Bárbara Novaes never imagined that her peaceful life would suddenly turn upside down, when a deathbed request would make her main objective be to enter the life of the best known CEO in the country.
Heitor Casanova has never seen a woman as persecuting and insistent as Bárbara. But it didn't cross her mind that she didn't want the same as everyone else: "him".
The bond that united them would force them both to live under the same roof, with a single common goal: to protect what they loved most.
Was it possible for mutual anger to turn into love?
Would they admit the new feelings that arose, which they were not able to accept?
And they would overcome together all the obstacles that would be created to prevent this relationship from happening???

"What's wrong I did with you that you have been torturing me, for God's sake leave, I will never forget your favor, please..."
She pleaded with him with teary eyes. But he grabbed her silky hair in his tight grasp and said.
"Don't show me your crocodile tears, it's not impacting me, good man inside of me died a long time ago, the man who is standing in front of you is a stone made, a deaf stone, no matter how many times you beat your head with it, you will be at loss, what's wrong my dad and I did with you? nothing....but still I am suffering, and my dad.....my dad lost his life, turning someone else life into miserable, how you people can remain happy.....?
He was not n his senses.
She can't endure anymore, so she remains silent.
Shanzal, who came to know his sister has eloped with her lover on her very marriage day. To take revenge from the man with whom his sister ran away, he kidnapped the sister of that man and torture her brutally to death.
But the reality was far from what he perceived. Later on, when he came to know about the fact he has already done more harm than any good.

“Hey, here I am soothing you because you had a bad dream, and you go all meany kitten on me. That’s not fair. And, by the way, we both know that dream has very little to do with your powers and much to do with the Mission Impossible marathon you had going on yesterday evening. It took me ages to get to sleep with all the noise from the movie. And werewolves are much cooler than that secret agent impostor.”
He's cute when he gets all worked up, I can’t help teasing him a little more.
“True, but the tailored black suit and the motorcycle, they are kind of sexy, don’t you think?” I ask innocently.
“I wear suits every day, and I can ride a motorbike too!” he protests indignantly.
“Can you? And what else can werewolves do?” I ask enticingly, moving into a straddling position, and caressing his firm chest with my fingers.
His expression turns somber, and his strong hands grip my wrists.
“Were you leading me on on purpose, weren’t you?”
“I was,” I confess, with a small laugh.
“Then I’ll show you what else werewolves can do!”
In a heartbeat he has me flipped on my back on the bed, his big frame hovering over mine; his glowing blue eyes want to devour me, and I immediately feel that thrill of fear and excitement that always preludes our intimate encounters.
“Show me what you can do, Wolfie,” I tease again, and again he doesn’t disappoint me.

A mysterious professor. A curious heart. A forbidden love that will change everything.


"Now, you'll just follow my command." As he told me, I nodded my head meekly, sitting on the desk. "Professor wants his favorite student to stand up and come to him."

As he commanded, I stood up and sauntered to him. My heartbeat was accelerating with every step I was taking toward him.

"Now remove your top for your professor, my favorite student." As he ordered, I flushed, moving my eyelashes down.

"Do it fast, Princess. I'm waiting." As he spoke, I moved my eyes up at him shyly. He pointed his finger at my top. I held the hem of my green top and pulled it over my head, gazing at his handsome face sheepishly.

"Now give it to me." As he said, I instantly gave my top to him, and he inhaled my scent from the top, closing his eyes.

"Your scent is exquisite, Princess." He whispered after opening his eyes.

He kept my top on the table. "Now this." He pointed his finger at my bra, asking me to take it off. I blushed hard before taking my hands behind me and unlocking it. This was really increasing my excitement.

As I removed it, he moved his eyes down at my twins and then up at me. "You're really beautiful, Princess." He complimented me, touching my heart.

He pulled out his hand, and I gave my bra to him. Then like this, I pulled out my jeans and undies too and gave them to him. This was arousing my desires more.

He was gazing at my body like he was gazing at the stars. "I like you like this. You are so beautiful, Princess. For me, your body is perfect from every corner."

His eyes watched me as I remained only inches from his mouth. I bit my lip, waiting to see what he would do next. His hand reached up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek, but he didn’t move a muscle. He was giving me the power to make the first move, and it felt… amazing.
I relished in his touch for just a moment longer before slowly closing in the gap. When our lips brushed, I knew it was the right decision. It made my skin tingle and burn, pleasure clawing its way out so fast that my knees felt weak. This moment. Everything was leading up to this point.

It seemed like nothing would get out of plans for billionaire Alpha Rafe Silvius, and indeed he had the control of the world, that was until human journalist Lila came to shake his world and everything he thought he could control. Lila is her own world, and most definitely she is not going to be easy to conquer.

