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Sandra's perfect life is shattered by her husband's betrayal, and the threat of a monstrous creature. She found unexpected protection in the Wolf Prince, Diego. Together, they face an electrifying battle with a vengeful snake demon.

when mysterious deaths haunt them. Diego and Sandra must unravel a dark mystery that threatens their lives. Amongst the conflicts and sacrifices, love grows between them. Is their love strong enough to face a greater evil, one that involves evil demons and unimaginable sacrifices? In this epic story of love, betrayal, and the battle between good and evil, they will face the biggest test of their lives. Prepare to be trapped in an enchanting fantasy realm. Where wonder and danger always await.

In a world where Lycans rule and werewolves bow,
Twenty one year-old Venessa Milan knows her place—
at the bottom.

Bullied, overlooked, and rejected by her fated mate in front of the entire pack, Venessa’s heartbreak becomes the latest joke at her expense. But her life shatters in a way no one expects when her twin sister—the intended bride of the Lycan Prince vanishes the night before her royal wedding.

And Venessa is forced to take her place.

Dragged to the Palace as a substitute bride, Venessa braces herself for humiliation… until she looks into the eyes of the Lycan Prince and feels the mate bond ignite for the second time.

He feels it too.
He just refuses to acknowledge it.

The prince is cold, ruthless, and hiding something darker than anyone knows. A curse rots him from the inside out—one that steals his strength, his sanity, and his sleep. He needs an heir to break it… and believes Venessa is nothing more than a convenient womb, a temporary solution.

But Venessa is not what he expected.
Witty. Warm. Brave.
And the one person whose touch eases his pain.

As enemies circle the palace—jealous lovers, hidden witches, traitorous guards and as the curse begins to spiral out of control, the prince finds himself drawn to the girl he tried so hard to ignore.

He wanted a bride he wouldn’t care about.
He got the mate destiny refused to give him the first time.

And Venessa, who swore she’d never love again, must decide whether to protect a Lycan who once treated her like a burden… or walk away and let the curse consume him.

Because loving him could save his life.
But it could destroy hers.

To save her kingdom, Princess Elara of Vareth is given to the Devil’s son. But her new husband, Azael, seems more human than monster, and far too familiar.

When she finds a garden filled with statues carved in her image, she realizes her fate didn’t begin the night she met him. It began centuries ago, when she was Seraphine, the first Bride of Flame.

Now trapped in a cycle of love, death, and rebirth, Elara must uncover the truth behind the pact that binds their souls. Each secret she unravels draws her closer to the truth, and to the fire that could either save or destroy them both.

In a realm built on promises and ash, love might be her greatest curse of all.

She has always been the maid in her parents' house.
He is the king of the world.

Thalassa has a challenging life with her alcoholic parents. Her desire is to get rid of them and leave with her sister Yvonne to build a better life. No matter how hard they try, their father always finds them and forces them to return. Until the day when strange men invade their home and make a bombshell revelation: their father is a fairy. As if that weren't strange enough, the great king of Eldoria (in her opinion, the sexiest man in the world) is looking for Thalassa because of a strange prophecy.
A Magical Kingdom, incredible creatures, passionate love, and many mysteries await Thalassa in Eldoria.

On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Saffron "Saffy" Callan believes her greatest challenges are high school graduation and saying a temporary goodbye to her human boyfriend, Sam, before they head to college. But Saffy’s life is built on a foundation of secrets. For years, her parents have suppressed her true nature, hiding the fact that she is a Werewolf Shapeshifter. As the moon rises on her birthday, the "fever" she’s been fighting culminates in a violent first shift, shattering her human reality and dragging her into a world of ancient laws and primal instincts.

Following her transformation, Saffy is uprooted from the neon glow of the city and taken deep into the wilderness to the Pack’s hidden village. Here, she learns the crushing weight of her heritage: she has been betrothed since birth to Danny, the future Alpha. Danny is the embodiment of everything Saffy was taught to fear—powerful, intensely loyal to the pack, and unnervingly certain that Saffy belongs by his side. As he trains her to master her wolf and assume the mantle of Luna, Saffy finds herself drawn to his strength.

