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To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?

I moved it back a little now puts in my ass right on it bending over to kiss he again as the warmth of my pussy made his dick harder. I then started to move back and forth, pressing my warm pussy against he,
“Uhhh.” My first official moan, I locked that.
He then with me on top of he sat up holding me and then grabbing my thick thighs as he stood up carrying me as I hanged on his neck to his room.


In a world where the rich rule and the others are nonrelevant these characters exist, one, brought up in riches and the other brought up in poverty but strived to be at the top. this is a story of two worlds, one a world of the rich filled with sassiness and the other a world of Drugs, gangs, guns and of course wealth. They both clash as one migrated to the world of the other and though the road to this migration was not by choice and was brutal, it brought a ruthless mafia lord who forgot he had emotions together with a rich girl who only understood that money and fame is the only power needed.

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

My husband Eric couldn't speak after a car accident three years ago. Three years of silence. Not one word.

To pay for his rehab, I worked four jobs at once—worked until I was coughing up blood, until I collapsed. Winter nights, Leo and I huddled under one threadbare blanket. When my son spiked a fever and I had no money for medicine, I stayed up all night pressing wet rags to his burning forehead.

Eric? His only communication was cold texts, ordering me around. When Leo reached for a hug, he'd push him away like our son didn't exist.

I endured it all. Because deep down, I believed the accident was my fault.

Until that night.

I was hauling equipment at Selena's concert—Selena, the pop star everyone knew—when a mystery guest in a mask stepped on stage. They sang together, voices blending like they'd done this a thousand times.

That voice. That lightning-shaped scar on his elbow.

My "mute" husband of three years.

I followed him backstage. Through the door, I heard Selena's laugh: "Congrats, Eric. Your mute act is almost over—you won the bet."

Three years of sacrifice.

All of it just a game. A bet with his first love.

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."

When they shoved me into the flames, I fought through the blinding pain to call my brother, Ethan Bennett. Fire licked at my skin, twisting my vision, but the call finally went through.

"What is it now?" He sounded distracted, like he was checking off a guest list.

"Ethan, please, help—" My voice was shattered, choked by the searing heat.

"Can't you just give it a rest for one single day?" he snapped, cutting me off. "Selina and I are getting married this weekend. If you pull another stunt, I swear I'll—"

The call died right as the flames swallowed me whole.

Agony consumed every nerve before my eyes closed for good, his unfinished threat still echoing in my ears.

But the good news is, Ethan... you don't have to swear anymore. Because I was dead.

At my mother's funeral, I stopped outside the lounge.

Through the door, I heard Julian—my fiancé—delivering a cold warning to my father:

"You can stop obsessing over Harper, Richard. She's with me now. Don't bother her anymore."

My father immediately tried to use me to suppress him. "Don't forget you're marrying Sloane next week! If she finds out you're screwing the orphan her mother took in..."

Julian cut him off. "She'll never know. Just like she'll never know her mother didn't actually die of depression. She killed herself because she caught you two together."

Father's counterattack threw me straight into hell:

"What right do you have to judge me?! When Sloane was frantic, calling you for help, what were you doing? If you hadn't been rolling around in a hotel bed with Harper, if you hadn't lied to Sloane that you were 'on your way,' her mother would never have died!"

A violent ringing filled my ears.

I slammed the door open, stormed in, and slapped Julian across the face with every ounce of strength I had left.

The man I was supposed to marry in seven days merely turned his head. It took him exactly one second to suppress his shock.

"Since you heard everything, good. Better to accept reality now, so you don't break down later."

"For the sake of the Vance family heir you're carrying, the wedding next week proceeds as planned."

"But I have responsibilities to Harper, too. That tie won't be severed."

I got off work two hours early, hoping to surprise my boyfriend whom I had just bailed out for $30,000.
I pushed the bedroom door open. The surprise was on me—my stepsister Chloe was straddling Dorian. The same man who, just three days ago, sat crying on the police station floor swearing "I only have you," now slowly lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted to join them.
I thought that was the worst moment of my life.
I was wrong.
When the hand that had just been caressing Chloe gripped my throat and hoisted me into the air, I finally saw the truth. Dorian Vane, the guy who humiliated me at our high school prom ten years ago, hadn't changed at all.

