291 Book(s) Related to vampire mistress

Kai Nightshade is cold, engaged to someone else, and furious that the one person who won’t fear him is the girl he’s bonded to for life.

Ronan Vale is exiled, reckless, and looking for exactly the kind of chaos she’s about to become.

Every House at Ravenmoor wants her erased, married off, or weaponized — and none of them expect her to survive long enough to choose for herself.

She’s done being anyone’s snack, anyone’s secret, or anyone’s pawn.

By the time they figure out what she really is, it’ll be too late to stop her.

“Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing. “You turned me! You hated me so much you couldn’t even let me have peace? You had to turn me into a vampire so you could torture me forever?!”

Dahlia was supposed to be dead. She was the commander of the human troops, fighting for her people in the war against vampires till she fell. She thought that was the end, now she wakes up in the bed of none other than the Vampire King.

Cassian couldn't let his mate die so instead he took her and turned her even though he knew she wouldn't be happy. He just wanted her to feel the mate bond as well, since she couldn't as a human.

Now as a vampire, Dahlia has to accept her new reality in a castle she can't escape from. She wants to hate Cassian but the bond keeps pulling her closer. With enemies closer than friends and a curse that could end Cassian looming over them, Dahlia has to decide if her loyalty lies with her mate or with the very forces that want him gone.

"His lips hovered dangerously close to my throat, his breath warm against my skin, as his gaze burned with a hunger that had nothing to do with feeding"

CAPTURED BY THE RUTHLESS VAMPIRE
I was human—fragile, terrified, and trapped in his world. A world where I was nothing more than a pawn, a prize to be claimed by the vampire who had captured me."

Excerpt
I fixed my gaze on his crimson red lips, dying to have a taste of them, my mind overwhelmed with lust as I watched water droplets drip from his sexy black locks of hair, down to his pale face. His wet shirt hugged his body in all the right places highlighting his abs and biceps.
Frustrated, I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his, refusing to deny the feelings I harbored for Carlisle anymore. Just as our lips were about to crash, he placed his index finger on my lips.
"You shouldn't..." He said, killing the mood.
"But why?"
"You don't know what you're getting into with me Peyton, you don't know me or what I'm capable of." He turned to leave, but I followed, determined to get an answer.
"Then show me." I stood in front of him, too involved to back out now.

When twisted steel tore through my stomach in a horrific helicopter crash, I was pushed to the absolute brink of death.

In my darkest moment, Alaric, the Vampire High Lord, saved me.

He healed my shattered body, bound me as his fiercely protected mate, and spoiled me with what I thought was endless devotion.

Until tonight. My blood amulet unexpectedly resonated with our pact's magic, intercepting his encrypted call with his private physician.

"I orchestrated that crash. Maiming her was the only way to justify the continuous blood draws."

"But My Lord, drawing any more will cross the lethal threshold..."

"So what? She has a congenital immunity to pain. As long as she doesn't die, it's an honor for her to bleed to suppress Elena's werewolf venom."

The salvation I worshipped was nothing but a meticulously designed trap to harvest my veins.

If that's the case, I will tear this blood pact to shreds.

Adrasteia Meranza is a 22-year-old novel addict who loves vampire stories. She's sweet and kind, but she won't let anyone step on her pride. Adrasteia is confident and wonderful, but she feels like something is missing from her life; she wants to know the truth about her past that haunts her dreams every night.
Asmodeus Vointeroz is a hundred-year-old vampire who keeps his thoughts to himself. He's mysterious and unreadable, and he doesn't care about what others think. Asmodeus is willing to do anything to protect his vampire clan, even if it means leaving the girl he loves.
Adrasteia is clever, attractive, and valiant. She's in her last year of college at Colmillos University in Colmillos Town, and her library is full of books about vampire romances. Her fantasy is to be devirginized by a strong, masculine, and attractive vampire. However, she soon discovers that the town where she grew up is owned by vampires, and her long-time schoolmate, Asmodeus Vointeroz, is one of them.
Asmodeus is a majestic, serious, stout, and masculine guy who Adrasteia sees as her chance to finally fulfill her sex fantasy. Will Asmodeus agree to what she wants?

Sonja is a down on her luck waitress. Her bills keep climbing and she's stuck in an embarrassing job with no way to escape.
She gets a letter from one Jasper Bright. He demands she come to see him that very night. There's only one problem, Sonja has no idea who he is.
Her boss has been acting very strange lately. Ever since she received that letter he's been almost possessive,
but that couldn't possibly be true, right?
But these men are holding a secret of their own and when Sonja stumbles onto it, her normal everyday troubles are over and she's got a whole slew of much more worrisome ones to deal with.
Just what are you supposed to do when you find yourself in the center of two possessive vampires?