However, the laws of the Pack are absolute. The Law of the Veil mandates that no human can know their secret. If Saffy chooses her heart and returns to Sam, she must undergo the agonizing Severance Ritual, losing her wolf and being exiled from her family forever. If she embraces her destiny with Danny, Sam must believe she is dead, or risk being "silenced" to protect the Pack. Caught between the boy who loves her soul and the man who commands her instinct, Saffy must decide if she is willing to kill the girl she was to become the leader she was born to be.

This is a m/f/m erotica

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

Five years ago, they stripped me of my rank and stopped my retirement pay. Now, with the Imperial army at the gates, they kneel at my door, begging for my services. My daughter is wearing last year's shoes, her big toe practically sticking out. My wife is still refilling coffee at a fast-food restaurant at 3 a.m. The neighbors call me "that welfare-dependent guy" behind my back. I pulled my five-year-old dismissal order from under the bill and slipped it under the door. "You've got the wrong person."

For twenty years, Belle Sloan believed she had the perfect life, a loving husband, a devoted son, and a powerful business empire. But one shocking revelation shatters everything. The son she raised isn't hers. Her husband and stepsister have secretly loved each other for years. And the family she sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

At the red carpet event, Maddie, my partner of three years, in an attempt to curry favor with a popular male star, publicly humiliated me, trampling on my foot and yelling, "Ethan, you're just a backstage errand boy

. Don't interfere with Ryan's shots. Go back to carrying materials." The whole room burst into laughter; everyone thought I was a lowly sycophant forced to swallow my humiliation.

But I didn't get angry. I calmly took out my tablet, cut off all her studio's basic permissions with a single click, and immediately sent the irrefutable evidence of her breach of contract to the brand's legal department.

Three minutes later, she was completely stripped of her control and faced a multi-million dollar claim for breach of contract.

At first, she thought I was just acting out of spite, that a little charity would win me back. It wasn't until the day her assets were forcibly liquidated and she was completely blacklisted from the industry that she desperately realized: for the past three years, she had only been able to sit at the table because of my charity.

Later, shamelessly, she crawled through garbage cans, barefoot, to the airport, knelt before my bulletproof Maybach, and begged me to come back.

As for me, I simply walked onto the private jet surrounded by executives from top European conglomerates.

My father died owing the Callahan family a blood debt. His payment? Me and my sister—married off to their sons.

I woke up reborn on the night they buried him.

Standing in that funeral chamber, watching the lawyer crack open the sealed will, I discovered I could suddenly hear thoughts. My sister Vivienne's voice ripped through my head: Not marrying that butcher. No way in hell.

She lunged forward and grabbed Adrian—the refined bastard son who looked like a lawyer instead of a mobster. The same "perfect gentleman" I married in my past life.

Which left me with Dominic Callahan. The scarred heir. The Executioner.

Last time around, Vivienne married Dominic and got beaten down for years. I married Adrian and lived like a queen.

I almost laughed out loud.

Because she has no idea—this time, she's the one who grabbed the monster.

Five years ago, I pulled a dying man from the depths of the ocean.
His name was Silas. When he woke up, he looked me in the eye and swore he'd marry me, that he'd protect me for the rest of his life.
I believed him.
I hid it from my clan, shed my tail, and followed him to land. I bore him a daughter—Winnie. I kept myself locked away in a villa, out of sight from the world. No wedding. No ring. Even the mermaid scales on Winnie's legs had to be covered up with layers and layers of concealer.
Until that night at the banquet. Zoe and her goons pinned us both to the tile by the pool, scraping the scales off Winnie's legs with a knife, sneering that this "filth" was such an eyesore.
I stroked her mangled calf, desperate for Silas to come save us. But Zoe said Silas was her fiancé.
Silas? Her fiancé?
Then what the hell am I?

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

Before I died, I married mob boss Dante in my sister's place.

Five years of marriage, and I was nothing but her replacement. He hated me for stealing her spot. My parents were ashamed I couldn't make him love me. Everyone just waited for her to come back.

Christmas Eve—fire tore through the mountain estate. Dante's first move? Sprint straight to my sister, fresh off the plane. My parents escaped right behind him. Nobody remembered the pregnant wife locked in the dressing room. Smoke and flames took me and my baby while they held each other outside, celebrating they'd made it out alive.