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

I came to Northveil Academy with no magic, no reputation, and zero tolerance for arrogant boys who decide what you're worth at a glance.

Rhydan Valecrest looked at me once and called me nobody.

He said I wouldn't last a semester, that Northveil would eat me alive and he said it calmly, like he was doing me a favour by being honest.

Then he walked away without looking back.

I didn't forget that.

But then my magic stopped staying quiet, and the most powerful boy at Northveil, hockey captain, werewolf heir, and whatever darker dragon thing lurking underneath all of that, can't stay away from me.

Turns out I'm the only one who can hold him together when he falls apart.

He needs me.

He hates that he needs me.

That should be his problem.

So when did this stop being his problem and start becoming mine?

Both Kings were chasing after her!

"How did it all come to this?"

Last night, she was crying herself to sleep on another lonely birthday, and now she was being chased by two Kings.

Branches whipped at her exposed skin, and she was starting to run out of breath, but the sound of pounding footsteps behind her propelled her forward.

The king found it amusing. They were competing to see who would catch her first because it was decided that whoever got her first would get to keep her.

It didn't help that she tripped while she was trying to look back at the time, and by the time she got to her feet again, they were already mere inches from her.

Now, she was in the presence of the two most powerful figures in the West Continent.

Kade approached, his dark expression forbidding. He placed a hand on the trunk beside her head and leaned in. "There's no need to be frightened; you're not in danger."


Marion is a half witch but she doesn’t know this yet, when her powers awaken on her 21st birthday it catches the attention of the Kings of the South and the North.
Now Marion is torn between making a decision between either Kings or death.

“Let’s get a divorce.”
After three years of marriage, my husband’s first love came back. With his own lips, he ended our three-year mating bond.
Just like that, I was thrown away and became the pack’s favorite joke—the unmarked, unacknowledged “temporary mate.”
I hid the fact that I was already carrying his pup and disappeared from his world completely. I thought that as long as I stepped aside, he and his fated mate would finally get the happiness they wanted.
I never imagined that when we met again, his eyes would be bloodshot as he demanded:
“Whose child is this?”
It was only later that I found out: from the moment I vanished, that aloof, untouchable Alpha went completely off the rails, tearing through every pack’s territory, searching for me like a madman.

Luciana Falcon, an Alpha's daughter with a false identity and the next in line to be Luna, who desires a love life, is under pressure to marry one of the Alphas who approaches her for marriage, despite her declinations. However, she meets her fated mate, the Alpha she has been secretly in love with since childhood, who had a one-night fling with her during her heat.
Amarok Lycaon He is a tyrant. He despises fated partners. He is every girl's fantasy. He ruled the pack as he darn well pleased. An arrogant, cold-hearted infamous Alpha who thinks only of himself. However, when Luciana becomes pregnant and publicly reveals Lycaon as the father of her child after being dragged and disgraced by her people. Lycaon Amarok denies it and allows Luciana to lose her title and be expelled from her pack...

I was reborn. My younger brother stole the woman who had lost her leg and was blind, thinking he had seized the throne of the apocalypse.
He didn't know that her power in her past life stemmed from the pendant on my chest—which contained a fountain of life.
This time, I'm not a savior. I'm handing the spring over to the nation.
The Pentagon has given me a new designation: National Assets.
While the younger brother was being beaten up by his neighbor for a half-empty can of cola, the National Guard's superhumans had already begun clearing out the infected.
He called, his voice hoarse: "Her superpower is only enough to chill a glass of cola... You tricked me?"
I hung up the phone and went into the lab.
"What's the extraction rate of the spiritual spring water today?"

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

The night before move-in, Vivian Owens’ housing collapses and her best friends betray her.

Her only lifeline? Crashing with her brother and his roommate —
Elias “Carter” Carter, the tattooed star point guard every girl wants.

One accidental aphrodisiac cookie night turns her into his willing little sub as he commands her

“Don’t stop, My Little Bubbles.”

But Carter’s gang past , a situationship with her own reconciled ex-best friend Kelly , draft pressure, and his own demons rip them apart again and again. Two pregnancies. Two brutal runaways. A jealous rival doctor who becomes a monster. Readers will scream at Carter, cry for him, and beg for more.