Rejected for transforming from vampire to human, Evan was sold into slavery by her brother to protect her from their parents’ execution.

From a slave, she became a maid in the service of Duke Ezekiel, who claimed her as his own. He fed on her blood—blood that tasted unlike any other. Suspicion gnawed at him; this girl was no ordinary human. She was something greater, something the world itself was searching for. And if that was true, he swore he would be the only one to possess her.

A lady runs into a forest holding her newborn baby while being chased by vampires because of her smell while her lover is fighting with the other vampire who wants to kill her. Until the lady noticed a house not far away, she did not hesitate to enter so that she can hide. 'who are you?" Elena asked in shock to the woman who suddenly entered her home while she was resting. 'Im sorry friend, please help us even if it's just my daughter, hide her from those who are chasing us" she explained breathlessly. 'You are a mortal !! How did you get in here?" Elena asked again confused. She make a barrier to protect herself from vampires only a witch like her can passsed trough it. 'p-Iease help my daughter I don't know how to answer your question. I lost too much blood already and I don't think I can live long. Please take care of my child and don't leave her. I beg you" the lady sighed before kneeling to hold her child properly. 'alright, if that's what you want" Elena said pityingly "my child you are the sole heir of all my property in our family I will give you a peaceful life even if I am not by your side, take care of this necklace because it will prove that you are the daughter of Alexandra Gonzaga take care of yourself I love you so much and im sorry if I cant be with you. ' Alexandra instructed her daughter before she handed her child to Elena she"s crying non stop. 'Go to the address written on this paper, I beg you to take care of her and please don't let her near to vampires. Thank you very much someday I can pay you for this". Alexandra weakedly closed her eyes with a smile on her face because she knew there was someone who willtakecare of her baby for her. While Elena pack her things and carried the child as she hurriedly left her house using the portal she had made . But she decided that she will take care of this child for a while because no one can protect her in human world except her.

“How much for this temptress?” Beta Daniels asked causing me to flinch at the name.

“ 100 jewels.” Came a voice from someone sitting up front.

“200.” Came another voice.

“500” Hollered another.

The room was silent for a moment.

“500 going once, 500 going twice, Sold to Lord Issacson,” Beta Daniels announced.

I felt my heart skip a beat. I had been sold.

“ I want her.” Came a loud snarl.

Everyone in the crowd grew silent.

“Your…Your highness.” Stumbled Beta Daniels, bowing down onto his knee. “We weren’t expecting you tonight.”

“ I want her,” the Vampire King said again. “She is mine.”

“But your highness. She’s already been sold.” Beta Daniels spoke timidly.

“ I don’t care. I want her.” He responded. “ What the king claims, the king gets.”


There’s talk around the supernatural community that Nikolai, is growing weak without a Queen by his side. As the king of vampires, the ruler of the supernatural world, who has been on the throne for a millennium, he would never fall in love with a blood slave he brought from a slave auction.

Wouldn't he?

Soraia was just an ordinary girl until she became the plaything of a vampire and a werewolf, but it was into the cruel vampire's dark world of passion and blood that she sank-and he only wants her for one purpose, to bring his beloved back from the dead and discover what is so valuable hidden in Soraia's blood. But Augustus, the Alpha of the powerful werewolf pack of Lacrimal City knows that Soraia is his true love and with the help of his mother, a gypsy wolf, is willing to do anything to protect her. Miranda was brought back from the dead for one purpose only - to protect Soraia from the hands of Julius Caesar, the vampire who killed her in the distant past. Amy was also just an ordinary girl and Soraia's best friend until she was bitten by a vampire, but it was not the bite that transformed her, but the fire that runs in her veins. Deaths and attacks by beings until recently heard of only in folklore are making the police officers' hair stand on end, and even Deputy Sergio's skepticism is being shaken, not to mention that his investigator is hiding something from him. Malvina faces frequent vampire attacks, but the hardest part is hiding who she really is from her colleagues and the chief of police.

"You're being married to a prince," he said, cold and measured. "You claim you can't contribute to this pack as a warrior? Fine. Then this is your chance at redemption."
"Honor?" I spat the word like poison. "You and the king are exactly the same—both fine sacrificing me for your precious legacy."
"Enough." His voice dropped, dangerous and quiet. "Do you want to spend decades unable to shift? Watching everyone you trained with surpass you? Is that the life you want? Really?"
The denial stuck in my throat. We both knew the answer.
"So leave." Softer now. "You're my most stubborn daughter, Elara. This choice is brutal. Unfair. But at least it's a chance to prove you're still the warrior you claim to be."
He paused at the door. "Some wolves come late," he said quietly. "The ones you have to fight for — they're often more beautiful than anyone ever imagined."
Then he was gone.