The Billionaire's Howl is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

To set a fire, you need a spark. Lily and Cade always had one, but her brother -- Cades best friend -- kept the tinder damp. Besides, Cades a man whore. When a man is that hot, someones always going to get burned. Lily should have learned her lesson the first time she touched fire, when he left town the morning after they finally hooked up.Yet all these years later, the embers still smoldering.She's working at the local bakery, in control of the heat... until he walks back into her life. Fresh from the wildfires of Montana, Cades lost everything he held dear, and the losses left scars. They soon find that more than ever, they are better together. Their love grows, quick and hot.Despite what her brother might say, Cade needs what Lily gives him. But theres no such thing as a controlled burn.And every secret carries the risk of a backdraft.

Six years ago, Evelyn White caught her husband Arthur Collins cheating, then left his mansion—pregnant and unseen. Now she’s back as Eve, a top artist, with two genius twins. At her exhibition, the kids yell “Mommy”… and Arthur’s world breaks. He’s obsessed with dragging her (and the kids he never knew) back. She just wants to paint and protect her family. But as their past’s lies unravel, escaping him means fighting for more than just freedom.

"Kiss it for me, sister…"
I had no idea the milk I drank every night was handmade by my foster brother, Luciano.
After I turned down his confession yet again, I stared at the milk he’d brought me so eagerly and knocked it to the floor in disgust.
The boy who’d always been quiet and obedient suddenly snapped.
He pinned me flat to the ground, his face inches from mine, his breath brushing my ear:"I get it. You want to drink fresher milk, don’t you?"
I never imagined the boy I’d raised all these years could spiral this far out of control with his twisted feelings for me.
So the very next day, I put him behind bars with my own two hands, determined to put an end to this messed-up obsession for good.

Elliot Knox and I were in court fighting over custody of our daughter.

In my first life, when the judge asked who she wanted to live with, I heard her thoughts.

Mom looks so sad. Cordelia wants to stay with Mom...

My eyes welled up right there. I signed away half of everything we owned and walked away with nothing else, just to keep her with me.

Three months after I got custody, my sweet, obedient daughter handed the FBI a forged tax fraud document herself.

I spent years in prison with everyone in there gunning for me, and I died coughing up blood on a snowy winter night.

In my second life, I wasn't about to risk it again. I gave custody to Elliot instead.

A few years later, he ended up in the hospital, gravely ill. By the time I got there, he was barely hanging on. He told me:

"It was Cordelia... she's been poisoning my medication..."

I opened my eyes again and found myself back in that courtroom.

That same childish voice went off in my head right on cue, word for word identical to the last two times.

But this time, I looked up and saw Elliot across from me, clearly reborn too, his face full of the same shock and confusion.

So which one of us does she actually want?

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.

He promised to come back, and he did.But he came back with another woman… and a royal letter.Ravena had waited faithfully—holding his pack together, taking care of his father, and ruling alone for a year.But when Alpha Lucien returned from war, he brought his fated mate with him… and told Ravena to fund their wedding.Humiliated and betrayed by the very household she saved, Ravena asked for only one thing: a divorce.And when she walks out again, it isn’t as a Luna.It’s as a Princess.Crowned by the King himself, Ravena is done waiting, done weeping, and done playing their game. But beneath everything going on, something darker simmers. Her family’s death wasn’t fate—it was betrayal. And someone in the kingdom made sure the truth stayed buried.Now, Ravena wants answers and vengeance.But when war threatens the realm and she decides to fight only one man dares to walk beside her on the battlefield.Prince Evander.Cold-eyed. War-marked. Dangerous.And drawn to her in ways no one dares name aloud.Will he be her sword?Or her downfall?

The prophecy has been around for a long time before even Alexi's parents were born. It was inevitable that there would be a Vampire who sought total dominance over the mystical beings. His hatred of all species except his own was fueled by his belief that vampires were superior to most mystical creatures. But what he hated most were werewolves. There is a prophecy that mentions a child that will be born in a certain year. Both she and her mate will be gifted with great powers by the Moon Goddess once they are mated. When the Vampire King is overthrown, only then will werekind have a chance to triumph over the vampires. Alexi was so freaked out when she saw herself turning into a White Wolf with a name, Kiki. However, it was weirder to talk to her like a friend

When the debate is evenly matched, it's called discourse.
When you drag a socially anxious mess who can barely string together a coherent sentence onto the judgment platform of Ivy League elites—that's public execution.
My name is Scarlett Hayes. Ten minutes ago, if anyone had told me I'd be standing in a two-thousand-seat auditorium, pointing at Arthur—the nation's debate king—and shredding his logic to ribbons, I would've told them to see a shrink.
But right now, that sketchy pink energy shot I slammed down is surging through my bloodstream like molten adrenaline.
And that logic engine—the one that's been dead for twenty years, paralyzed by fear—just roared back to life.