Some love don’t just break hearts — they start wars on and off the court.

Aurora, once known as the top assassin, is reborn into the Pendleton family as the least favored and most ridiculed third daughter. Overweight? No problem, it's never too late to lose weight! Weak and powerless? No worries, it's never too late to rise! Timid and easily bullied? No matter, now's the time to transform into a cunning queen!
After dealing with unworthy men and contemptible women, Aurora is ready to live her life freely and unapologetically. But the aloof and mysterious Heath comes forward with a question that changes everything: "When are we getting married?"

Phoebe Addison has dedicated her life to proving the existence of sirens.
She gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she's invited to participate in a research expedition to the South Pacific, but one stormy night, everything goes wrong, and her world changes forever.
She finds what - no who - she's been searching for, but little does she know, he's been looking for her, too.
Wake is nothing like she expected and everything she's been dreaming of. He's beautiful and dangerous, a predator from the deep… and he calls her his Mate.
Trapped and subjugated by the secretive Enigma Labs, Phoebe will need to learn to give herself over to Wake, to the power of the sea, if they're going to make it out alive.
But, if the do…will she be strong enough to survive her mate?


He repeats the first few strands of his song. The transponder’s response almost feels accusatory: Mate.
“Mate?” The word sends a jolt through me, and I feel my cheeks flush. “Is…is that what you think I am?”
Wake’s abyssian eyes search mine, and there’s a flicker of recognition that turns to hunger. He raises a webbed hand, and I tentatively reach out to meet him.
Our fingers touch, and I feel a strange, electric connection. It’s as if a current passes between us, a silent understanding that transcends words.
“Pho-ebe,” he growls.
I nod, fear and something more dangerous, something…hotter, making my throat dry. “Yes, Wake. Show me.”

"You..should reject me, this is wrong," I rasp out between his powerful thrusts, wanting to push him away but my wolf is totally against it, making my body betray me and becoming even more welcoming to him by squirting in abandon. Calhoun's sweaty brow raises in amusement as he hooks my legs around his hard, naked waist, "we were made mates for a reason, I cannot throw that away," "I don't want to hurt my mother, not anymore .." my last word ends up in a quivered moan because he is going at a full speed now, making my eyes travel into the back of my head. No, this is wrong! "You already started hurting her on the night you parted those legs for me," Calhoun voice supress my moans as he pounds hard into my dripping wet honeypot. *** It all started the night I turned twenty-one. I was dared by my friends to hook-up with a total stranger. Tipsy and determined to be a badass, I approached the most powerful man in the club and had hot steamy sex with him in the back seat of his car. The following day, I traveled for my mom's wedding and came to find out that the stranger I hooked up with is to be my stepfather. And as if that isn't enough, we are mates.

Daphne had always known that it’ll be hard to be in a relationship with Griffin Reyes,the future brother-in-law of her ex.She didn’t want to be connected to her ex in any way. But Griffin is madly attracted to her and she soon falls under his charms.She let herself believe that she has finally found the one until his first love returns and he ditches her without a second thought. When their past crosses again and she has someone else by her side now,it’s only then Griffin realizes that he doesn’t want her to be with anyone but him. Winning her back wouldn’t be as easy as he anticipated.

"Tell me, Barbie…" Dante’s voice was a dark caress, low and sinful as he caged me against the wall. His fingers trailed down my neck, slow and teasing, making my breath hitch. "Are you trying to run from us… or are you waiting for one of us to catch you?"
I hated how my body reacted, how warmth curled between my thighs despite the warning bells in my mind.
"You’re trembling," Dante murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck.
Knox chuckled, his grip tightening. "You’re so soft, Little Moon. So easy to tease. Tell me…" His voice dipped lower, "Are you shaking because you’re afraid… or because you’re turned on?"
A small gasp escaped before I could stop it.
Adonis’s gaze darkened, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "We should punish her for trying to leave," he mused.
Dante’s smirk was pure sin. "Oh, I have so many ideas."
"We could tie her up," Knox added casually, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against my hip. "Make her beg for mercy."
Three ruthless Alphas. Her step-uncles. Her fated mates.
In her past life, Adonis, Knox, and Dante Logan hated her—tormented her, rejected her, and cast her aside. She died knowing they had never loved her.
But fate has given her a second chance.
Now, she’s running before they realize the truth—that she is their mate.
Because once the Logan Alphas find out?
They’ll never let her go.
(STEPSERIES PART 1- STEPBROTHER'S PUNISHES ME EVERYNGHT)
(STEPSERIES PART 2- STEPUNCLES' ALPHAS PUNISH ME EVERYNIGHT)

