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Ethan Miller was the hottest guy in Greenville High School. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him. He just had one problem, Corey Price.

Corey Price was the complete opposite of Ethan. Ethan did not like his lingering looks and admiring glances. It made him furious. Corey was the bane of his existence. Ethan's solution was to beat and torment Corey and make his school days unbearable.

Corey's wounds never healed. His fondness of Ethan turned into hatred and he vowed to never forgive him. But, he spent years working on himself and has emerged a stronger, better person, ready to take on new challenges. Finally confident, he's about to take on a new job.

Until he discovered who his new boss was. It was none other than the monster himself.

Ethan Miller

On my wedding day, instead of the romantic photo montage, I played a live video feed from the bridal suite.

The guests gasped. The screen didn't show our childhood photos. It showed my fiancé, Benjamin, pressing a woman in a white dress against the vanity.
It was my bridesmaid. My cousin. Mia.

"Benjamin, tell me," Mia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Do I look better in this white dress, or does your boring, frigid fiancée look better in her gown?"

The audio boomed through the silent ballroom.
Benjamin's voice was thick with lust. "She's a mannequin. You're my addiction. Why don't we do it right here? While she waits for me at the altar?"

My mother-in-law screamed. My father threw a glass.
But I stood there, calm. Cold.
I watched as Benjamin on the screen frantically unzipped Mia's dress, his hands roaming over her body, completely forgetting the woman waiting for him outside.

Benjamin rushed into the ballroom, realizing the silence was too heavy. He looked up at the giant screen, his face draining of color.
"Amelia! No! Turn it off! It's not what it looks like!"

I picked up the microphone.
"You're right, Benjamin. It's not what it looks like. It's exactly what it is."
I threw a folder of evidence—bank transfers, hotel receipts, printed texts—into his face.
"Mia graduated this year. You've been funding her for four. We've been together for five."

I tore off my veil and dropped it on the floor.
"The wedding is off. You two deserve each other."

Ten years ago, I sat in the witness stand and told the court my beloved Uncle Arthur was a monster.

My testimony sent him away for twenty years and made my father Robert a hero.

For a decade, I lived inside the perfect world my father built around me — safe and warm and suffocating. Then one afternoon, digging through boxes in the basement, I found Buster's old collar. My golden retriever. The dog I'd made myself forget.

The memory hit like a freight train.

The man in the dark had clamped his hand over my mouth, and I could smell him now — peppermint and cologne, thick and choking. I saw Buster lunge at him. Saw the man's boot connect with the dog's ribs.

But Uncle Arthur was deathly allergic to dogs. He couldn't get near Buster without his throat closing up.

If it wasn't Arthur that night — then who the hell was it?

For seven years, Rose Rollins hid her noble Silver Wolf bloodline in Blackstone City.
She saved Zack Morrigan from ruin and helped Shawn Haynes rise from disgrace. They once swore they would protect her forever—until an innocent-looking Omega, Sally, stole their attention, their trust, and finally their hearts.
Framed, humiliated, and nearly killed by the men she once loved, Rose finally stops waiting for their loyalty. She returns to Golden Oak City and accepts the arranged bond she once fled: a union with Asher Thorne, the powerful Alpha of the Golden Pack.
But Rose's return exposes more than old wounds. Sally’s lies begin to unravel. Zack and Shawn discover the woman they betrayed was never powerless. And Asher, cold and dangerous, may be the only wolf who truly respects her.
As enemies close in and regrets arrive too late, Rose must choose between revenge, forgiveness, and a future where she never looks back.

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

I'm the youngest lead surgeon in our hospital's cardiothoracic department. My fiancé, Adrian Wexford, runs the whole department.

His first love, Bella Hartley, is a mediocre surgeon, but she wants to take over the surgery that should be mine before her promotion review.

In my last life, I fought for it. I told them she didn't have the skill to handle it alone, that it was gambling with a patient's life. I threatened to quit and saved the patient.

But Bella couldn't handle the gossip going around the department. She got depressed and jumped off the hospital roof.

Adrian never said a word about it. He kept treating me the same, picked out wedding rings with me, smiled and told me we'd go on our honeymoon right after the wedding.

I thought he'd let it go.

Then on our wedding day, one glass of wine in, I woke up in a freezing basement, strapped down to an operating table.

He held a scalpel and cut into me, inch by inch, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you hadn't fought so hard for that surgery, Bella wouldn't have jumped. You owe her. Pay with your life."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the afternoon he first suggested giving Bella the surgery.

This time, I didn't argue. I just smiled. "Sure. Let Bella take the lead on this one."