I opened my eyes on the day they cornered me with divorce papers.

My parents threw the documents at me. My sister stood there smirking, ready to slide into my place. This time? I didn't cry. Didn't beg. I picked up the pen and signed.

They wanted me gone? Done.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

The day I won the competition, my sister's heart "failed," and she could never stand again.

From that moment, she claimed all the favoritism.

Looking at my wall of honors, she sat in her wheelchair, heartbroken: "Chloe is so amazing, unlike me—just a burden who could die any moment."

My brother's heart ached for her. He grabbed a baseball bat and smashed all my trophies to pieces, defending her honor.

When I was selected as dance troupe captain, tears streamed down her face: "If I hadn't gotten sick, could I have shined on the Lincoln Center stage too?"

My parents turned to scold me for showing off, drugging me before the audition and ruining my chances.

Later, she had a breakdown and went live on Instagram, swallowing pills while sobbing that she didn't deserve love.

My childhood sweetheart, my fiancé, rushed to her side immediately. He dropped to one knee and slipped my diamond engagement ring onto her finger.

Later, I was killed by an armed robber. As I lay dying, I made one last desperate call for help.

He hung up impatiently:

"Mia needs me to hold her hand during her IV treatment. Stop being so fucking unreasonable!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my sister's heart "failed."

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

Five years ago, on my wedding day, my fiancé Vincent fucked my best friend in the bridal suite.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my husband—the most powerful Mafia boss in Naples. At Atelier Milano, my former best friend Bianca circled my custom gown like a vulture, pestering the staff about meeting the legendary Mrs. Salvatore.

She had no idea the woman she pitied as a pathetic nobody was the very person she was dying to impress.

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

Because of his grandfather's dying wish, Supreme Court Chief Justice Garrick Vance—the most powerful beast-shifter in the city—was forced to marry me, a human court clerk who had secretly loved him for years.

For six years we pretended to be strangers at work while he remained ice-cold toward me and our daughter Wren at home. When his celebrity ex-girlfriend Seraphina returned from overseas, I watched him come alive for another woman—attending her parties, rushing to her side at midnight.

Meanwhile, our five-year-old daughter waited every night for a father who never came home.

The day Wren nearly died from his careless gift, I finally signed the mate bond dissolution papers.

This time, he's lost us forever.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

"You sure dispatch called this... natural causes?" I gripped the steering wheel, staring at the perfect suburban house.
"That's what they said," Gates muttered. The victim's father, Arthur, stood at the door in pressed khakis, weeping.
He swore his daughter, Grace, died in her sleep last night after eating vanilla pudding.
But the moment we stepped inside, a suffocating cocktail of cheap lavender spray and rotting meat punched me in the sinuses.
In the living room, SpongeBob SquarePants was blasting at maximum volume. Grace was slumped in a recliner. When Gates gently pinched her wrist to lift her arm, a sickeningly soft, tearing rip echoed in the room.
Her grayish skin completely degloved, fused to the leather armrest. Beneath the liquefied muscle tissue, frantic rows of tiny white maggots wriggled into the exposed bone.
A body that died "last night" doesn't breed maggots.

"Whoever left that wild strawberry scent on my bed is dead," the severely germaphobic captain posted.
I froze. It was me.
Now, my idiot brother just locked me in Ronan's room to pay off a debt. Ronan ignored my boyish disguise. Leaning in, his nose brushed my hood.
"Wild strawberry," he whispered, a dangerous smirk forming. "It WAS you."

I am just a simple florist making an honest living. Yet, somehow, the city's untouchable elites keep suffering horrific, freak accidents right after someone buys my flowers. The police know I'm involved, but they can't prove a thing. After all, how much damage can a few blooming petals really do?

In the delivery room, several nurses pinned me down on the operating table.

They were going to forcibly take my eight-month-old baby out of me.

The pain was tearing me apart. I locked my eyes on my husband Xavier Davis, who was standing to the side, and screamed at him in a hoarse voice.

"You animal! That's your child too. How can you do this to him..."

Xavier stared at me, his face completely blank. He didn't say a single word.

"Hurry up! Mia needs the cord blood!"

Julia, standing next to Xavier, snapped impatiently at the doctor.