"You're pregnant?"
"Yes... ours."
"How dare you step into this house with that child? You've disgraced me. Don't stand there and pretend that bastard is mine."
Four years of loyalty. Four years of trust. Four years believing a marriage built on paper could turn into love. He repaid her with lies, betrayal, and cruelty so complete it destroyed her world. Her child, her husband, her family, and even her reputation were taken from her.
"Marry me."
"You think marrying you will fix this?"
"I think marrying me will give you the power to take it all back, everything they stole."
Betrayed and broken, Claire hits rock bottom. When Julian saves her from a near-fatal accident, he offers a shocking proposal. She is to marry him not for love but to join forces in taking down her ex husband and the family that betrayed them both. With a new identity, a shocking public appearance, and a carefully plotted comeback, Claire begins reclaiming everything she lost, including her life and her dreams. Along the way, she discovers the warmth beneath Julian's cold exterior and a love that grows from trust and shared pain.
She is not broken. She is awakened. When she comes back, it will not be with tears or pleas. It will be to reclaim everything. Can revenge heal a heart betrayed so completely, or will the past consume her before she can rise?

Damian is a comestic surgeon who desires to find true love. After some failed relationship, he traveled to Maldives to have a good time.

Carina is a writer who started suffering from writer's block on her second book. She traveled to Maldives to overcome her writer's block.

They both met and their lives changed.

She belongs to one man, but another sets her heart ablaze.
Éloise Moreau is trapped in a gilded cage, married to a man who sees her as nothing more than a possession, a pawn to display and punish as he pleases. In a world where power is everything, she has learned to endure, to survive, to never step out of line.
Until him.
Damien arrives like a storm, dark, enigmatic, and dangerously gentle. Where her husband is cold, Damien is warm. Where her husband controls, Damien unravels her. And when he kisses her, Éloise discovers something she never thought possible.
Desire. Longing. A dangerous ache.
But the walls around her are unyielding, and giving in to Damien is playing with fire. Because in her world, love is a weakness. And weaknesses are punished.
Yet, as the shadows close in, she must ask herself, will she risk everything for the taste of freedom, or will she let herself be caged forever?

"TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT R18+ CONTENT INCLUDING DETAILED SEXUAL SCENES, BULLYING, EMOTIONAL AND TOUCHES OF PHYSICAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, AND A POSSESSIVE, DOTING LOVE INTEREST. READERS SENSITIVE TO DARK THEMES, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, OR EXCESSIVE DOMINATION SHOULD PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY."

Ella was mocked by the Alpha she had loved for ten years. In a fit of revenge, she got drunk and ended up spending the night with the most powerful Alpha...
As she becomes the Luna of the strongest pack, she faces the biggest decision of her life!
Oliver, the Alpha, has secretly loved her for ten years, and Jackson, the Alpha she once loved, also wants to win her heart.
Will these proud Alphas all bow at her feet? How should she choose?

Ivanna did not expect Jax Alister, the man she hired as a bodyguard, to turn out to be a bloodsucker with the particular purpose of capturing a lycan creature who turned out to be Ivanna's fiancé, Damon.

However, slowly Ivanna and Jax's relationship is no longer limited to bodyguard and lady. Ivanna feels a different feeling every time she is around Jax, and vice versa, because Jax feels that Ivanna is the girl he has liked for a long time, who is reborn, and he follows her in every reincarnation.

Unfortunately, Ivanna and Jax's love story is not as smooth as they expected when one by one, problems come to Ivanna, starting from the breakup of the engagement between her and Damon. She is in a relationship with Kay Lee, a friend who has long liked her, who turns out to be an addict and has emotional problems and sexual disorders.