To save my girlfriend, I crippled my right leg, reducing myself to the lowest scum in the shelter for anyone to trample on.

In return, I watched her nestle in the leader’s arms, using perfume in disgust to mask her nausea at my festering wound. To prove her loyalty to her new lover, she coldly looked down at me and pressed the release switch, plunging my broken body into a waste pit dozens of meters deep.

Waiting below were thousands of pale, starving skeletal claws.

They thought they had simply discarded an eyesore, free to continue their comfortable lives up in the high tower. Little did they know, the Dark-Gold tier virus dormant within my ruined leg finally awakened, triggered by the scent of fresh blood.

When the endless zombie horde fell to their knees at my feet, letting out whimpers of absolute submission, I knew—it was time for me to rewrite the rules of survival in this wasteland.

"Now that you have two mates, it means I will have to share you... with her!"

Marcus wrapped an arm around Raven's waist, drew himself up to his full height and said, "I, Marcus Ashwood, today reject you, Anastasia as my mate."

"NO!" I shrieked. The tears I had been holding back spilled over. "You you can't"

As twin daughters of Moongrave Kingdom, Anastasia and Raven lives a totally different life. One is a servent, and the other is a nobel princess.

Enduring mistreatment from her twin sister, rejected by their shared mate, lost her wolf. Anastasia has no other choice but to attend the Luna Selection Ceremony.

Amidst the turmoil of Luna selection trials, the revelation of hidden identities, and the looming specter of war, Will Anastasia succumb to the darkness foretold, or rise as the light destined to unite the werewolf world?

My daughter helped my husband cheat.

My ten-year-old begged me to take her to a summer camp in Italy. My husband looked at her like she hung the moon. Booked the tickets right there.

I thought I was the luckiest mom alive.

Then I checked the pet camera from overseas.

There he was, fucking my daughter's riding instructor on our couch.

But what really killed me? What he said, "Don't worry. Nina wants that horse bad enough, she'll keep her mom in Europe as long as we need."

Back home, my husband dropped a receipt. Two identical limited edition watches.

He froze. My sweet daughter didn't miss a beat, "Dad used the other one to bribe someone so I could get my horse!"

They lied in perfect sync. That's when something in me broke.

They thought I was still that stupid, trusting wife.

What they didn't know?

I'd already signed a contract. Going back to my art career in New York.

The night wolves burned Settlement Seven to the ground, Aria Voss lost everything.
‎Her home. Her people. Her twin brother Marcus, twenty-two years old, buried in ash and rubble while she dug his grave with her bare hands.
‎Most people would have run away.
‎Aria ran toward it.
‎Four months of tracking one burned document led her to one name, Vayne. The most powerful wolf pack in the region. A pack with an army, a territory, and a Supreme Alpha whose word was absolute law.
‎She crossed their border at midnight. Alone. On purpose.
‎Not to beg. Not to hide. To find the person who gave the order and make sure they answered for it.
‎What she didn't plan for was Kael.
‎The youngest Alpha pulled her from the dark instead of killing her. Hid her. Protected her. Taught her the world she had walked into, and somewhere in the middle of all that, fell in love with her.
‎She didn't plan for that either.
‎Then Damon arrived.
‎The heir. The eldest cousin. Cold, brilliant, and dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with his teeth. He looked at Aria once and decided he wanted what belonged to his cousin.
‎Not from love.
‎From pride.
‎And above them both sat Aldric, the Supreme Alpha. Ancient. Calculating. A man who had been moving pieces on a board for sixty years.
‎Aria thought she came to destroy the Vayne pack.
‎She had no idea the Vayne pack had been waiting for her.
‎Two Alphas will fight over her.
‎One king will claim her.
‎And the girl who crossed the border expecting to die will end up ruling everything.

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

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

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

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

What is five minutes enough for?

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

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

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

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

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

When my mother-in-law and I went undercover on our own yacht, a woman in a bikini pointed at us and screamed, "Broke trash!"

She ordered the bodyguards to throw us into the sea.

"This is the VIP section! You freeloading scum snuck on board for free food and drinks—get lost!"

She pinched her nose, looking at my mother-in-law and me with complete disgust.

I said coldly, "This is a public area. We have the right to be here."

"Public area?" She burst into shrill laughter, dripping with arrogance. "Do you even know whose yacht this is? My boyfriend's! The most powerful man in this city!"

Victoria and I exchanged confused looks—this yacht, the Poseidon, was clearly being managed by my husband Alexander.

When did he become someone else's boyfriend?!