They have no idea that next Tuesday, the Chief of Surgery is bringing the board and a visiting specialist to observe, unannounced.

We'll see how they explain this one.

I never expected to be branded a “fake heiress” and a “scheming bitch” on my own wedding anniversary.
“Did you really think we’d never find out you faked the DNA test?” My mother’s voice cut like a blade. “You’ve been impersonating our real daughter all along.”
The irony was suffocating. They were the ones who stormed into my peaceful life, insisting that I was their long-lost child—no proof needed. And now they dared to call me the fraud.
“Since Camille has finally returned to where she belongs,” my father declared coldly, “it’s time for you to crawl back into whatever shadow you came from.”
Then came the final blow. My husband of five years didn’t even hesitate.
“I’ll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don’t make this difficult, Mirena. You were never meant to be my wife.”
Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. The woman who stole a life that was never hers.
But they forgot one thing: I never needed them.
Before I was George Ashton’s wife, I was Mirena Sterling—the Investment Queen. The woman who broke Wall Street records before she turned twenty-five. A racing champion. A tech prodigy.
I walked away from all of it. Gave up my empire. My crown. My name. All for a man who threw me away like garbage the moment someone “better” came along.
Big mistake.
On the night they cast me out, soaking wet and humiliated, I ran into the last person I ever wanted to see.
“Look at you now, Mirena,” Alexander Pierce murmured, watching me with those piercing eyes. “The woman who once ruled the financial world. Reduced to this.” He tilted his head. “And for what? Love?” A dark laugh. “Pathetic.”
My former rival. The man who spent years trying to beat me—and never once succeeded. Now he stood before me, a Wall Street titan, watching my downfall with hungry satisfaction.
He thought he’d seen the last of me.
He was wrong.
The game was simple now: drop the dead weight, reclaim what’s mine, and remind everyone why they feared my name.
Within months, I was back. Every market moved when I breathed. Every headline screamed my return. The Sterlings came crawling, begging for mercy they’d never shown me. And George? He watched in horror as I bought his most prized company without blinking.
The divorce he’d so eagerly signed? His greatest regret.
“Mirena, please,” he begged, groveling at my feet. “Give me another chance.”
I didn’t even look at him. “Sorry, darling. I don’t recycle trash.”
But what I didn’t expect was him.
Alexander Pierce dropped to one knee in front of me—the man who had once mocked my fall, now looking up with something raw and undisguised in his crimson gaze.
“I knew you’d take back everything they stole,” he said, voice low. “Now…” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “Take me too.”

Four years. Ninety-nine times on the altar, and the Alpha I was going to mate held the door for every one of them.
I heal from anything. That is the only reason they picked me.
The Moon Goddess promised that the hundredth offering would buy back the night somebody stole from me. The night Cassian knows it was me who dug him out of that mine, and looks at me the way he used to.
Not this one. In this one I am what his priestess practises on.
So I never refused. Not once, not through any of the fevers.
Tonight is the hundredth. The drug hasn't taken, and the two of them are talking on the other side of the door.
"It'll hold. We built that voice out of her own memories."
"The heart tonight, not an eye. When she wakes, don't let anything slip."
There is no Moon Goddess. There never was.
And he doesn't know my healing was never mine. Something else lives in my chest, and it stays there because my heart does.
Take it out and I don't wake up.

When my younger brother got into a top university, the whole family celebrated for him.
I, suffering from a terminal illness, clutched my chest and desperately cried for help, only to be met with a disgusted slap from my mother and the words, "You just can't stand to see your brother doing well!"
She thought I was a spoilsport, so she roughly dragged me back to the room and locked the door from the outside.
She didn't know that those were the last words I ever heard in my life.
The next morning, she opened the door with breakfast in hand, only to find my corpse.

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

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

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

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

Dead silence.

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

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

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

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

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

I spent five years letting men degrade me at a club, all to save $300,000 for my blind brother Joren's eye surgery.
The day I finally raised the money, I excitedly told him he would be able to see again—only to discover he was never blind to begin with.
My husband’s "bankrupt" company had been thriving all along. My parents, who supposedly died in a plane crash, had been living luxuriously abroad.
My husband even took my "stillborn" daughter and gave her to my adopted sister.
My entire family conned me for five years to "teach me a lesson"—all because my adopted sister claimed I bullied her.
Now, they are forcing me to donate my liver to the woman who stole my life, threatening that I'll never see my biological daughter again if I refuse.
But what they don't know is that I have terminal liver cancer, and I only have two days left to live...

