2193 Book(s) Related to tell me lies: a novel

Maggie Moon thought she had the perfect life—until a video exposed her husband’s affair.

When she confronted him, he shoved her down the stairs, determined to silence her forever.

She survived. But woke with no memory of the man who tried to murder her.

Now she lives with a charming, powerful husband she doesn’t know is a monster. Will she ever find out?

RAVEN Haler arrived at the Ashford Estate with nothing but a suitcase, a criminal’s surname, and a lifetime of scars she stopped trying to explain years ago.

After her father was imprisoned for her mother’s murder, Raven spent her childhood being passed from one foster home to another.

Until she was sent to Silverridge.

City of elite wealth. Fast cars. Perfect families. The moment Raven stepped into the Ashford mansion, she realized onething immediately, Kai Ashford hated her.

Arrogant. Untouchable. Silverridge Academy’s golden boy and underground racing king.

To everyone else, Kai was perfection wrapped in privilege. The boy every girl wanted and every student feared. Especially Serena Vale, the school’s queen bee who made it very clear that Kai already belonged to her.

Only Raven noticed the truth beneath his arrogance.

Kai previously Mercer was just another abandoned kid pretending he had never been unwanted and he saw too much of himself in her.

What began as hostility quickly turned into something far more dangerous after one night changed everything.

The mysterious masked racer who humiliated Kai in an illegal street race?

Was Raven.

Suddenly, the girl he wanted gone became the only person capable of matching him, in speed, anger, and brokenness.

Now trapped between elite school drama, underground racing, jealousy, and feelings neither of them were supposed to have, Raven and Kai find themselves crossing lines that should never be crossed.

Because the Ashfords do not see them as foster kids. They see them as family, as siblings.

And if the truth about Raven and Kai ever comes out, it could destroy the only home either of them has ever had.

But their forbidden relationship's not the only danger closingin.

Someone from Raven’s past has returned.

Her father’s out of prison and he wants his daughter back.

Content Warning : This collection is pure filth.
If the idea of the man who should protect you instead pinning you down and claiming every hole makes you squirm, close this book immediately and find something tame.
But if your panties are already soaked and your pulse is racing at the thought of forbidden hands on your body… then spread those pages like a good little slut and keep going.
This isn't sweet. This isn't slow. These stories throw innocent young women straight into the fire—defiant brats broken by the commanding cs of their dominant stepdads, possessive stepbrothers, hungry step-uncles, dominant fathers-in-law, reclaiming ex-dads, and their father's best friends.
Expect rough throat-fg that leaves mascara running down flushed cheeks. Expect tight virgin asses stretched wide and pounded mercilessly. Expect fertile little ps pumped full of thick, risky creampies while they growl filthy promises: “Daddy's going to knock you up, princess. Fill that womb until you're carrying my baby.” Sneaking around while Mom sleeps down the hall. Risky quickies that could get them caught any second. Blackmail, power games, and total surrender. These alpha men don't ask—they take.
They train eager mouths, claim every hole, and mark their territory with load after load of hot cum.
Breeding. Deepthroat. Anal. Degradation. DDLG. bm. Raw, unprotected taboo f****g that leaves trembling thighs sticky and minds completely wrecked.If the thought of being owned, ruined, and bred by the men who raised you makes your cunt clench… welcome home, babygirl.Your men are already hard and waiting.

"There was no way to deny it, no way to hide it. The kid was mine."
Staring at the fourteen year old boy standing before him, Alpha Orion Blackthorne's heart stopped.
The striking resemblance was undeniable—it was like looking into a mirror of his own self from twenty years ago.
Fifteen years ago, Elara Quinn fled Pinecrest Valley with a shattered heart and a secret that would change their lives forever. She swore she would never return to the place that caused her so much pain, nor to Orion, the man who broke her.
But when their teenage son, Kael, begins to manifest terrifying and uncontrollable wolf powers, fear drives her to make a desperate choice.
To protect her child, she must face her past and return to the Alpha she once ran away from.
As the embers of their old passion reignite and they try to navigate the painful betrayal of their past, a devastating nightmare strikes. Kael is suddenly snatched away, leaving a trail of dark red blood behind.
Who has taken the Alpha's hidden heir? Is it a warning from their ruthless enemies, or does the boy's awakening power hold a far more sinister secret? Caught in a brutal race against time, Elara and Orion must learn to trust each other again. Will they find their son before it is too late, or will the dark shadows of Pinecrest Valley consume their second chance at love forever?