One of the most terrible things for Ivanna was when she found out that she had blood cancer, her life seemed to collapse under her feet, and Jax always tried to be there and accompany her through all her life trials.

Both of them did not expect love greeted and required Ivanna to become part of Jax because many vampires wanted her, and Jax had to choose whether to turn Ivanna like him or keep the girl as a human, but at the risk of suffering and dying from her illness.

After dying in the crash of a flight to Berlin, what Joana didn't expect was to be reincarnated in the 16th century as the wheelchair-bound mistress of a Spanish marquis.
While she tries to adapt to her new life with its physical limitations, a marriage contract with the callous Duke of Barcelona will be her only chance of getting rid of her tormentor.
But what does Joana have to offer Fernando Casanova to make him accept the marriage for three months?
In this journey of redemption and second chances, when Joana remembers who she really is, she will know that feelings of pain and love are the guiding threads of her very existence.

"Marry me before I die, and after that, I will make sure your daughter will get a new heart. Just marry me, and say 'I do' in front of my parents." - SPADE CEDRIC VASILE

To fulfill his promise to his parents, Spade was prepared to marry without the binding of so-called love, just a pure contract until his dying day. Yet, would Spade still wish for death when his heart slowly fell for his wife, who wished for nothing more than for his life to be extended? Will the heavens heed his plea to prolong his days, if only to remain with the woman who ignited his desire to live?

Riya and Kayish were madly in love, so deeply that everyone believed that they would end up in a happy married life. That's how he loved her. He was very possessive of his property, especially when it comes to his girl.

On the other hand, Riya was blindly in love with him. She left her parents because of him, she found her happiness within him and was ready to start a new life but an unexpected tragedy happened in their life that no one could have predicted.



She had good news for him. She was so happy. After all those things that she has been through, finally, their family will be complete. She already waited a whole day and she now she just couldn't wait to share her happiness with him. But just as she was about to tell him, he broke her fragile heart into a million pieces and left her saying it was all just a drama he played with her all along; the marriage which she preached was just another key to win her trust and to fulfill his vengeance. He dumped her that day without knowing that he left a piece of him growing inside her.


Does he get the chance to know about his child? What will happen when these two cross their paths in the future? Will they let go of their revenge and ego and hatred to get back their love? Or will it be too late for him to realize his mistake?


Read to find out what happens. : )

Warning: Matured Content 18+

"You do not want me to repeat myself, now strip.”She tried to stop me from touching her, but I only end up hitting her in the face because I can no longer control myself.

I forcefully rip off her dress and begin to touch her everywhere and damn, she tastes so exquisite. She is so fucking tight, making me slam in forcefully so that she can feel my whole. Who keeps her virginity at this age?

I wanted to please her as well, but I can't help but pleasure myself seeing how tight she is, making me slam so hard and harder every time. Once I was done, I order her to get out. She would learn to fear me that way.


After being sold of to a wealthy ruthless and heartless billionaire. Lila became the shadow of herself as she was constantly humiliated by her so called husband who finds nothing wrong in letting another man on top of his wife. Lila was never loved by her family nor husband.

What would happen when her husband let another man taste his wife? What will happen when Lila realized her husbands friend whom she hated just had her?

On the ice, Jack Carter's my worst nightmare—smug, talented, and impossible to outplay. Off the ice? He's my new roommate. Life really has a twisted sense of humor.

I thought sharing a dorm would be bad enough. Then Coach paired us as "team building" and suddenly I'm picking his socks off my side of the room and listening to him mock my "fancy Italian socks" when I set down rules. "Define your side, then," he'd grin, like our invisible wall was some joke. "Gotta tape it off? You want chalk?"

He makes my blood boil. The way he skates backward during practice, eyes locked on mine like I'm just another puck to flick away. "Too easy," he'd chirp after stealing the win. The way he sprawls on his bed, phone in hand, acting like our forced proximity doesn't affect him at all.

But here's the thing—when he stops joking long enough to hand me a water after a brutal practice? When he defends me to the team when they mock my accent? That's when the line between enemy and something else starts to blur.