I saved Theron’s life, and in return, he lined up his eight grandsons before me. Whoever I chose would be the next Alpha of the Frostvale Pack. My wolf instantly recognized Rhysand—my fated mate. I chose him without hesitation.
On our wedding night, the moment I touched him, he broke out in hives and gasped for air. The doctor said he was allergic to me. Overnight, I became the city's laughingstock. For three years, I walked on eggshells, terrified to even step near my own husband.
Until he was dosed with a lethal aphrodisiac. If not cured within two hours, he would die. I threw caution to the wind and climbed into his bed. Through an entire night of skin-to-skin contact, there were no hives, no suffocation. His "allergy" had miraculously vanished.
But at dawn, his ex-girlfriend Linnea walked in. Rhysand looked at me like I was garbage. "If Linnea hadn't saved me last night, I'd be dead."
Two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. But before I could even share the news, a raging fire buried that unspoken hope—along with my unborn child—in the ashes forever.
I finally understood. He was never allergic to me.
He just never loved me.

For the sake of the so-called family heir, my husband Killian is prepared to kill my child!
That day, Killian locked me in an underground cold storage at ten degrees below zero, all because there is an ironclad rule in the Vittorio family.
The first-born son shall inherit the family’s Mafia empire.
My eldest brother’s wife Ira and I got pregnant at the same time.
To ensure his elder brother’s child is born first, Killian made this insane decision.
"My brother and Ira’s child has to be born first. This is what you owe them!"
He ignored my pleas and forcibly injected me with labor-delaying medicine.
"Allowing this child to be born at all is already the greatest mercy I can grant you."
Killian said to me with undisguised disgust.
I curled up in agony on the icy concrete floor, feeling the little life in my womb fading away bit by bit, shedding tears of utter despair.
"My baby… Mommy is so sorry for you…"

I've been secretly married to him for five years, but he's never treated me as his wife. Our six-year-old daughter has never called him Dad in public.

One drunken night, I got pregnant. He gave me a marriage contract that came with one condition: secrecy.

I thought time would change everything. I stood by him through the company's darkest days. When I was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer, he didn't come. When our daughter was born, he was in a meeting. Every moment that mattered, he wasn't there.

Then that clumsy intern showed up.

From that point on, he gave her all his attention and patience. He broke his own rules for her again and again. That's when I finally understood: when someone doesn't love you, they just don't.

So I took my daughter and disappeared from his world completely.

But why did that calm, controlled man lose his mind?

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

I ranked first and snagged the most prestigious job offer in the city. Yet, not a single person congratulated me.
Because for the past twenty years, every top student who received this offer from the medical school "committed suicide" that very night.
Reporters blocked the school gates, grinning as they asked if I planned to jump off a building or swallow a bullet. My roommate grabbed my collar, screaming curses, wishing me dead.
Too bad they all completely miscalculated. I come from a filthy rich family, I’m perfectly sane, and top psychologists have signed off that I have zero suicidal tendencies. I have no reason to die.
So, I looked straight into the live cameras and declared: "If my body is found tomorrow morning, it’s not suicide. It’s murder!"
After all, for that final exam, I turned in a blank paper.

I was diagnosed with hemophilia when I was ten years old.
At first, my parents were terrified. They watched me closely, rushed me to the hospital over every bruise, every nosebleed. I was the fragile one—the child who needed saving.

Then years passed.
They got used to it.
They got tired.

By the time my twin sister was graduating and my family was finally breathing again, I was about to turn eighteen.
And that night, while everyone believed I’d be fine like always, I bled to death.

I was Ethan Blake's perfect mistress for five years, adhering faithfully to his rules of secrecy and obedience.

I knew his coffee preferences, his pre-meeting anxieties, yet it wasn't until his arranged-marriage partner returned that I understood I was merely a replaceable 'item' in his life plan.

When my mother passed and the pressure of medical bills vanished, I realized for the first time — that contract with its monthly transfers had bought not just my time, but my very right to say 'no' to him.

And now, when I no longer need his money...

This transaction, forged in the name of bondage, will be terminated by me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that was only the first step.