My fiancé accused me of not caring about family.
To appease him, I planned a family vacation.
But the night before we left, he informed me that he'd given my first-class seat to his childhood sweetheart.
And me? He stuck me in coach on a flight flagged for possible terror threats.
Everyone in his family thought I should just go along with it.
That was the moment I woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and booked myself a trip to Hawaii instead.
Then I turned off my phone and let them sweat over the hotel bill.
It wasn't until their reservation got canceled that they finally started to panic.

He wasn’t searching for love.

He wasn’t ready for him.

But some things—like family, and falling—happen when you least expect them.

When Ezra Anderson's sister dies, he inherits three young children and a crumbling rural property he's nowhere near prepared for. Overwhelmed, heartbroken, and freshly dumped, Ezra turns to the one person he shouldn't: Sebastian Brown—the gentle, steady Omega child psychologist he once shared one reckless night with... and never dared to call back.

Sebastian offers a safe harbor. Routine. Warm hands and a softer kind of strength Ezra didn’t know he craved.

What starts as survival—two men building a life for three grieving kids—soon strains under the weight of something deeper. The Omega in Sebastian draws Ezra like gravity, making every glance burn and every touch linger. The lines between family and something more blur until Ezra can no longer pretend.

One night becomes two. Secrets slip into routines. And somewhere between sneaking into beds at night and morning coffee, Ezra faces the one truth he swore he'd never have to:

He might not be as straight, or as strong, as he thought.

As his Alpha instincts pull him closer to Sebastian’s Omega warmth, the world outside keeps pressing in. Desire stops hiding. And when the outside world comes knocking, Ezra is forced to choose:

Keep pretending... or hold on to the only thing that feels like home.

SNEAK PEEK:

“I’m not in love with you. I just… don’t know how to breathe when you’re not there.” - Ezra

“I’m not gay. I’m just yours.” - Ezra

“You keep saying you’re not mine… but you keep choosing me.” - Sebastian

“You’re allowed to love me, you know.” - Sebastian

NB: 18+ (Tissues highly recommended.)

Halfway through my wedding, just as I was about to vow eternal love to my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Derick, the doors swung open, and his beta—Rebecca Guzman—strode in.
Pregnant.
The hall fell silent, the weight of her presence pressing down on everyone.
Derick, my fated mate—the boy I had cherished since we were kids—barely reacted. Instead, he stepped toward her, steadying her with a tenderness that should have been reserved for me. It was as if she were the one in the white dress, as if this were her moment.
Then, without the slightest hint of remorse, he declared, “I know I can’t formally marry Beta Rebecca, but I promised her a wedding. Our pup deserves a whole family.”
His next words were like ice in my veins. “From this day forward, she will also be my Luna. You must treat the pup in her belly as if it were your own.”
A shiver ran through me, sharp and unforgiving.

Liya built her world around Marcus.
She trusted him with everything, her heart, her life, her children.

But on the day she buried her babies, Liya walked into a truth she was never meant to believe.

Her husband pressed against his step sister, moaning her name.
His hands gripped around her waist. Their bodies so close together as they enjoyed the moment, moaning and whispering.
She learned they murdered her twins for an experiment.
Used them as living in-vivo subjects for Clarissa’s failed research. Lied about COVID complications.
And now, they planned to destroy her, steal her company shares……and harvest her unconscious mother’s kidney.

Betrayed. Broken. She collapsed. Only to wake up in a hospital bed with Marcus suddenly acting like the perfect husband and Clarissa pretending to be the grieving sister-in-law.

But Liya remembers everything.

She remembers the lies.The betrayal.
The murder.

And she remembers one more thing, she’s done being their victim.

But when she calls her father for help, someone else answers the phone.

Benjamin Marino. A mafia Don.
Her father’s oldest enemy… and the man she has been running from.

Now Liya has a plan. A 99 + 1 revenge gifts.

Savannah was an adorable college student. To revenge her ex-boyfriend, Savannah was boldly intended to kiss a "handsome enough" man and take a video to piss her ex off.
However, she chose Callan, the most eligible bachelor in the world.
Out of Savannah's prediction, she was teased that she had no idea what a real kiss was. Then the man even taught her in person. In a great panic, Savannah ran away.
Savannah left a deep impression on Callan. However, he never thought he would meet Savannah so soon, especially, at the... male toilet!

Warning: Mature content/ R18+ only
“Take a chance on me,” I indirectly invited him to come to my apartment even though I just met him.
Damn! The honesty in my brain cursed. It was just so wrong. However, I really hoped he would say yes and fulfill my sexual needs. He smirked, caressing my silky hair.
“Maybe I’m wasted, but this condom in my pocket doesn’t have to be,” he pecked my lips again.