She trained like a warrior. Fought like a warrior. Thought like one, planned like one, bled like one — just like the legendary parents whose name she was supposed to carry on.
She just never turned into one.
Every wolf shifts. Elara didn't. One failure erased everything else — no command, no place on the battlefield. Just a wedding dress and a one-way trip to vampire territory.
The last bride sent to secure this same alliance took her own life. Elara is the one they scrambled to send in her place — before the ink on the treaty could even dry.
She tells herself she just has to survive where her predecessor couldn't.
She has no idea what's actually waiting for her in that castle — and by the time she finds out, it's already too late to run.

The vampire kingdom teeters on the brink of chaos as twin brothers, Adrian and Cassian Valerius, wage war for the Vampire King’s throne. One seeks power, the other seeks freedom—but fate has bound them in a far crueler struggle.

When Seraphina Moreau, the ruthless leader of the Vampire Hunters, crosses their path, neither is prepared for what comes next. They should want her dead. Instead, they are BLOODED—a rare and deadly phenomenon where a vampire's dead heart reawakens upon meeting their eternal bride. But Seraphina is not just their Blooded Bride; she is their sworn enemy… and the key to either the vampire race’s salvation or its ultimate downfall.

I was sold by my very own father into slavery, left to be either a tool to be exploited, sucked dry, or killed… either way, my life would still be miserable.

I was bought by a vampire prince who didn’t see me as a person....just a trophy for his mother and her council.

That night, I prayed he would feel every ounce of the pain I had endured. I should have been more careful.

The next morning, I woke up as him… and he woke up as me. Some days I live in my own body. Some days in his. And every day, I never know which is coming.

He is learning what it means to be powerless. I am learning what it means to be feared.

The only way to break this curse is to fall in love.

A prince who rules a city of monsters.
A slave girl who just wants to survive.
I hate vampires… but could I really fall in love with one?

This wasn’t just a love story—it was a war. A battle of control and surrender, of pleasure tangled with power, of a hunger that burned hotter than hate.

Draven Nightbourne didn’t take Reyna for her blood. He didn’t steal her away for power or revenge. He took her because he had to—because fate had bound them together long before she ever knew his name. A prophecy warned that if he failed to protect her, she would be his downfall. But with every whispered command, every slow, torturous test of her submission, he wondered—was she here to destroy him, or to make him kneel?

Reyna swore she would never yield to him. She fought him at every turn, even as her body betrayed her, even as the lines between fear and desire, pain and pleasure blurred into something darkly addictive. Draven never forced—he controlled, breaking her down with silk and steel, binding her in ways that had nothing to do with chains.

She was his captive, his obsession, his mate.

And when his hands pinned her in place, when his mouth brushed the pulse at her throat, when he whispered “mine” like a vow—

She knew she already was.

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Wanted By None, Needed By Both.

Josie Braille has been in love with her next door neighbor since she was 14, too bad he only has eyes for her younger sister.
But then, the night before she begins her first job, masked men break into her house and kidnap her father. She turns to Grayson for help and all evidence point to one culprit, Vladimir Sedof. He was a self made billionaire with mafia ties and his very presence makes Josie loses all sense of awareness except the need to submit to him. Everyone told her that Vladimir was the devil reincarnated and to stay away from him, unfortunately, Josie has never been good at doing as she was told. Besides, Grayson paid more attention to her ever since Vladimir came into the picture. Could he be jealous?
The longer she stays in Vladimir's company, the greater the pull she feels to him and the more restless Grayson gets. All she wanted was to make Grayson jealous, but she ends up falling for Vladimir's dominant personality. Now she has a decision to make between both men. At least she thought she did.
What happens when Josie discovers that she is the only one in love and Vladimir doesn't want her and Grayson was never after her heart?

I was dying, but honestly? Death felt like mercy.

As a vampire, I should have been immortal. But at six years old, I'd made a deal with a demon, gambling my fate on "true love"—if three times I failed to win the heart of the one I loved, the demon would claim my soul.

Just when I thought death was certain, I got pregnant. Morag, the demon, showed rare mercy, promising to wait until I gave birth.