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

"I'm not yours, Alexander," she whispered but her voice trembled as his lips nearly touched her lips, the gap between them filled with tension.
"You say that," he whispered softly, his breath fanning her lips, "but your body begs to differ."
"Say that you don't want this," he whispered in a low growl right before he pressed his lips against hers. 'If you tell me I will stop.'
Scarlett Blackwood has always been the one who was left in the shade- the Omega who didn't complete her change, who was overshadowed by her powerful twin sister and elder brother. But now after two years in New York she is not the weak girl that she used to be. Scarlett is a confident woman, a beauty, and in charge of her life with her wolf now awakened and her modeling career taking off. That is, until a family emergency brings her back to Mexico and back into the life she left behind. Alexander Emerson, the cold-hearted leader of the Shadow Pack, has devoted his entire existence to one goal – revenge. His family was killed by Scarlett's mother and he promised to make the Blackwoods suffer for it. But when he sees Scarlett again, he undergoes a change of heart. She has changed and is not the shy girl he once met and on top of that, she is his destined mate. What will happen when she knows that her mate is worse than enemy? Will she forgive him when he begs for another chance or she will kill him?

“I’m not yours, Alexander,” she whispered but her voice trembled as his lips nearly touched her lips, the gap between them filled with tension.
“You say that,” he whispered softly, his breath fanning her lips, “but your body begs to differ.”
“Say that you don’t want this,” he whispered in a low growl right before he pressed his lips against hers. ‘If you tell me I will stop.’
Scarlett Blackwood has always been the one who was left in the shade- the Omega who didn’t complete her change, who was overshadowed by her powerful twin sister and elder brother. But now after two years in New York she is not the weak girl that she used to be. Scarlett is a confident woman, a beauty, and in charge of her life with her wolf now awakened and her modeling career taking off. That is, until a family emergency brings her back to Mexico and back into the life she left behind. Alexander Emerson, the cold-hearted leader of the Shadow Pack, has devoted his entire existence to one goal – vengeance. His family was killed by Scarlett’s mother and he promised to make the Blackwoods suffer for it. But when he sees Scarlett again, he undergoes a change of heart. She has changed and is not the shy girl he once met and on top of that, she is his destined mate. Caught between his desire for revenge and the undeniable passion for the woman he is fated to be with, Alexander is faced with a choice-will he give in to his lust and take his revenge or will he give in to the passion and love he feels for the woman he has been fated to be with?

Skylar thought she had it all—until Liam, her controlling boyfriend, betrayed her. Broken and furious, she's left questioning who she can trust. Then comes Ryder, gruff captain of the hockey team and feared alpha of a ruthless biker pack. She planned to use him for revenge—but his dangerous presence and piercing gaze make her question everything she knew about power, desire, and control.
When her family assigns a risky mission tied to Ryder's pack, hidden secrets surface, pulling her into a world where every choice is dangerous and the attraction between them is undeniable. Skylar is no longer just navigating pack politics—she's fighting for her heart, her freedom, and her survival.
Caught between two worlds, one question haunts her: Was she using him… or was he claiming her?

Stanley Robbins was a single hot daddy. His wife left them when their daughter, Heather, was still a baby. They had never heard of her ever since. Leaving the responsibility of raising young Heather in the care of a first-time dad. Stanley had worked hard to give his daughter a bright future while establishing a reputable image in the city of Newark as its top businessman.

Maxine Ballard was a simple girl living her simple life. She was living away from her family. She wanted to be independent. She hated complications. She wanted everything to be simple and smooth flowing. Until one day, a billionaire hired her as his daughter's mommy.

How long can they pretend that Maxine was Heather's mommy? What if true love blossoms between the real daddy and the hired mommy? Can they escape what destiny had planned for them?

For Jayden, his first day at a new school should have been a chance to blend in and keep his head down. But when he crosses paths with Liam, the school’s ruthless prince and notorious bully he finds himself locked in a vicious game he can’t escape from, even though his great strength as a wolf.

Liam’s influential family has made him untouchable, but Jayden’s no ordinary student he could play around with. He’s a werewolf forced to live among humans, hiding his strength and primal instincts to keep his kind safe. When Liam’s antagonism goes too far, Jayden vows revenge, but beneath the hatred, an unexpected attraction ignites. Will Jayden tame the beast within, or will his growing desire for Liam spell disaster for them both?

I never imagined that the most humiliating secret of my life would be laid bare in a flimsy tent in the middle of nowhere.

Even less did I imagine that the person witnessing my unraveling would be Sebastian. He’s the CEO of a top-tier conglomerate, my direct boss, and, most damningly, my ex’s stepfather.

A freak accident left us stranded in the jungle late at night. Inside that cramped, suffocating tent, the air felt scorching, almost unbearable. Worst of all, in my rush to leave, I’d forgotten to bring the medication that suppresses my “craving disorder.”

When that sickening desire surged through me like a tidal wave, when his body heat pressed against my back through his shirt, I could only bite my lip hard, teetering on the edge of shame and instinct.

“Mr. Blackwood, please… stay away from me.”