In which Samantha Taylor and her best friend Trish planned to surprise Samantha’s boyfriend on the night of their first anniversary to have sex with him because he never had attempted even once to screw her but to her dismay, Miggy ditched her and didn’t show up.
Samantha decided to have fun that night and have a girl’s night out with Trish but just like her boyfriend, she couldn’t reach her too. So, she went alone to that famous nightclub in town and there she met the hottest and the most gorgeous man on earth.
She poured all her frustrations from Miggy over that stranger by having a one-night stand with him. She thought it was just like that. She thought they’d forget each other and never bumped each other’s world again after that incident.
Until she met Miggy’s best friend. Not only was Caleb Moore sinfully handsome and incredibly charming—he’s also the hot stranger she had a one-night stand with two days ago. Samantha and Caleb knew anything more than being civil with each other when Miggy was around.
But the more time they spent together, the more their connection became all-consuming and Samantha found herself forced to choose between her boyfriend and the hottest best friend of her boyfriend, Caleb.

He was her fated mate... and her father's killer.

Aria Delvin grew up haunted by loss. Her mother died giving birth, and her rogue-hunter father was slain when she was just a teen. When mysterious and alluring Connor Gareth wanders into her Pack, claiming to be a packless wolf seeking refuge, Aria finds herself drawn to him in ways she can't explain. Their connection ignites under the full moon, and their bond is sealed when they discover they are fated mates.

But Connor hides a devastating truth: he’s the Rogue Alpha responsible for her father’s death, sent to destroy her Pack from within. Torn between love and vengeance, he walks away offering Aria a cold, fake rejection rather than confess the truth.

Heartbroken and abandoned, Aria's world shatters further when she learns she's pregnant. Refusing to let her child be defined by a legacy of blood and betrayal, she raises her son in secret, with the help of her best friend and protector, Noah.

Years later, fate brings them together again in the most dangerous of places,rogue territory. As past and present collide, buried truths surface, and longheld emotions ignite. But when love is tangled in betrayal, and loyalties are tested by old wounds, can two hearts find their way back to each other?

In a world of wolves, war, and wounded hearts, can a forbidden love get a second chance... or will their past destroy them for good?

Lena Stormrider, a feisty, independent werewolf who has no interest in marrying for power, has consistently disregarded the Shadowfang pack's norms. However, everything she believed to be true about love and loyalty is destroyed by a single, intense night spent with Kai Blackthorn, the heir to the opposing Blackthorn pack. What started out as a brief moment of escape turns into a tempest that could destroy their worlds.
An unanticipated result of Lena and Kai's forbidden desire is a pregnancy that may spark conflict between two rival packs. The mystery of their connection, a love that has the power to either save or ruin them both, haunts them both. Lena must make the painful decision to either walk away and lose the one thing that has ever made her feel fully alive or risk everything—her pack, her future, and the love she has battled so hard for—in order to protect the kid she never asked for as the full moon rises.
However, the stakes are higher than anyone could have predicted. In addition to being the heir to both packs, their child—the result of this prohibited union—is a powerful force that has the ability to change the course of their planet.

A startling betrayal threatens to shatter the tenuous peace that Lena and her family have worked so hard to preserve as she fights to keep them together. The ultimate test of devotion, love, and sacrifice must be faced by Lena and Kai after the truth about their child's fate is made public. However, there is not much time left, and the last conflict might be the end of their entire existence.
Will Lena and Kai's love withstand life's trials or will the burden of their packs' history cause them to split up forever?

No names asked , no strings attached just purely .... " ,. " Carnal " , He finished up my sentence with his jaws clenched . " Such a bitch ", He added . I smirked more mischievously when I noticed that his jaws were clenching more with anger . " Precisely not all cops are annoying as you ", l chuckled.
"Don't create the beast out of me ", He growled while glaring at me. " Dammit , is the interrogation done now ? " , I rolled my eyes before removing my hand from the table then placed it on my thighs . " Hands on the table" , He commanded in an annoyed voice which made me to smile in amusement .
"He you wasting my time , l really need to go and find someone who is going to give me a good fuck ", l blurted out the words caring less about the fact that he was a cop. " Huh ! Do you think that is going to happen?", He smirked as he stood up from the chair . " Meaning? ", I asked as l watched him walk towards me .
" You ain't going to anywhere unless you tell me the names of the gangs ", He warned in a low voice as he placed his hand onto the arm of my chair . " This isn't my first time to be interrogated , so don't scare me ",. I challenged him as l turned my head to look at him . With him behind me , his face was merely inches away from mine . This made his minty and smoky breath to fill my nose
" You do smoke too ? " , I asked a bit surprised . " I do fuck too " , His response shocked made my mouth to fall open . He was damn serious because before I could reply to him, his other hand shockingly fall on top of my hand that was lying next to my crotch then made me rub myself.