But at eight months, my husband sneered about removing the "bastard." My brother didn't even flinch as he sliced open my belly. My parents cursed that I deserved it—all to save my sister Lycia, who'd somehow "returned from the dead."

The day they cut my child out, not one tear. Not for me.

So why, after I died, were they all on their knees at my grave, sobbing?

Medici and her two vampire lovers.

"Guys, this is Isabella" Sarah introduced me,

"Okay guys so Isabella is apparently a first year, and from a random orphanage and didn't even know that her Dom is a king" Sarah laughed to me.

"You're with Edward? I couldn't handle him" Payton said.

"Handle him?" I asked, the girls all giggled.

"I didn't even make it past his manners phase" Sarah told me.

"Edward shares the throne of England and Russian territory with his father" Veronica explained to me,

"Wait what, England and Russia? What do you mean, England has a queen?" I told them,

"Not the human queen silly, the Vampi-" Payton was cut off by Edward strictly calling my name.

I turned around, terrified,

"Isabella, come here" he called to me, and beckoned for me to come to him. I walked over to him shyly, feeling the glare of jealously on the back of my neck.

"Yes sir?" I asked him when I approached, he sat in between other doms.

"Sit here darling" he told me and motioned to his lap. My cheeks were bright red,

"On-on your lap Edward?" I asked him.

"How DARE you address him by his name-" another dominant said to me, Edward help up his hand to silence him.

"Sweetheart, I know you're still new to this, but you will address me as 'sir' or 'master' here. Now sit on my lap" he told me. I sat on his lap.

Edward whispered something to Eros,

"Punish the girls for the gossip" he said calmly.

"Girls" Eros said harshly, they all looked over

"You all are being punished together for talking about things that are not yours to tell" Edward said calmly. They all look mortified.

"Go wait in the red room, I'll be watching your punishment with my sub" he said calmly.

Arkhaios is a very secret society. Isabella, however, as a human girl was invited. No one knows that Isabella is a pureblood royal child.
"Why would a royal child be orphaned?" someone would asked. Purebloods were rare, powerful, and honored. Royal families rarely concieved.
Because she's a Medici.
The Medici's, the thirteenth royal family. Previously the most powerful royal vampire family, until the twelve Royal famlies voted to have their line ended for war crimes.

Isabella is orphaned at birth. She gains admission into prestigious academy outside of London. When she attends the academy, she meets Edward.
Edward is commissioned by his father and the headmaster to mentor and protect her. While Edward is annoyed with the task, he falls in love with her. Isabella learns that she is not an orphan, but in fact a very powerful, yet-to-shift vampire. Attacks begin on her life.
Damien, Edward's half brother was hired by Edward to protect her full-time at the Academy. Isabella and Damien fall in love.
The three are told their relationship is untraditional and forced to keep it a secret...
It won't be a secret as you guess.

"I can smell your arousal... your pussy is small and delicate like the bulb of a flower, pink, swollen and shaved. Do you like my touch, slave?" the vampire prince asks, spreading my thighs as I sit on his lap in front of everyone almost naked.

"Fucking wet," he whispers, pulling my thighs together and apart, obviously enjoying the sound of the wetness between my legs. "Your mind may not be mine, your will not quite... but your body? Your body responds to me. I am the master of an aroused little virgin slave," he growls passionately into my ear.

Calista never imagined her fiancé would sell her as payment for a debt. Now she's part of an ancient and cruel vampire tradition: The Blood Hunt. In it, the damned run for their lives while the vampires get their kicks hunting them down and claiming them as slaves.

Her captor is the Dark Prince, the most feared of all. A deadly predator who has found nothing to interest him for centuries... until now.

Trapped in a world of shadows and desire, Calista must face deadly trials, resist the prince's seduction, and discover the truth about her existence. When two enemies doomed to destroy each other cannot live without each other ... the only choice is to embrace the darkness.

"Hey! Who do you think you--oh!" The man dragging her had stopped moving, which caused Serene to crash against his back. Or as her fingers pronounced it, chest.

As she looked up into his face, she met blue eyes shining through a gold colored mask with red linings. There was no amusement in his eyes nor were there any signs of a positive emotion.

As he stared back she couldn't help but wonder, 'we've met before, haven't we?'

Her eyes widen as his frown turned into a cheeky grin that Serene only saw at school.

"Who am I? I'm your new Daddy."
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Serene had a vicious stepmother and stepsister just like Cinderella and met her prince at a midnight dance. But the difference was he was a vampire prince, and she was not his original chosen mate. He approached Serene by mistake.