This book has a dark tone, as it's a reverse harem novel featuring themes of betrayal, surprises, and rape scenes. If you are uncomfortable with these elements, I recommend not reading this book.

A young woman who is unaware of her own power unknowingly attracts the affection of five mobsters. It's not intentional on her part, as she doesn't realize the feelings are mutual, given her own attraction to them.

These five men are completely possessive and infatuated with her. She can't deny her feelings for them, even though she is just an ordinary maid.

However, to them, she is more than just a maid.

She is their woman, their princess.

Ethan's fingers kept rubbing back and forth on my clitoris, while his penis kept jumping inside my body. Every joint on my body is sore and screaming for the next orgasm. All too quickly, I feel that electric tension winding tighter, a mounting pressure that threatens to shatter me. My hips lift involuntarily, urging him to continue his exploration, silently pleading for the release I’m so close to tasting.

Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, 'Damn... I'm going to cum... !!!' His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.

"Please!! Ethan!!"


As the strongest female warrior in my pack, I was betrayed by those I trusted most, my sister and my best friend. I was drugged, raped, and banished from my family and my pack. I lost my wolf, my honor, and became an outcast—carrying a child I never asked for.

Six years of hard-won survival turned me into a professional fighter, fueled by rage and grief. A summons arrives from the formidable Alpha heir, Ethan, asking me to return as a wolfless combat instructor for the very pack that once banished me.

I thought I could ignore their whispers and stares, but when I see Ethan's emerald-green eyes—the same as my son’s—my world tilts.

Five years of love, loyalty, and promises—destroyed in one wedding vow.

Judy believed Clark was the man she would spend her life with. After dating for five years, meeting his family, and planning their wedding, she thought love was enough.

She was wrong.

On the day she was supposed to be his bride, Judy watched Clark marry his rich ex-girlfriend instead—leaving her humiliated, heartbroken, and mocked by the world.

As if that wasn’t enough, Judy’s mother’s life hangs on a thread, with a surgery bill of $45,000 she can’t afford. When Clark, the man who promised to help her, turns his back on her completely, Judy hits rock bottom.

That’s when she meets David Jones—a ruthless billionaire CEO and Clark’s sworn business rival.

Cold. Powerful. Dangerous.

David offers her a deal:
A one-year contract marriage.
No love. No emotions.

In return, he will pay for her mother’s surgery.

Judy agrees—not just to save her mother, but to take revenge on the man who betrayed her.

What starts as a loveless contract soon turns into a dangerous game of desire, power, and buried secrets. As Judy steps into the world of wealth and revenge, she must decide—

Is she just using David for survival…
Or is she slowly falling for the man she was never supposed to love?

"Forget the vows," he said. "I will break you. I will make you miserable. And I will make sure you regret what you did every single day of your life."
I was never meant to be his bride.
I was the mistake he could never erase.
Killian hated me for simply existing. Every time his eyes met mine, they burned with fury and something far more dangerous. The hatred between us was suffocating. So was the heat.
Then there was Nolan.
His brother. Quiet. Controlled. Deadly.
He did not look at me like I was ruined. He looked at me like he wanted all of me, body and soul.
I never meant for this to happen. But when you are starving for something real, guilt can taste a lot like desire.
Now I am trapped between two brothers.
One who wants to destroy me.
And one who already has.
This is not just a love triangle.
It is a war.
And I am the weapon.

Lia Wagner’s life ended in betrayal—pregnant, abandoned, and broken. But death wasn’t the end. Reborn with strange powers, she’s ready to take Hollywood by storm.
Her ex shows up, whining: “Baby, take me back!”
Lia just laughs. “In your dreams.”
Enter the mysterious CEO: “She’s mine now. Guards!”
Glitz, revenge, romance—Lia’s rewriting her script. The only question is: when the spotlight hits, will she follow her rage… or her heart?

"Listen to me! As much as I don't want to touch you and vice-versa, I'm the only one who can help in ending your suffering RIGHT now!" he said as one of his hands slipped into my shirt, and I moaned as he cupped one of my breasts.

I had the most perfect life of a she-wolf. My dad, the Alpha of the Black Heart Pack doted on me so much despite me being wolfless. I was loved and respected in the pack under his protection.

But everything changed on my 18th birthday. I was accused of being a traitor and banished from the pack. Left with nothing, I was nearly raped and killed until the Alpha and Beta of the Crimson Blood Pack saved me.

There was always something about Beta Kyson that drew me to him. It turned out he was my mate!