Aura Gracesyella Park, a famous soloist, is forced to lose her virginity due to a one-night stand with a handsome stranger man named Axel Xavier. In a bid to avoid scandal, Aura daringly escapes before the man beside her wakes up, hoping to never encounter him again. However, fate has other plans. Aura never anticipated that Axel would turn out to be her new bodyguard, assigned to protect her.

Eventually, Aura is compelled to share living quarters with Axel, at least until he is convinced that she is not carrying his child. How will Axel and Aura conceal their closeness to prevent public scrutiny? And what about Lionel, the man who has feelings for Aura?

Warning: Explicit content
"How do you feel?" He asked as he played with my breast.
"I feel... I feel like I'm addicted to you...."I hissed in pleasure as he bit on my nipple.
"Go on I want to hear it," he said in a low tone that made my skin heat up again.
"You're a sin I can't fight against. You make me want more of you even when it's not right and it's toxic." I said almost whispering still trying to catch my breath.
"And you love it even if it feels forbidden."
" S-scott we shouldn't...."
"Shhh...." He ordered as he stroked my wet clit with his fingers making me moan. "I don't want to hear more of your guilty confessions, I want you..." He paused and drew his face closer to my ears to whisper to it. "I want you to forget everything and just think about you and me and the feelings that come with our body bonding in each other's heat."


She is a stripper, entangled in the men's world. All she ever wanted was to have lots of money, a successful career, and lots of men to satisfy her sinful desires. Her name is Thea, flip through the pages of this book to find out how she lives out her erotic fantasies and the lifestyle of guns and men.

Would it be a fair revenge or cheap stunt to sleep with my Ex's best friend?
.....
"Go easy there..." He stands way too close to me. I glance at him but don't object.
"Why do you care? It might serve you some purpose." I say while sipping my drink. He takes a hint and wraps his arm around my waist.
"Good point! But I don't like sloppy girls in my bed."

That one mistake and Natalie’s life became hell. Now she wants to spend her last year in school quietly with her head down. The past year bought so much drama and pain in her life, she wants to stay invisible and forget everything. Things get stirred up when his hot new neighbor joins her at school.

Jacob doesn't like to explain his lack of interest in girls (or boys) to others. Girls hitting on him now and then doesn't help his case either. He knows he is different, but not sure exactly how. Life is about figuring yourself out and it's called a Spectrum for a reason, after all. When his friends were crushing over girls at barely 12-13 years old, He thought his time would come probably a year or later. Just when he lost all his hopes, he finally meets his first crush ever at the sweet age of 17.
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Steamy Romance - No Abuse - HEA - 18+

Some scars you wear on your skin. Others you hide in your heart.

Tessa Morgan never imagined her life would become a cage of hushed apologies and hidden bruises. Once an aspiring artist, now she survives each day under the cruel control of Marcus Reynolds—a man whose love turned to ownership.

But when fate throws her into the path of Ryder Bishop, Vice President of the Hellfire MC, she glimpses a chance at freedom she'd thought lost forever.

With danger closing in and desire growing stronger, Tessa must decide: stay in the chains she knows, or trust the outlaw who could set her free.

But Marcus isn't letting go—and neither are his secrets. In a world where loyalty can kill and love can save, will she find the courage to choose her own path?

"Can I see the length of it's cock? How long does it last in bed?"

"Ma’am, it’s an AI-generated robot, personally designed to attend to human needs… meaning it can go as many rounds as you desire."

"Good. I’ll take it."

Jade Winters was tired of men who finished too fast, who never cared about her cravings, her kinks, her wildest fantasies. She wanted more...more stamina, more passion, more danger. So when she stumbled upon an advert for the country’s newest pleasure innovation..AI robots programmed to fulfill a woman’s every desire, she ordered one without a second thought.

Her model: Eros-7. Cold circuits. Perfectly sculpted. A machine built for sin.

At first, it was just sex...wild, limitless, unrestrained. She told him her darkest fantasies, and he obeyed without hesitation. He wasn’t supposed to feel, wasn’t supposed to crave her back. But soon Jade began to see something in his eyes… something too human. Something forbidden.

What she doesn’t know is the truth behind the fantasy:
These “robots” aren’t machines. They are humans, stolen at birth, their memories erased, their bodies programmed into flawless, obedient creations.

And when the President declares that all robots will be destroyed, Jade faces the nightmare of losing the only being who ever truly satisfied her… and the only man she’s ever loved.

But what happens when she finds him again, not as her robot, but as a human, with all the passion and danger that comes with free will?

Cold Circuits, Hot Passion is a rollercoaster of lust, obsession, and forbidden love in a world where pleasure is manufactured… and desire might just rewrite the code.

At twenty- two, Rain has been waiting for her mate to arrive although she was not in a hurry. For her, the right one will come at the right moment. And that moment arrived when she learned that her own Alpha was her destined mate.