Two years later, Serene secretly became a maid in the palace, wanted to investigate her family’s death and took revenge. The arrogant vampire prince Leo would be her first aim. But the murderer turned out to be the person by her aside. It was her stepmother! Will Cinderella Serene and Prince Leo defeat evil and happily live together just like in a fairy tale?

Blair Evans is a nurse working in downtown Chicago, living day to day. She has seen lots of odd things in the ER, but never did she expect to cross paths with a man—Raven Black—a vampire. After saving Raven’s life from a vampire hunter, Raven is dedicated to protecting Blair’s life in return.
But Raven isn’t just a vampire. He’s a vampire enforcer for the Luciano mafia coven, ruthless and feared by many, but not Blair. With her attraction to Raven comes the wave about to turn her entire world upside down.
Can the two fight against all odds to live happily ever after? Or will their world come crashing down around them?


“You’re burning up,” mutters Raven, his eyes boring into mine.
“We can’t help what we like,” I say, mouth drying as every nerve spark like a live wire.
“And I can’t help that I want to bury myself inside of you.” Raven’s eyes darken with lust.
Falling for the Vampire Enforcer is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Finer Points Of Vampire Affairs showcases vampire society especially the Ton is deeply rooted in their rigid traditions, politics, and wickedness. One event — the Annual Summit — forces the high ranking politicians and the members of the Ton to come together. The events of this Annual Summit sets in motion a sequence of events that will turn their entire world upside down.

I was just an ordinary girl—until the Vampire King claimed me as his cursed mate. Now my blood holds a power I can’t control, one that awakens only when I’m threatened… which in Lucian’s deadly court is every moment.

Training under a king who is as dangerous as he is mesmerizing, I’m thrown into duels, missions, and political traps designed to break me. The rival princess wants me destroyed, the council wants me tested, and a prophecy says my blood could change the entire vampire world.

I must learn to wield a weapon that is my own self.

“Mr. Cross, why have you been suffering from insomnia for ten years?”

“Because… I’ve been waiting for someone.”

“A woman?”

I looked at the mysterious man in front of me and realized for the first time that my patient was far more complicated than I had imagined.

My name is Mila Thorne. I’m 26 years old, and I’m a psychologist.

I used to be the top psychologist at the most prestigious private hospital in Dusk City. But after being betrayed by my best friend, I lost my job and everything I had worked for. With my rent due and no other options, I accepted a high-paying offer—to become the private psychologist of Draven Cross, the CEO of Darke Group.

Everyone in Dusk City warned me about Draven Cross.

He was a cold and dangerous man. He controlled the largest multinational corporation in the city, possessed unimaginable wealth and power, yet he had been suffering from severe insomnia for years.

But after spending time with him, I realized he wasn’t anything like the rumors described.

He would treat my injuries when I got hurt, remember the foods I liked, and quietly take care of me after my long days of work.

The strangest thing was…

The man who hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully for ten years could finally fall asleep whenever I stayed by his side.

He said the scent on my body made him feel safe.

He said that as long as I was there, he could sleep.

I thought it was just a special psychological dependence.

Until I discovered that he was hiding a secret.

He lived in darkness, couldn’t be exposed to sunlight, had an unusually cold body temperature, and drank a strange “red wine” that didn’t smell like alcohol at all.

All of this reminded me of the person who saved me sixteen years ago.

Kenzie didn't know that she was a descendant of Dracula. Her parents were killed, and she was hidden with a human family that was supposed to be loyal to her family. She will find love along the way of discovering who she is and why she was hidden away. She will learn new secrets about her friends. Face an enemy that she didn't know she had. Do all this while running her business that she loves.
Why is it that I long to be something that I am not? I know I’m young with just some average looks, but I’m not ugly either. I feel a connection with the night more than I do the day. I don’t feel like I fit in with the people around me, I don’t understand why. My childhood wasn’t too great. I didn’t get along with my sister or my brothers growing up, but I guess that is not so unusual. My parents never really had time for me, and they let things happen that they should have stop, but didn’t.

Rhea has always had one goal in life; to slay the vampires. Right from birth, it's what she's been trained for, and nothing else would bring her more peace other than finally slaying the vampire King. After months of scoping him out, she finally finds him. One silly mistake almost costs her her life, and in an attempt to escape the vampire king, she realizes she's accidentally bound them together, if he dies, she does too. Rhea wants nothing to do with the king, but when her life is threatened, she'll stop at nothing to save herself, even when it means saving the one person she hates the most. As they begin to spend more time together and conquer quests, the line between love and hate begins to blur. Will Rhea stay true to her course, or fall for the vampire king along the line?