Cover art by @rainygraphic

"I'm pregnant, Xarion."
He doesn't even look at her.
"Abort it."
Four years later, she is no longer the wolfless girl who once begged for his love.
She is a mother. A warrior. A woman who rebuilt herself from the ashes he left behind.
And she has no intention of ever belonging to him again.
Until fate brings them face to face.
"You belong to me, Megan," Xarion growls, backing her into the shadows.
"Not anymore."
But this time, Megan is no longer the one with everything to lose.
He doesn't know she was never wolfless.
He doesn't know the truth behind the prophecy that forced him to push her away.
And he has no idea their twins are alive.
Now, as enemies rise and secrets begin to unravel, Xarion is forced to confront the truth: that the woman he broke is the only one he cannot live without.
He let her go once.
This time, he'll fight fate, enemies, and even himself to win her back and become the man she deserved all along.

All I wanted was to submit to his dominance.I desired his warmth around my body; his breath brushed across my exposed skin, and his frigid lips kissed me softly.
I had a crazy fantasy about my lecturer.
Indeed, it was.
He kissed me, and I kissed him back.
I seduced him, and he burned me in his flame.
But the only problem we had was that he was my mother's new boyfriend, and our love would destroy both of us.


Isabella, a 19-year-old spoil brat of a billionaire’s mother. She is a perfect example of beauty, she has a striking figure, with long, cascading red hair.
Ezekiel, a 25-year-old who has his own business, besides being the heir of a famous university, he does part time lecture there.
His physical presence was just as imposing as his reputation. At 6'3" with a diamond-shaped face, broad shoulders, and a hot figure.
"Isabella's relationship with Ezekiel is, Ezekiel dates Isabella's mother and he is also Isabella's professor but she falls in love with him."

"I can do anything just to get your forgiveness," said Allen with the pleading tune, he knows that he can't be forgiven for the mistake, he has done, he knows that was unforgivable but still, he wants to get 2nd chance,

"did you think, getting forgiveness is so easy? NO, IT IS NOT, I can never forgive a man like you, a man, who hurt me to the point that I have to lose my unborn child, I will never forgive you" shouted Anna on Allen's face, she was so angry and at the same, she wants revenge for the suffering she has gone through, what will happen between them and why does she hate him so much,

come on, let's find out, what happened between them.

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A Twisted Reverse Harem Erotica | College Drama 18+
I came to Hargrove University with two goals.
Graduate from medical school.
Lose my virginity.
The first seemed easy.
The second turned into an obsession.
Everything changed the day I met my roommates. I was playing their games, breaking my own rules, and chasing experiences I never knew I wanted.
One night became two.
Two became too many.
Soon I wasn’t just sleeping with strangers but my stepdad too.
Threesomes became a norm.
Orgasm parties were a norm too.
But while I was busy losing myself in pleasure, something else was happening.
Professors began noticing the way my mind worked. Diagnoses came to me before anyone else saw them. Patterns revealed themselves as if they had always been waiting for me. The deeper I fell into temptation, the more impossible it became to ignore one terrifying truth.
I wasn’t just another medical student.
I was becoming someone extraordinary.
Now I’m caught between two addictions: the thrill I’ve spent years feeding… and the future I was born for.
The question is, which one will consume me first?
Read this book to see how Quin went from watching her roommates make out to partaking in all forms of forbidden and dark sx because she just wants to get laid.
Her hand gripped the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Quin knew she should leave. She should back out into the hallway and pretend she had forgotten her key, anything to erase the image of Mara’s head thrown back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream as Jade’s tongue worked her over or the sight of Marcus’s rod. But her feet were rooted to the spot.
A heat, unfamiliar and intense, bloomed in her lower belly. She had read about this, but seeing it, the wet, slick sounds of Jade’s mouth, and the way Mara’s fingers clawed at the sheets and the way Marcus d**k stood erect, was something else entirely.
Then, Mara’s eyes snapped open. They locked onto Quin standing in the doorway. There was no shame in that gaze, only a dark, heavy-lidded amusement.
"Well, well," Mara gasped, her voice breathless and ragged. She didn't push Jade away; instead, she tangled a hand in the brunette's dark hair, pressing her face harder against her cunt. "Look what the cat dragged in."
"Quin," Jade purred, crawling up Mara’s body to nuzzle at her neck. "We were just talking about you. wondering if you’d ever get that stick out of your ass and join the real world." she glanced at Marcus too who nodded his head.
Quin’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. "I... didn't mean to interrupt. I'll go."
Ohhh, she didn’t go, she joined in and got initiated into dark sx.

"Who is Leo's father?"

I froze.

Calvin Rothschild stared at the little boy beside me. The child's eyes... those eyes looked exactly like his.