She was Xavier's stepmother, only two years older than him. Her husband had died not long after she got pregnant, and Xavier had been taking care of her ever since.

Recently, Julia's one-year-old daughter was diagnosed with leukemia. She needed a newborn's cord blood for a transplant, so she set her sights on my baby.

And Xavier agreed to it. That was when I found out the two of them had been sleeping together for a long time.

Julia had nearly bled to death giving birth to their daughter, and lost any chance of having another child.

"What's going on? Her water already broke. Why isn't the baby coming?" The doctor was sweating with anxiety.

Julia picked up a pair of scissors and handed them to the doctor, her voice completely casual.

"Just cut open her uterus. Then the baby comes out."

My eyes went wide with shock. I shook my head desperately. "No. Please, no..."

I mined in a medieval pit, lived on moldy black bread, with whip scars across my back and iron chains around my ankles. The lord treated us like livestock.

I thought that was simply how the world worked—until I forced open a hidden passage and crawled into a white corridor that should not have existed: cold fluorescent lights, metal doors, surveillance cameras, as if the skin of the age had been ripped away in an instant.

That was when I understood: the Middle Ages were only a set, everyone around me was acting, and I was nothing more than a toy for the amusement of the rich.

They cloned the real-life rivals they could never defeat, threw them into different “scenarios,” and tortured them for pleasure.

They thought they could keep me in the dark forever.

What they don’t know is that I’m ready to get out—and tear this entire human-toy industry out by the roots.

The End Times Came, and I Awakened the Ability to Grow Vegetables

Every time I catalyzed a vegetable, it drained my stamina and life force.

But my sister Lucy needs to eat, and everyone in the camp needs to eat.

So I gave my life to the soil, exchanging life for food again and again.

Cult leader Silas patted my shoulder and said I was God's gardener, that Eden was born because of me.

I thought I had found a home.

I distributed the vegetables I grew to everyone in the camp.

Until I discovered the blue-green veins on my sister's arm.

Until I discovered that the bottle of "holy water" I fed her every day wasn't medicine at all.

Until I discovered that my sister had been sent to their altar.

Getting pregnant by her boss after a one-night stand and suddenly leaving her job as stripper was the last thing Serena had hoped for, and to make matters worse he is the heir to the mafia.

Serena is calm while Christian is fearless and outspoken but somehow the two have to make it work. When Christian forces Serena to go through with a fake engagement she tries her hardest to fit in the family and the luxurious life the women live while Christian is fighting as hard as he can to keep his family safe, but everything takes a turn when the hidden truth about Serena and her birth parents comes out.

Their idea was to play pretend until the baby was born and the rule was to not fall in love, but plans don't always go as expected.

Will Christian be able to protect the mother of his unborn child?

And will they end up catching feelings for one another?

Giving up has never been an option….
While fighting for his life and freedom has become commonplace for Alpha Cole Redmen, the battle for both hits a whole new level once he finally returns to the place he’s never called home. When his fight to escape results in dissociative amnesia, Cole must overcome one obstacle after another to get to the place he only knows about in his dreams. Will he follow his dreams and find his way home or will he get lost along the way?
Join Cole on his emotional journey, inspiring change, as he fights to return to Crimson Dawn.

*This is the second book in the Crimson Dawn series. This series is best read in order.

**Content warning, this book contains descriptions of physical and sexual abuse that sensitive readers may find disturbing. For adult readers only.

Lana Danley lives her peaceful life in the small town of Rosecliff where she is a senior in high school. The mundane routine of her daily life is weighing on her as she can only dream of the day she graduates and moves to the big city.
One night, during her shift as a part time forest ranger she finds an unusually large and injured wolf. She decides to help it by bringing it home to treat it’s wounds. Later that night when she goes to check on the wolf, she finds instead her classmate, River Attwood, naked and glaring daggers at her. Soon, she is pulled into the mysteries of Rosecliff and its entanglement with the creatures of the night who rule over the forest, werewolves.