Today was the first day back at school. While most of the asshats who attended Liston High Private School actually went in for the first day, I was stuck scrubbing the toilets of the Hallow mansion.

And regardless of what my brother says I look like, I am not a scholarship kid. I'm Dainy Hallow and the guy with the Goku hair wiping puke off the pebbled bathroom floor is my older brother Aiden.

Last night as is customary to do the night before school starts, we had a huge ass party.

Our initial plan was to go to school, skip last period, get home and clear out the evidence before our parents arrived back the following day.

Let's just say that plan went to shit fast when Aiden called mom. He asked her to pick up the suit he ordered from G&G for the cancer benefit we were hosting next month. A simple question followed by an unexpected answer.

Apparently, my brother and I were misinformed with regards to my parents return. My parents were actually arriving today in less than three hours.

Two hours and four injuries later, the beer bottles are gone. The bathrooms now sanitized, and beds clothed in fresh unused linen.

The rest of the house is tidy but not clean. My brother and I aren't dumb, we've been doing this for five years.

Unlike most siblings, Aiden and I don't bicker all the time.

Five hundred years ago, he was a king. A dragon. A man feared by kingdoms… and loved by the one person who destroyed him.
She was his queen. His betrayal. His end.
Now he’s awake and she doesn’t remember him.
Imelda thought she was escaping her broken life when she left America for a trip to Italy. Instead, she walks into a forest, follows a voice she cannot explain… and frees a chained man who should have stayed forgotten.
A man who calls her Amber. A man who swears she stabbed him through the heart. But the world is not what she thinks it is.
He has a kingdom buried beneath modern cities. A loyal commander who has waited centuries, a past that refuses to stay dead, a power that bends reality itself.
As memories begin to surface and truths start to fracture, Imelda realizes something. She didn’t just wake him up, She triggered a war between love, memory… and fate.

“To think that you this filthy whore is my mate, the goddess must be joking." Alpha Vincent said with a voice dripping with venom and my heart skipped a beat when I saw his handsome face but his cruel words sliced through my skin like a dagger.

My lips quivered when I parted them to speak, “I am not a whore." It came out like a whisper and I fucking hate it.

”Oh," Alpha Vincent said with sarcasm as he took long strides toward me. I had to remind myself that he was taller than me.

“Are you going to tell me it was all a misunderstanding and someone set you up?" Alpha Vincent asked with sarcasm and I smelled alcohol.

“How... did you know that?" I stuttered as I gripped the side of my dress.

“He is drunk!" I realized and held my dress tightly to my side.

I thought he didn't know about what happened, but how could I think that the Alpha wouldn't be aware of what happened?

“The walls have ears, princess." He said, more of sarcasm and I wish the ground would swallow me up right now.

“But to think you let a man touch you, I can as well treat you as my whore," he added and this time, he was closer to me and I could taste his breath on my lips.

Quinn spent eighteen years being told she was cursed, unwanted, and unworthy of a mate bond at all. She survived by believing that when her mates finally found her, everything would change.

She was right. Just not the way she hoped.

On her eighteenth birthday, the bond did not point to one man. It pointed to three, the most feared generals in the werewolf world, bound together by a prophecy no one has seen fulfilled in three hundred years. They were supposed to be her salvation.

Instead, a lie reached them first. Convinced their fated mate was a woman who sold herself for money, they claimed her anyway, not out of love, but out of the need to control what they believed she was. Punishing hands. Cruel smiles. A cage dressed up as devotion.

Quinn survived worse than three angry mates. What she did not expect was the truth waiting underneath their cruelty, a bloodline stolen from her at birth, a murder buried for eighteen years, and a woman pulling every string from the shadows who needs Quinn broken before she ever learns what she really is.

They swore to ruin her. They have no idea what they actually woke up.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, the prisoner refuses to meet with you."

Two months later.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert the prisoner still refuses to meet with you."

Six months later

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, the prisoner is firm and still refuses to meet with you."

One year later.

"Mr. Robert, sorry, we asked, and she refuses to meet with you, persistently."

Two years later.

"Mr. Robert, she doesn't want to see you."

The female guard in uniform politely spoke to the man in front of her.

Upon hearing this, the man paused and then said to the female guard.

"You tell her for me that I will marry her when she comes out."

Anna doesn't believe that a man who has been in love for ten years will betray her.

In the adjournment room, Anna sat sluggishly on the chair. Two days in court left her exhausted.

"Robert, do you really want to push me to hell?"

"Your father pushed my mother into the sea, and I'll make his daughter's life worse than death. It s fair, right?"