Five years ago, I left Calvin with a cruel lie.

"You're too poor. I want someone who can give me security."

I thought I was protecting him.

I thought I could raise our son alone.

But I never knew my "poor boyfriend" was actually the heir to one of the wealthiest old-money families in Europe.

Now he's back—richer, colder, and looking at me with hatred burning in his eyes.

He thinks I abandoned him for money.

He doesn't know I carried his child.

He doesn't know that every night for five years, our son asked me:

"Mommy, where's Daddy?"

Now fate has dragged us together again.

But when Calvin discovers the truth...

Will he forgive me?

Or will he take away the only thing I have left?

A divorce should have been enough to end us.

But the moment I step back into New York, Xander Knight reminds me exactly who he is — ruthless, relentless, and still my husband.
He says I’m still his.
Still his wife.
Still the woman he would burn the world to keep.

But the past won’t stay buried.
His mother wants me gone.
His best friend wants me ruined.
And his cousin is hiding a secret that could shatter everything — the truth about the son Xander doesn’t know is his.

Now I’m trapped between the man I once loved, the man who helped me survive, and the dangerous truth that could destroy us all.

Warning: matured contents.

Light strokes of the ropes were on her wrist as she massaged it slowly, she felt the handsome man grab her right hand, took the thumb, poked it with a pocket knife and pressed it at the back of the folder.

"Are you nuts?" She yelled in pain, grabbing her hand back from his grasp and sucking her bleeding thumb.

"72 hours, and if you fail you will face the consequences of my contract."

Dawn Hemlocks a fashion design student tries her hand on hacking and gets caught in a web that might take her life. She negotiates her options and signs an unknown contract given to her by the well know heartless billionaire Stephan Klar. Will she be able to break free or find herself tangled into a web of love, murder and deceit?

Alice was a plain girl. Everything about her was ordinary; plain dresses, plain hair, plain face. When she applied to an assistant position for the most famous company in the city, the Alonzo Company, she wasn't aware that her life was about to change for good.

The two heirs of the Alonzo family, Matt and Damion were brothers and the most vicious rivals from the childhood. They were known with their keen eyes to see a prize, even if it was buries six feet under the ground. They could recognize it and dig it out. When Matt seen Alice, it was no different for him. He was willing to scrape the shell of her and make her his. And he was willing to do it before his brother comes in to the picture. If he recognizes the same thing Matt seen in Alice, a competition was inevitable.

And Matt was more than ready to face Damion if necessary.

@Not one, but more

Rico was exhausted went he went home, He is a lawyer and he just won another case he handled today. Rico looked at the picture on his desk beside his bed. It was his picture together with Alice… it has been 3 years already when Alice left him without a word. Rico's past with Alice is still fresh in his memory… it's because… Alice is Rico's first love.

3 years ago...

"Will you marry me, Alice?", Rico happily said while on his knee in front of many people. Alice was surprised and she worriedly looked at the people around them.

'Why are you doing this Rico? Stand up, please.", Alice said with worry.

"Then say YES.", Rico smiled with full confidence as if teasing Alice. He is quite sure that he is truly loved by the woman in front of him. Alice gave him everything, her whole self and that is enough proof that she loved him too.

'Rico… I'm not ready..", Alice shyly said. Rico was embarrassed but he didn't remove his happy smile on his pretty face.

'Please stand up!", Alice said and was about to cry. For this reason, Rico panicked when he saw her tears and he hurriedly stood up and went to her.

"Don't cry... I can wait for sure.", Rico assured Alice. Aliced hugged Rico tightly and cried.

"Rico... I love you.", Alice whispered with tears on her eyes.

"I love you more, Alice.", Rico hugged her back and smiled to soothe her.

'Promise… I will wait for you, Alice. You will be the only woman that I will marry because you're the only one I love.", Rico said to her.

The next day, Rico found out that Alice went away without informing him. Her friends told her that she went abroad already. And ever since that day, Rico never saw Alice again. He didn't receive anything from Alice, not a text or call, nothing. It has been 3 years already when Rico had become like this. It has been 3 years since he had been continually enduring the sadness and hoping that one day he will fulfill his promise to Alice… even though there is no assurance that she will go back to him again. Due to this, Rico is incapable of loving other woman than Alice. And if Alice won't come back, his heart will continue being dead when it comes to love.

I had one plan for the summer after my college classes ended. I needed a job since I recently lost mine and my apartment. I can’t stay with my brother forever. I need my space back, and I am sure he needs his, too.