When Selene Raine is sold to the Vampire King by the father who despises her, she expects death to follow shortly after. Instead, she finds herself trapped inside Ravenwyck Castle — a place of silver halls, ancient secrets, and a ruler far crueler than the monsters from her childhood nightmares.

King Lucian Drax is cold, merciless, and cursed. He should hate her for the witch blood running through her veins.

He does.

Yet the longer Selene remains at his side, the more dangerous their connection becomes.

Because her blood grants him something no vampire should possess:
the ability to walk beneath the sun.

Now Lucian refuses to let her go — not when kingdoms are preparing for war, enemies are closing in, and Selene may hold the key to a power capable of changing the supernatural world forever.

But in a kingdom built on blood and betrayal, falling for the Vampire King may prove far deadlier than being his slave.

This story is about a girl named Lila who was born to a human mother Melody and vampire hybrid father Lance . Lance did not know what he was until his father a vampire king came looking. His bloodline will allow vampires to eat human food and walk in the day. Lance was drawn to Melody because she was a direct descendant of Adam and Eve. A hybrid can only make another true hybrid if their mate is a descendant of that bloodline. Melody had to go through a test by having sex with multiple other vampires during a one night ritual to prove she is going to be loyal to Lance. Once the test is past she will be properly married in the eyes of the vampire coven. Lance and Melody eventually have a baby girl, Lila, that they hide from the king. They know her fate will be the same as Melody's and they do not want their daughter to suffer the same awful experience as she did. An opposing coven figures out Lila is a hybrid and does a recon mission to get close to her. Eventually they have to hide within the vampire king's coven. Lila will propose a list of men her grandfather and father approve of and they have to apply to date her. She falls for two of them, but one of them will betray her and she is able to make her choice, but not after going through hell.

In a country ruled by vampires, becoming a pet means losing everything—your dignity, your rights, your freedom.
But Aria, with her golden eyes and warm brown skin, ends up as the only pet no one wants to buy. She’s an outsider, treated like a flaw in the system, pushed aside and looked down on her whole life.
Until fate twists.
The vampire prince, Dorian, chooses her—the one girl everyone else rejected.
And from that moment on, Aria’s world turns upside down.

This is a m/f/m erotica

With the witches at war with the werewolves and vampires, it's up to King Allesandro to step up and eliminate the threats. But then something happens. He finds his beloved. He never thought he and his brother could ever find their mate. They never wanted one... until her. The obedient servant to the twin vampires. They love to share her and make her succumb to their needs. And she loves to serve them.

I hid in shadows for six years while my vampire husband played duke with his mistress.

Lucian kept our marriage secret, called our daughter "the half-blood bastard," and rushed to comfort Seraphina's twisted ankle while five-year-old Vanessa nearly died from silver poisoning.

His precious lover had "gifted" my child deadly perfume. While I held my convulsing daughter, he was cutting cake with his real family.

So I handed him divorce papers during his next dramatic rescue mission. Fool signed without reading—too busy playing hero to notice he just legally abandoned his wife and child.

Now the mighty vampire Duke burns under holy sunlight, chasing us to territories his undead flesh can't survive.

Begging on scorched pavement for a second chance he'll never get.

For six years, Violet lived in the shadow of "Auntie Quinn," receiving only coldness from her husband, Adrian, and resentment from her son. When she finally breaks, she waives all rights and starts over. Reborn as a power player, Violet is cold and distant. Her son, panicked, fakes illness to see her, only for her to coolly send him back. When suitors swarm her, Adrian snaps. He confronts her, asserting his dominance and intimacy. "No one knows you like this," he says, using his physical connection to reignite her past love, even as she reminds him they are divorced. “No,” he vows, “I never signed.” As she plans her escape from their renewed obsession, her son cries for her, and Adrian begs, "Choose me... please, choose me."

I had been married for seven years, thinking I had the perfect family.

Until Christmas Eve, when I saw a delivery order for apartment 702. The note read: severe mango allergy.

My husband's allergy. The one that could kill him.

I flew downstairs and pounded on the door.

My husband opened it. The same man who was supposed to be "out of town on business."

A pregnant woman appeared behind him.

And my six-year-old son stood behind her, glaring at me with cold eyes:

"Make her leave, Mom. She's crazy."