That should have been the happiest moment for Rain if only fate didn't play hard on her. Alpha Killian has already had his chosen mate and she's pregnant with their child. Even if she was the right one and didn't wish to be rejected, she agreed to her mate's terms. But that didn't take long before another Alpha came into their life and meddled in their own business and the result was a devastating rejection.

Heartbroken and barely alive, Rain accepted the rejection and her life fell apart. Just when she was about to give up everything, the Alpha who was the reason she was rejected came and offered her a proposal.

She'll help him and he'll help her.

Rain accepted him and moved into his pack leaving her old mate's pack for good. Just when everything seemed to fall right for Rain, Alpha Killian appeared. He wanted to reclaim her but Rain's new Alpha won't let that happen.

With two Alpha fighting for Rain, who will he choose? The one that broke her apart or the one that fixed her?

And besides, there is danger lurking aside, waiting to snatch her at the right time...

Moving into her mother’s new husband’s mansion was supposed to be a fresh start… not the beginning of her biggest temptation. Cold, powerful, and dangerously irresistible, he keeps his distance — but his eyes say everything his lips refuse to admit. Every stolen glance feels like a sin. Every accidental touch ignites a fire she can’t control. She knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s forbidden. Yet the more they try to resist, the stronger the pull becomes.

But when dark family secrets begin to surface and hidden motives threaten to tear them apart, she must decide — 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁… 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵?

Eva Ann Rayner has always loved her best friend’s brother, Alexander, who is six years older than her. Soon she realizes the gorgeous, temperamental, overprotective, and arrogant Alexander Van Every is forbidden to her and definitely off limits. He doesn’t reciprocate her feelings, nor does he acknowledge her very existence. To him, she is always his little sister’s friend!
Eva loses all hope when Alexander announces his engagement to the daughter of a business mogul. For four years, she concentrates on her studies and career, avoiding Alexander at all costs. With his parents hating her with a vengeance, it isn’t a difficult task at all.
So, what will Eva do when Alexander breaks his engagement after four years? What will she do when she needs to live with her best friend in the same building as him? Can she deal with the whirlwind of feelings that seeing Alexander every day unleashes within her? What happens when hidden secrets about her family are unearthed? Will Eva realize why his family is against her? Will she lose hope in Alexander forever?
Read this unique and epic romance to know how Eva tames the possessive, dominant, overprotective, hot, and jealous billionaire with her sweetness.

In the dimly lit bar, amidst the storm of my haunted past, a painfully handsome stranger took a seat across from me, shattering the fragile peace I had found in the pages of my notebook. His piercing blue eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing me into a dance of desires I dared not acknowledge. Little did I know that this enigmatic man, who haunted my thoughts day and night, was none other than my ex-boyfriend's father. As the tempest of emotions raged within, I faced the dilemma of seeking comfort in his arms when my heart shattered at the hands of his son. The hospital, where I worked to escape the whispers of my past, now became a battleground of suppressed desires. A revelation awaited me – he, the painfully handsome stranger, was not just a doctor in the hospital; he was also my private doctor, his eyes lingering on me in a way that hinted at secrets and a troubled relationship with his son. In the clash of emotions and hidden truths, I must navigate the stormy seas of love, betrayal, and the forbidden allure of the man who holds the key to both my heart and my healing.

Warning: No Cheating

Warning!!!

This book contains lots of steamy and sensual content's!!

Be warned guys!!

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Becky's dad had just died during the war front, and the news of her father's death broke her so hard, but what broke her more was that after seven months of her father's death,her mom has fallen in love with another man and seems happy with him.

Little does she know that she would fall in love with her mom's lover, her step dad and may break her mom's heart, who knows?

When Cory's father suddenly dies, his entire perfect world is torn apart.
Gone is the loving mother, doting sister, lovely house, and the huge allowance. Instead, Cory needs to deal with the bank auctioning off the home he gave his first steps in, an illness that befalls his little sister, and the depression that's eating his mother alive.
Just as it can't get any worse, Patrick with the golden-brown eyes, the infectious laugh, and the rich life eventually showed interest in Cory. The thing that Cory believed would have made his once almost-perfect world completely perfect now becomes his biggest fear as he tries to keep his new life a secret.
With juggling his depression, suicidal thoughts, and self-harm; Cory just doesn't know if the boy with the infectious laugh has a place in his life anymore.

"Out in the Wind"is not just the story of a teen who is forced to grow up sooner than any kid should. It is also a real story that happens to lots of people around the world on a daily. This is a story full of tears, sadness, hope, loss, faith, and love.