But all that is about to change when my brother’s best friend Paxton comes to stay for the summer, and my plans go out of the window.

To the rest of the world, Paxton is a millionaire rockstar who is a bad boy who screws around and is always getting himself into trouble he shouldn’t be. To me, he is the guy who was always around until he left and forgot about me. My first crush. My first love when I was a teenager, even though I knew he would never be mine. Back then, he was a good guy with a huge heart and someone who would do anything for anyone. He had become a shadow of himself.

What I didn’t expect was that one summer would change everything. I didn’t expect Paxton to see me in a different light. I tell myself I am over him and have been for a long time, but things change when we begin to spend more time together. I see the old him coming through, the real him, the one I fell in love with all those years, but none of it matters because nothing can ever happen, no matter how close we become. My brother would kill him. We would never work. I am just an ordinary nerdy girl who loves to lose herself in the world of fiction. And someone like me should never be with someone like Paxton. I would never fit into his new world. He would never be around in mine.

Twenty-year-old Milan Atlantici thought her life had already hit rock bottom.

A terminal stomach cancer diagnosis, her fiancé tangled up with the returning "true heiress," her identity, her love, her health——everything she thought mattered shattered in the same season.

If it's already destroyed, then let it burn all the way down.

Pushed by her best friend Heidi, Milan walked into a high-end nightclub and asked for the one man they said was impossible to get——Sorensen.

She thought he was a male escort.

He was actually a crime lord who made the entire underworld tremble——a dangerous man who had grown tired of the human world's power and glory, searching for some reason to keep existing.

But the more dangerous secret was hidden beneath his skin——he wasn't human. He was a dragon.

Strange things started from the very first touch. Whenever Sorensen came close, the stomach pain that had tormented Milan for so long would quietly recede. She didn't know why. She only knew that he made her feel better——so she made a shameless decision. She threw down eight thousand dollars to rent a bed in his shared apartment and planted herself at his side.

She wanted to fall. She wanted to burn. She wanted to live recklessly before death came to collect her.

But Sorensen kept stepping in her way, watching her with those eyes calm as a bottomless abyss, pulling her back from her own hands every single time.

She told herself it was just pity.

Until the night Sorensen pushed inside her——and something between them snapped into place, a connection that no human language had words for. Her cancer cells began to retreat. Her body began to heal. And her heart began to beat for a dragon.

But just as she realized she had fallen in love with something that wasn't human, another gaze emerged from the shadows.

The current head of the Atlantici family——her uncle, Kaeya. A vampire with an endless lifespan and an obsessive soul. His feelings for Milan were suffocatingly real and dangerously consuming. She once stumbled upon him using her underwear to pleasure himself——that sight sent ice down her spine, and for the first time made her understand just how deep this man's fixation on her truly ran.

A dragon. A vampire. And a human girl with half a life left, still burning as defiantly as she could.

Love and possession. Salvation and ruin. A triangle that tears everything apart at the seams.

In the end——who will be the one left standing?

“Moan for me,” he whispers into my ear. The feel of his breath turns me on even more. I gasp as his thumb rubs against my clit. I can feel the pleasure building in my core. “I want to hear you calling out my name.”


Elise finds out she isn't human but a dark faerie, the dark faerie prince Ezra wants she to himself as she is his destined mate but she is also werewolf Kyros fated mate.
What happens when she ends up in a love triangle with a werewolf and the dark faerie prince?

With abashed steps, she walked into the living room, already grunting before her mother started ranting. Ummah examined her from head to toe before she scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief. What sort of stubborn child does she have? Among her four daughters, Hidayah was the only one giving her a tough time. And she always questioned herself for making Hidayah her favourite child at the same time treating them with equal love.

Hidayah pretended as if no one was in the living room and started walking towards the stairs. 'Hidayah come back here!" Ummah instructed her. Hidayah hesitated before she halted and slowly turned to look at Ummah. 'I called your friend, Yasmeen and she told me you guys were done with your exams for the day since 12 noon. Now look at the time."

Hidayah swallowed the anger and heaved a sigh. She needn't to be on her mother's bad side that night. At least for the sake of Adam and the party they were going to attend tonight. 'Something came up and I had to stay in school and tackle it." Without waiting to hear more of her mother's rants, she walks off to her room.

Ummah looked at her retreating back and shook her head. She believed it was a trial and she would surely pass it.

Twenty-five years of being overlooked.
My husband Steven prefers my best friend Liliana, and my son Terry and grandson Roy treat me like a maid.
I thought I could endure this life forever, but when Steven gave my dream trip to Liliana, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to leave and stop wanting their love.

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"