I came to this school to win championships, not fall for the guy who's spent years making me look like an amateur. But the more time we spend off the ice—arguing over mystery puddles, cleaning up his messes, pretending we don't notice how close we get—the harder it is to remember why I hated him in the first place.

Turns out, some rules are meant to be broken. And Jack? He's the best reason to break all of them.

CONTENT WARNING
This story contains graphic sexual content and explicit scenarios intended for mature audiences 18 years and older. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Veronica Harper devoted five years of her life to a man who never loved her—because she was never more than a bet. Her devotion, vulnerability, and virginity were handed over… all for entertainment.

She walked into her bedroom—and saw her best friend screaming her name from another man’s mouth. Her boyfriend’s mouth. Betrayed in her own bed, humiliated in public, and framed for a crime she didn’t commit.

Then two lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. Pregnant, disowned, and hunted by lies she didn’t create, Veronica fled, carrying two secrets no one could ever touch—her unborn twins.

Five years later, she returns for a funeral, keeping her children hidden and her heart locked away. She believes the past is buried. She’s wrong.

Forced back into the orbit of the man she once gave herself to—and still loves—Veronica must protect the quiet life she built alone. But grief and betrayal are cruel guides, and the woman who destroyed her life now threatens everything she holds dear.

The worst betrayal isn’t in the past. It’s happening now.

Daphne has always lived wild. Fast cars, late parties, breaking rules, that’s her way of keeping the emptiness quiet.
Until Michael Hayes walks into her life.

Cold. Stoic. Trained.
He’s everything she can’t stand and everything she can’t resist.

From their first clash, sparks ignite.
He calls her spoiled. She calls him boring.
But every argument ends with his hands pinning her against the wall and her lips begging for more.

Their secret grows harder to hide.
And Daphne learns that falling for her bodyguard isn’t just dangerous, it could destroy everything she’s ever known but a taste of it wasn't so bad.

After a brutal on ice fight destroys his reputation, arrogant hockey captain Kai Ryder is forced by his university and sponsors to join a campus reality show designed to rebuild his image.

The only problem is that the producers choose Lena Brooks as his fake girlfriend.

The same Lena Brooks who publicly wrote an article calling him “the most selfish athlete on campus.”

Now they must pretend to be the university’s perfect couple in front of cameras 24/7 while hiding how much they genuinely dislike each other.

But behind the staged dates, scripted kisses, and viral interviews lies the truth:

Kai is struggling with grief and anger after his brother’s death and Lena is secretly drowning under family pressure and financial problems that could force her to leave school.

The more they fake their relationship for the cameras, the more real their feelings become and when a devastating secret from the night of Kai’s scandal resurfaces, their relationship, futures, and hearts are put at risk.

"I'll marry Laura. She'll be my Luna... and you, Kyra, will be our breeder and concubine."
On the night Kyra is meant to find her fated mate, her life takes a brutal turn.
Instead of love, she is summoned by Draven, the most feared Alpha in the region. In front of everyone, he makes a decision that seals her fate.
Her twin sister Laura will be his Luna. And Kyra? She will belong to them as a breeder and concubine, a woman chosen not for love, but for the strength of her blood.
Taken to Draven's territory and trapped in a ruthless pack where power and bloodlines rule everything, Kyra quickly learns one thing: in Draven's world, women are not asked what they want.
They are given a role. And expected to obey.
Cold, powerful, and dangerously possessive, Draven treats her like property meant to serve his legacy. Yet the more he tries to control her, the more the tension between them grows—dark, forbidden, and impossible to ignore.
Because Kyra was never meant to be his.
But in a world ruled by Alphas...the most dangerous man may decide she is his anyway.

"I, Mia Harper, reject you, Alpha Lucien Storm." My voice cracked and my eyes were filled with tears.

"You can't reject me, Mia. I'm your Mate." He muttered and my heart shattered jn my chest from all the pain and betrayal I'd endured. I shook my head.

"Not anymore."



Mia Harper, a wolfless omega flees her wedding the night of her eighteenth birthday and as fate would have it, she runs into the arms of her mate, Lucien Storm—one of the most ruthless Alphas anyone had ever seen. But in a twist of fate, he takes Mia in.