Because of her husband, Megan Ashton went to prison.
Inside Prison she learnt everything they could ever be, and she became known as the Female Sovereign.
Master of Medicine.
Master of martial artist, and the most wealthy woman in the country.
When she became of prison, she thought everything was going to live happily ever after, but her husband slammed her with a divorce paper, forgetting all the good deeds Megan had done for him.
Megan just smiled in her mind.
“I will pay you back”

Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me.
Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood.
Yet none knew the truth of my torment.
The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood’s Luna—but it never made me his choice.
For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack’s scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed.
And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered.
Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom.
That’s when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles?
Aren’t worth fighting.
For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave.
But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?

Ethan and I grew up together. We were supposed to exchange rings at the altar, make our vows. But on our wedding day, he left me standing there to go save his so-called suicidal ex. Almost killed my parents from the shame.

Four years later, I'm back in Portland with my husband. The city isn't that big, and of course fate decides to throw him in my path again.

He has the nerve to ask me to be his mistress.

I hold up my left hand, the ring catching the light. "Are you blind?"

I severed our Mate Bond with my own hands.

In that moment, I lay unconscious, bleeding under the silvery moonlight, while he knelt some distance away, clutching his chest as if he had been hollowed out.

Once, he shielded me from nine silver stakes, only to crown another woman; he placed my protective pendant around her neck, then cast me into a water prison. He professed, “I love only you,” yet stood outside my hospital room, nursing her child as if it were his own.

I loathed him, resolved to leave.

I believed this was the end.

Little did I know, as I thought I had finally gained my freedom, he would chase after the debts of blood and regret, intruding upon the new life I was rebuilding—

To redeem a love that no longer sought redemption.

After losing the baby, I finally gave Silas the one thing he had always craved: a trouble-free marriage.

No more interrogations when he stayed out all night. No more hysterical fits over the presence of his first love.

Even when I was discharged from the hospital, and the nurse asked for my husband's signature, I simply replied with chilling calm, "I don't have a husband."

My love for Silas died right alongside our unborn child.

By the time he finally realized the truth and begged me to come back, it would be far too late.

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

Before the wedding, my fiancé, Alpha Kendrick, stood in front of me. Hesitation flickered in his eyes, but so did hope.
“Can you give me a month?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.
A month. Time to see if he could patch things up with Elena Manwaring—his ex-girlfriend. His fated mate.
“If it works out,” he continued, the words deliberate, like he was convincing himself as much as me, “then it’s the Moon Goddess’s blessing. But if it doesn’t… I’ll come back. I’ll marry you. And I’ll leave her behind—forever.”
He meant it. He truly believed this was the honorable thing to do.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. Instead, I let a small, knowing smile tug at my lips.
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “Give it a try. Life’s too short for regrets, right?”
Relief broke over his face like a wave, as though I’d just untangled him from a chain he hadn’t known how to break. That night, he drove off, lighter than I’d seen him in months.
Meanwhile, I packed my bags in silence.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️
This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story.

But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉

Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention?

I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything.

His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?"
I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing."

I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed.

Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care.
I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

Here is the translation, adapted into the explosive, high-stakes style of a bestselling American domestic thriller. The pacing is sharp, and the emotional transition from shock to cold vengeance is deeply amplified:

For five years, I honestly believed I was the happiest woman alive.

Until today. The day I came home early and stood frozen just outside the balcony, listening to his phone call.

"What? Shuying, you're pregnant?" Tingshen's voice was laced with a raw, unbridled euphoria I had never once heard before. "I knew getting rid of Jiang Wan's baby back then was the right move."

My knuckles turned stark white as I death-gripped the ultrasound report in my hand.

Qin Shuying. My absolute worst rival. They had been sleeping together.

"Tingshen, are you sure she won't find out?" Shuying's sickeningly sweet voice drifted through the phone's speaker, piercing my eardrums. "If Jiang Wan ever realizes you were the one who killed her baby, she's going to raise hell."

"Relax." Tingshen laughed, his tone dripping with the kind of casual contempt reserved for swatting a fly. "She's so clueless. She honestly believes it was her own failing body. The stupid bitch even cried and apologized to me. She'd never in a million years suspect I drugged her."

My nails drove so brutally into my palms that they broke the skin.

"Besides, I finally got my hands on her core design drafts. Consider them a welcome gift for our baby. As for her shares in the company..." He paused, savoring his own smugness. "She's about to sign them all over to me anyway. So what if her old man built an empire? It's all dropping right into my lap."

The world tilted violently on its axis.

I was carrying his child again.

Just five minutes ago, before I overheard this monstrous phone call, I had been acting like a giddy fool, planning the perfect way to surprise him with the news.

My trembling hand drifted down to my lower stomach. My chest cracked open, a visceral, violent tearing of my own heart. The baby I had desperately longed for and mourned... chemically aborted by their own father, all to keep his mistress happy.

My sweet babies, I thought, the devastating sorrow rapidly freezing into sheer, icy rage. Mommy is going to make them pay for every drop of blood.