A lycan prince in search of his mate. An abused omega desperate to escape her past demons. A prince who does not know how to love. An omega whose only hope at redemption is finding true love.
Prince Draven, first out of the three lycan princes and next in line to the throne, is a ruthless, blood-thirsty, and arrogant man. He was exposed to the brutality of the world at a tender age. To claim his inheritance and become king, he must find his mate, a mission that appears almost impossible.
When he captures an omega girl who tries to take his life, he must punish her for attempted murder, and maybe use her to get what he wants.
In an attempt to escape an abusive mate and pack, Esmeray finds herself in bigger trouble! She had tried to kill a man in her desperation. When she finds out he's the almighty Lycan Prince, the same man she had heard stories of his ruthlessness as a child, she is sure she will be put to death. But why is the fearless Prince asking her to pretend to be his mate?
When the truth finally unfolds and the prince discovers Esme's deception and background, will he send her back to a life of misery? Or will he find his mate in the last place he was looking?

Warning!
18+

Let’s put her in the golden cage.” He suggested.

A smile formed on Jackson’s face when he heard his twin brother’s insistence. It doesn't seem like the solution to the problem, but it would give them enough time to figure out their new sex slave out.

“Then bring her out when we want to fuck her or when she needs our dicks inside her.”

Married, sex-deprived Anna didn't expect that her sexual fantasies will be fulfilled to the peak when she decided to accept the invite of the Twins sibling she met on Tumblr until she got to their mansion and she was caged and prisoned after signing a legal consensual form.

“Why did you accept our invite? Tell us again, ” Jacob asked Anna as he slapped her already, red swollen cheek.

“Because I want you guys to treat me like a sex slave, ” Anna gulped.

Anna Walson, 18 years old virgin and high school dropout who was maltreated and abused by her father after her mother's death was sold to a man her father owed a huge sum of money and she was forced to marry him. She got entangled with the Michealson brothers that she met on an online platform and had sexual relations with them, which in turn made the twins run a background check on her because they wanted her to themselves.

40 years old Laura Larson, a successful businesswoman as well as a Billionaire CEO of multiple companies in the country had suffered countless marriage fails which led to the death of every man she ever married to die within a year of marriage .

A beautiful woman with an iron fist, given the nickname black widow, because, all the wealthy men she married died mysteriously and she ended up taking the fortune adding to her reputation.

Faced with hardships, and enemies threatening to lay their hands on her wealth, Laura is forced to make a life-changing decision. REMARRY, marry a man who would help her protect her fortune. However what happens when she crosses paths with an all-arrogant 25 years old young man? Handsome, determined, ambitious, and well educated, however, without a job.

Warning ⚠️ strictly 18+, mature language, and illicit contents

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

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

“200.” Came another voice.

“500” Hollered another.

The room was silent for a moment.

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

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

“ I want her.” Came a loud snarl.

Everyone in the crowd grew silent.

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

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

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

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


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

Wouldn't he?

Her tight walls clamped around my cock as she came under me. I closed my lips over the perfect skin at her throat and bit down, wanting to leave my mark. My angel. She tensed and shuddered even harder.

I leaned down. “And you thought I wouldn’t own you, Angel,” I said softly then kissed her ear.


Bella, the ArchAngel of war's daughter fell in love with her captive, a beast and even got pregnant with triplets for him. The dreadful choice is to choose between her forbidden taboo love for the beast or her family and home in the heavens.

Dragon Lord Erik, is the first prince of Hades and he plans to kidnap the virgin bride on her wedding day in Nirvana to cause wars among the universe that will give him the chance to prove his power and capture the most beautiful city Utopia but he ended up falling for
his captive Angel, Bella an archangel but the most terrifying thing for the ruthless beast is falling in love with his enemy.

"I knew I wanted you right from first glance and I came for you."
"Let go of me!!!" I yelled back but when his fingers connected to my skin, I gasped and a moan escaped my lips.
"Do you not like this, my pet?"
I looked at my captor, hunger shooting to my spine and my thighs in heat. I swallowed hard and I gave a nod. "I like it, Daddy."

Kidnapped by a ruthless Mafia Lord, Nora should be scared of her fate but deep down, this monster isn't really a monster. Is it not her fate that she was made for a ruthless mafia?