They soon fall in love but one visit to her Pack changes everything. Ezra, the man she was yet to marry a year ago is furious on her return and declares war. The war wipes out her entire Pack including her father. But then Mia finds out the truth.

It was Lucien who had murdered her father.

Disheveled and broken, the betrayal drives her to the edge of a cliff where she takes a leap to her death. But somehow, she's saved by Lucien. However, Mia doesn't remember anything now.

Would he tell her the truth or would Lucien take his second chance? What would happen when she finds out everything that happened Would Mia ever forgive her mate, Lucien, especially after finding out she's pregnant with his babies?

And most importantly, did he even really kill her Father?

In the embrace of a werewolf's warmth, Sheina's life took an unexpected turn.

Sheina Charlotte, burdened by a rare cold allergy and mourning her father's death, stumbled upon the enigmatic Kenneth Immanuel one fateful night in a bar. A chance encounter that would defy the laws of nature.

Kenneth, a powerful alpha werewolf with a thriving business empire, was used to controlling his world. But when Sheina's chilling ailment threatened to consume her, it was his heart that he struggled to rein in.

Amidst a brewing conflict with the vengeful vampire George Geraldo, Sheina and Kenneth's worlds collided. From an unexpected rescue to a reluctant partnership, their journey would push the boundaries of love, trust, and the supernatural.

As winter's cold grip tightened, Sheina's affection for Kenneth grew, unaware of his hidden secret. The revelation of his true nature would test their love beyond measure.

Will their love withstand the chilling truth, or will it crumble like fragile ice under the weight of destiny?

Everyone says that karma is a bich, but I say fate is the real btch. Or else why did it play a cruel game of killing the man whom I love the most and then let another man with the same face barge into my life?
Yes. This is what happened to me. I didn't even stop crying after the funeral of my boyfriend when I was forced to marry by my cruel father. I protested, but the stakes were high to me. Not to my father, not to this other man, but to me.
I could have handled the situation in a better way, but the face of my contractual husband shattered me again.
Above all, I am a human, and he is a werewolf. And at the altar, he told me that I am his mate too. Yet he refused to mark me because he needs a powerful mate, not a pathetic human.
Cruel game of fate, right?

Matured Content
Rated 18+
What's more forbidden?
Sleeping with your Friend's dad or finding out he wasn't her dad?

Readers Discretion is strongly advised.

"Dressed like this, are you expecting something?" Mr Bank whispered in a low seductive rumble.

"No, you got it all wrong..."

I couldn't even complete my statement and then he whispered, "Touch yourself," My eyes widened in shock as I swallowed hard, "You saw me jerk off last night, now it's my turn to watch you. Don't you think?"

Of course, I do want him to but how did he know I watched him last night."I didn't mean to." I defended, but who knows he'll let out a hella hot chuckle.

"I know, now you have to obey let me show you how pleasure is spelt."

And then all I could remember was I was gone. I was having sex with my best friend father.

And then coming to realise I was tricked, that wasn't my best friend's father.
Now I'm doomed realising his identity.

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.

The night Julian Wright orchestrated his "rose ceremony," everyone expected a full meltdown.
They were taking bets—would I show up sobbing, or would I skip straight to the roof? After all, everyone knew I was broke. Without Julian's money, I'd be out on my ass.
But when Julian handed that rose to campus queen Chloe Miller, the ballroom doors never opened. No crying. No scene. The whole party lost its main event.
What nobody knew was that while Julian was busy playing bachelor, I was sitting on his half-brother's leather couch in nothing but an oversized white dress shirt. Bare legs tucked under me.
I glanced up at Vincent, catching my lower lip between my teeth. "Your couch is soaked. Where exactly are you planning to sleep tonight?"
Vincent Wright's throat worked. Hard. He dragged his gaze away like it physically hurt. When he spoke, his voice came out wrecked: "Stay put. I'll grab a towel."
A beat. Then rougher: "Need to get you dry."

Ten years ago, eight-year-old him nearly died under wolf claws trying to save me. Ten years later, when I gathered the courage to return to this town, that little hero had become a dangerous man.

"We're strangers, remember?" The eyes that used to be gentle only for me now looked at me with cold indifference.