My world shattered.

once believed alpha Fernando was the true mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me.
He held me tightly during the Blood Moon riots.
He stoked the fire as I brewed purification potions.
He even declared before the entire Blackthorn Pack, “Thalia is my light.”
Until the night before our engagement banquet, when the soulstone in my palm leapt from the gilded invitation—
He was bonding with his cousin Bianca.
That Beta girl who always sneered at me, saying, “A Gamma, touching an Alpha? Laughable.”
Her spirit mark was etched into the corner of the card.
Like a silver blade carved into my heart.
Then alpha Fernando’s voice bled through the soulstone, laced with frost I’d never heard before:
“She? Just a warm body in my bed.”
“She really thought I sent her to the Highland Summit because I valued her? I just needed space for Bianca.”
His laughter, mingled with clinking wineglasses in the background, pierced me like a dagger dipped in silver poison.
“Once the bond’s sealed, I’ll toss her aside

Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.

Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.

He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."

I believed him.

Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.

That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.

But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.

I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.

Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.

"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"

"Finally. The family's saved."

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

My daughter's wolf has never woken. Until her first shift, one dose a season is all that keeps it alive. And I brew that dose myself and send it to the supply hall under the healers' guild seal.
This season, my husband's mistress took it from us at the supply hall and fed it to her own daughter in front of forty wolves. Then she pressed my girl's palm onto a silver bar, to prove we were the thieves.
"Save your tears for my man," she said. "Captain Roark Fenn."
That's my husband's name.
Neither of them knows what I did in the war. By moonrise, the whole pack will.

I came back to New York for one reason: to meet the man my mother arranged for me to marry.
I never made it to dinner.
His "sister"—the woman he'd been protecting since childhood, the one he clearly loved more than he'd ever love a fiancée he'd never met—snatched a twelve-thousand-dollar dress out of my hands at a Fifth Avenue boutique and had me thrown out. When I called him about it, he told me I should be grateful to be marrying into his family at all. Then he hung up.
An hour later, she accused me of stealing her ring. Had me pinned against the wall. Told his men to strip me down and film it for "evidence."
Nico laughed when I told him the whole Ferrante family would answer for this.
"With what? You?"
My name is Sera Vitti.
That's all I'll say.

I was doted to the bone by the mafia heir, Ethan — he took bullets for me, endured 99 lashes, and promised to take me to see the Southern Sea that never freezes!
But he let Ashley get pregnant with his child.
He accused me of causing Elara’s pollen allergy, and even gave the only keepsake left by my mother — a bracelet — to Ashley as an apology.
He said, "It’s just a bracelet."

During an argument, he shoved me down, causing my head to bleed, yet he rushed to the hospital with Ashley, not even bothering to look back at me.
I lay in the hospital getting stitches, and his suit still carried Ashley’s perfume. He yelled at me, "You followed me to the hospital to cause trouble!" My heart shattered, yet he still lied to me, "I only love you. After this fake wedding, I’ll take you away!"

My husband's body moved over Celeste's, driving into her with brutal force.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning like she did for her three million followers—except this performance was just for him.
I was her assistant. Her best friend, supposedly. Which is how I knew her passcode.
Now I was wedged in the back of her bedroom closet, phone aimed through the gap in the slats, ready to catch the bastard in the act.
Then Celeste's moans ripped into a scream. The mattress lurched violently. Blood poured down the sheets in thick rivers.
Her head hit the floor. Rolled. Stopped right in front of the closet.
Those wide eyes met mine through the darkness.

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

To save her dying mother, nightclub hostess Emilia Hart is willing to do anything — even seduce the cold and powerful CEO, Dominic Hayes. Rumored to be incapable of desire, Dominic shocks everyone by taking her away in the middle of a party.

But Emilia has a secret — a drug meant to protect herself, not to trap him.

When her plan backfires, Dominic pins her down with ice in his eyes and fury in his heart.
"You want to play dirty? Fine. I’ll show you I don’t need pills to break you."

Money. Power. Lust. And a deal that will ruin them both…

They found my husband locked inside his mistress.

Not metaphorically. Literally locked—a medical phenomenon called vaginal spasm, triggered when their sports car crashed mid-affair on a mountain road. The doctors said separating them required a high-risk spinal injection. Without it, he'd lose everything below the waist. Possibly his life.

They needed my signature. The wife's consent.

I looked at the consent form. Then at my phone—47 missed calls from three nights ago, when our four-year-old son stopped breathing.

Adrian never picked up. He was too busy.

Now he was begging me to sign.

I wiped away my tears, picked up the pen.

Now it was his turn to die.

"It's best if you back away now or else my boyfriend will come after you.” I declared then sat on his lap with a proud smile. This was crazy but who cares.