"Your highness, this is my daughter, and I offer you my loyalty." At a fancy party, I hid in a corner and watched my father, an alpha, bend over to speak to the prince on the throne, while my sister, Bernice, wore a tight, glamorous dress, sit at the prince's feet and show him a charming and smug smile. It was a reception for the Prince and for my sister to be his mate. "My Girl, I got you." My Cousin's disgusting voice sounded. A chill ran down my back. "You can't get it off," he said, reaching for me again. No... At the same time, there was a low cry from the banquet center. Bernice looked pale, and the prince frowned at the crowd before him. He had a Lycan oppressive aura that made everyone afraid to breathe. "Not her," said the prince, refusing even to look at Bernice. How did this happen? Isn't the Prince's mate Bernice? I hid in the corner. I wasn't in the mood to see what was going on at the party. I just wanted to get rid of the jerk in front of me. But why did the Prince Look at me hiding in the corner? Oh, Moon goddess, I can't read his eyes.

Mature audience only: Contains mature language, sex, abuse and violence.

She has no name, not anymore, after so long she has simply forgotten what a name is, what it means to be able to choose, what it means to be able to wish, she has simply forgotten what it means to be a person.
She's just a slave in a pack that makes a point of reminding her that she's nothing more than an object to be used, whether it's to do household chores or to satisfy the sexual desires of her masters.

He is a king, not only that, but the king of werewolves, his domain extends over all the lupine lands and he has never cared about much, his heart is already closed, destroyed by a past he wants to forget.
With one word he could change the whole society, but for what? It's not worth it, the joy of war and fighting is one of the things that keeps him going... And, of course, the pleasure he gets from whoever he wants, whenever he wants, without ever hearing no.

He's not just a king, he's an emperor... His vampire empire covers almost all of Europe, many call him a dictator, others a liberator... He rules his lands with an iron fist, his word is law.
Tired from a long war, he just wants to rest for a while and find the one who will complete him... After living so long, he's tried everything, but he still hasn't found the person fate has given him.

Three completely different people... Three intertwined destinies... Who will heal who and who will survive in the end?

"Are you wet for us already, baby doll?" Braton's deep voice said, traveling through my nerves and setting down my core.

"Take off your clothes slowly," Lucien commanded, prompting my hands to move to the straps of my dress instantly.

"Go lay on the bed and spread your little pussy wide open for our view." Without hesitation, I did as I was told.

"So fucking responsive."


Sophie was tossed between foster homes, where life seemed an endless cycle of neglect, despair, and abuse. Just when she thought her life was about to plunge into darkness once more, she was taken in by a kind-hearted Mafia Princess.

Little did she know that her friendship with the Mafia princess would attract the attention of the world's dangerous mafia twins. They will do anything possible to make her their little slut which includes killing. They are known as pussy hunters.

But they don't fuck one women twice. Will they go through all the trouble just to have her for one night? Or will there be emotion and attachment involved?

Warning: Strong language, smuts, abuse, and some explicit content. Please read at your risk.

"Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head.
"Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted.
Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry.
The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with.
"That would never happen, Cara Mia."
Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple.
Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue while saying her last prayer inwardly.
She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible.
But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her.


Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand.
She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes.
At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for.
Alessandro, an Alpha assumes the identity of a Mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needed a savior before he drowns.
When Arabella was about to accept her miserable fate that couldn'tan't escape from that devil Alpha, Blaze showed up. Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess.
However, she was taken.
The powerful urge to save her from her miserable life catapulted them into another world, which was more chaotic than theirs...

Farryn once had a normal life, as normal as one could have in a world where werewolves were hunted down for sport because they were different. In the matter of a year, Farryn’s life has been turned upside down, losing all her family members and living without her wolf. Until she met Alpha Chandler, she could not believe she might be able to come close to who she once was. However, the Moon Goddess isn’t the only one who has abandoned Farryn in a world where being defenseless means a death sentence….

"You dare touch my mate!? You should not have touched what is MINE."
"My King, I didn't know she was you..your mate!" my attacker stutters out. I don't need to see his aura to feel the very real fear permeate the air.

*****Velvet was left in the mortal world and has no idea what her true identity is. Her power is limited in the mortal realm.

The Fae King is slowly going mad, he needs to find the other half of his soul but where could she be? King Axe rules the Fae realm. In this realm, all males must find their mates or they lose themselves to madness.