But why does he hold me tight every time I'm in trouble? Why is his skin burning hot and his muscles hard like iron? Why do I tremble when his breath hits my neck?

When blood scented the rainy night and red-eyed beasts showed their fangs, I discovered the truth—my childhood sweetheart Logan was no longer human.

My fiancé's "innocent" sister posted a photo wearing the sheer lingerie I bought for him, standing in the master bedroom of my new house. The caption read: "Finally have a place to take shelter. Thanks Lucas for the security." In the corner of her photo, my carefully chosen wedding portrait was thrown face-down on the hardwood floor.

I didn't scream or cry. I just quietly took a screenshot and dialed the number of my billionaire boss. "Mr. Allen, I'll take that overseas transfer." Since Lucas wanted to give another woman a home, I didn't want this wedding anymore.

The next day, I went to our new house. The passcode had been changed to her birthday. When I finally got in, she was sprawling on my leather sofa, demanding I leave because Lucas "owned half." I laughed, throwing the property deed right in her pale face. "Look closely at the name. You have ten minutes to pack your trash and get out, or I'm calling the cops for trespassing."

She ran away crying. I called a cleaning crew and threw out the bed, the sofa, and every single thing they had touched. Because you don't keep dead things, and in my heart, this eight-year relationship was already rotting in the grave. Will Lucas realize what he lost before it's too late?

On our sixth wedding anniversary, my husband Jonathan brought his dead ex-girlfriend's sister into our home — despite my objections.

"Beatrice, are you even human? You can't even show compassion to a dying woman! How could someone so cold-hearted be a role model for Oliver!"

My son — the boy I'd raised for six years — swung his little fists at me and screamed: "Beatrice! If you don't let Isadora stay, I'll never speak to you again!"

That was the moment my heart turned to stone.

I signed the divorce papers and walked straight back into the courtroom — clawing my way back to the top.

Then they discovered her lies. Every. Single. One.

Jonathan fell to his knees before me, eyes red and brimming with tears: "Beatrice, do six years of marriage mean nothing to you anymore?"

My son clung to my legs, sobbing: "Mommy! Mommy, don't go! I know I was wrong! Mommy—"

I looked down at them. I felt nothing.

"Now take your mistress and your son — and get out of my life."

I turned and walked away without looking back.

He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered at his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening, and mind-numbing.

"You should be running, Zera," he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me."

"I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too.

His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

“When done properly, this position can be most satisfying for a woman because it allows deep penetration."
I open my mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a staggered breath and a small sigh. He chuckles, a low, rough rumble and then leans down and kisses the middle of my back.
I feel the tip of him again at my entryway. He pushes in slightly, and my body comes to life again. My muscles react to his presence, contracting and loosening, as if my body is trying to suck him deep inside.
He's my husband's boss, so this is supposed to be wrong.
So why does it feel so right?


Braxton Merriweather always gets what he wants. Now, he wants her--Julia Thompson, the wife of one of his workers. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to possess her in every way.
When Jeff Thompson takes him up on the bargain he proposes, Braxton is shocked. He's even more surprised when Mrs. Thompson agrees.
But now that he's had a taste of her, he wants more. How can he possess a woman who's already married to someone else?

Julia feels trapped by her marriage to her high school sweetheart. In the two years since they've been married, he's changed, and not for the better. When billionaire Braxton Merriweather shows interest in her, she's flattered. And intrigued. Is it possible that one of the richest men in the world could really want her?
And if so... what does she do about her husband?
One Weekend with the Billionaire is a sexy story for mature readers.

When death suddenly claims you, what do you feel?
Regrets? Longing? Fear of the unknown?
What if you are given another chance to live?
But the world you will be born with is far different from where you came from.
This world is full of swords and magic!
Join William as he embarks on a journey in a new world after his death. A second chance. A new world. A brand new adventure. A brand new sys...
Dreams... all he wants is dreams come true...

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AN: I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but I have some good news. I found a new job in one of the best private hospitals in my country, and I had to start working immediately. That's why I've been working overtime for the last two weeks. We fixed it this week and now I'm free on weekends. From now on I will publish 2 chapters a week. Saturday and Sunday. (Because I'm only free on those two days.) Thank you for your understanding. Happy New Year!

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