He was stunned by my declaration and was more shocked by the next thing I did when my arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in for a short kiss. Yes, it was meant to be a short kiss, but why was he kissing me back so fiercely and didn't want to break off?

His soft lips left my swollen plump lips when I was out of breath, his magnetic grey eyes staring intently at me. Then he declared. “ Do you want my girlfriend to repeat herself?”


To escape her rich classmates' bullying, wild biker girl Kimberly makes a reckless move...she claims the quiet cripple boy in her class is her boyfriend.

But the boy she chose isn’t just anyone. Julian is the coldest and richest heir in the city, and he just played along.

Now Kimberly is trapped in a dangerous game between Julian and London, the school’s most notorious bully and second-richest heir, who suddenly has his eyes on her.

How will Kimberly, an average girl, survive between two sworn rivals who want to wreak havoc in her life? Why are these rivals attracted to her? Are there mysteries to uncover?

On the night of her fated mate ceremony, Selene… the Alpha’s daughter, though too weak to shift, faces her greatest humiliation.
Gavin, the Beta’s son, rejects her in front of the entire pack, choosing another as his mate. Cast out by her father and jeered by her people, Selene is exiled into the Forbidden Woods, left to die at the claws of rogues.
But death doesn’t claim her.
Adrian, the cold prince of the Crimson Court, finds her bloodied and broken. A vampire feared even by wolves, he saves her for reasons even he cannot name.
Drawn into his shadowed world, Selene discovers a dangerous pull between them… one that defies pack law, and her own broken heart.
Selene must choose between the world that rejected her and the dark, powerful mate fate has bound her to. But in a realm of betrayal, blood, and forbidden love, destiny is never simple.

A human, A werewolf, and A vampire
" you're mine, you were mine before, you are mine now," gulping the ball of fear, she shivered as he took steps near her.
This was bad
" I..i was never yours, you're monster, " closing her eyes she tried to say those words in full confidence and rage but her voice was nothing above a whisper.
A psychotic smile made its way to his lips and her eyes widened, he was going to say something she will never forget.
" You're surrounded by monsters beloved, monsters, "
" No... My husband is not a monster" the smile returned to his face as he caged her small body in between his arms and the Wall.
" Task, task task, he is a monster, " the chill tat ran down her spine was enough to bring years into her eyes.
" No...no.." he gripped her hair in a rather painful grip making her look at him into eye
" The faster you forget him, the faster you'll be my Queen"
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I love you more than anything on eating my love

18+ rated
Steamy, dark content.


When my eyes opened, I found myself lying on silk sheets, my hands restrained with handcuffs.

The air became unreasonably cold as three vampires with their fangs out emerged, their eyes different colors yet familiar and terrifying.

I felt a slight slap on my thighs, and I whimpered as I spread them open.

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She was meant to be his blood slave.
But she was claimed long before he could mark her.

Nyx Vespera, the last of a slaughtered bloodline, is untouchable. Her blood is laced with a toxic magic that’s lethal to most vampires. But for the most powerful among them, her blood is a seduction they can’t resist.

Vale Orun Nömad, the notorious Vampire King, believed he could make Nyx his willing blood slave. But when he tasted her blood, he found himself ensnared. He was unable to resist the pull of her intoxicating power and their sizzling attraction.

Hawke Dubel, Vale’s most trusted subordinate, has always been by his side. But Nyx’s blood has a different effect on him. It makes him crave her not just for her blood, but for the power to own her.

Then, there’s the third man. A ghost from her past. Nyx’s first love, a vampire hunter whom she believed dead, now haunts her every step, demanding she submit to him once again.

What happens when a failed ritual forces her into the arms of three powerful, dangerous men? What will she do when the pull of desire is too great to resist, and her body betrays her every time they touch?

Can she escape the chains of passion they’ve wrapped around her, or will she surrender to the intoxicating desires that threaten to consume her and them completely?

"You can’t do this to me. I won’t let you," Cecilia stammered.

"I can do whatever I want with you,” Jonathon said with a smirk, “You belong to me and only me. You have no choice but to submit to my desires."

He tossed the table out of his way before pinning her to the wall.

Jonathon huskily whispered into Cecilia’s ear as he hiked up her dress, "And when you do, you're going to love every moment of it."
Jonathon is a strong-minded, calculating, fierce warrior for the Vampire Lord that ruled over the city.

Cecilia is a smart and strong-willed woman. Nothing like a human pet is supposed to be.

An accident makes them meet, what will happen between Cecilia and Jonathon?

Can Cecilia escape this vampire world? Or can she only succumb to Jonathon's desires?

Read to find out.