Anna eyes were flled with tears, but she stubbornly raised her head and held it back.

When she looked at Robert again, she took on a pleading look and said,

"For the sake of the past ten years we have been together, would you drop your case?"

Robert stood up, looking at her from a high position, coldly snorted.

"Heh, I have been waiting this day for ten years. How could | drop it?"

Looking at her miserable appearance, Robert heart seemed to have cracked a ittle. He frowned, suppressing that feeling, and cruelly said:

"But you still have some time left. Next week is my engagement party with Lily. This is the invitation, and you are welcome to attend."

He dumped the invitation on Scarlet's body with contempt, and walked away without looking back.

Anna looked at the white invitation letter, as if the last ounce of her strength had been taken away. She fell into a chair, and could not even breathe.

When she and Robert were together, he never said he wanted to marry her.

Now he was getting married, and she was going to jail.

Anna hung her head, covered her face with both hands, and let the tears fall all over her cheeks.

When the trial started again, Anna stood quietly at the defendant's table and listened to the judge's statement.

" Defendant!"

Anna came back to her senses, and instead of looking at the judge, she looked at Robert.

Suddenly, she smiled, quiet and well- behaved, just like the first time when they met and she called him "honey' '.

Robert.' heart trembled by her gaze as if something was flowing away.

"Robert., my father is dead, and he had it coming, and I also have to go to jail."

"From now on, we are even! The past ten years, I will pretend I never met you....

Tears broke out from Anna eyes; she turned her head to the judge and said,

"I plead guilty!"

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

At the Eternal Night Realm admission ceremony, Carly suddenly grabs my hand.

My heart pounds. I think he is going to announce our relationship to the entire continent.

Instead, he says, "Eve, thanks for everything these past five years. But Lym didn't make the cut. She's hurting right now, and I need to go back and be there for her."

He crushes the realm token right in front of thousands of people.

For five years, I hid my pureblood lord identity. I drained my magic until I literally coughed up blood, quietly paving every step of his way.

I thought we loved each other. I thought after this ceremony we would rise to the top together.

But his casual thanks for everything crushes five years of my devotion into dust.

What is even more laughable is that the moment the online backlash hits Lym, he calls me on the comms.

"Eve! You need to put out a statement to clear this up right now! As my friend, you owe me this!"

Friend?

My hand holding the crystal shakes.

I was six years old when Mom took my brother and me by the hand, leading us into a mansion that looked like a palace. She told us this was our new beginning, after all the hardships we'd been through. But no one warned me that this so-called better life would mean giving up everything I had.

My scholarships, my prom dress, even my Stanford acceptance letter—they all turned into bargaining chips just to keep my stepfather and his daughter Sienna happy. Then, the night before my wedding, they even asked my fiancé to "temporarily" give himself to her as well.

I've always been the one giving everything, pouring myself out until there's nothing left, yet I've never heard the words, "You're enough." If love means endless sacrifice, why am I never the one on the receiving end?

Maybe only when I vanish completely will they remember my name—for the first and last time.

I tried twenty times to finalize my betrothal with Caius for our overseas fellowship, but accidents kept hurting me. I thought it was fate’s test—until I heard him admit he planned it all. He wanted another girl, using my pain to make me quit, all to keep his reputation clean. Now awake, I ended this lie for good.

At the Met Gala, I heard my husband tell his friends in French that I'm "boring." That his 22-year-old girlfriend is "so much more exciting in bed."

He laughed when they asked if I knew. "Elle ne comprend même pas 'bonjour'." (She doesn't even understand 'bonjour'.)

What Marcus doesn't know: I spent two years at the Sorbonne.

Je comprends tout, Marcus. I understand everything.

The diamond necklace he gave me after my miscarriage suddenly feels too tight. I smile at him across the champagne and candlelight.

He has no idea what's coming.

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

The floodwaters rushed into the basement, trapping my sister Isabella and me in the surging currents.

My brother, a former Navy SEAL, smashed through the window. Without a second of hesitation, he secured the rescue rope around Isabella.

"You're a good swimmer, figure your own way up! Isabella can't take the cold, I have to get her out first!"

He abandoned me and turned to hoist the rope, accidentally kicking away the only wooden crate keeping me afloat.

Once Isabella was pulled up, she reached down and slid the outer latch, deadlocking the only vent grate.

The floodwaters instantly swallowed me whole. Mud and debris violently surged into my mouth and nose. I was drowned alive.

I've caught my fiancé Henry cheating ninety-nine times. And every single time, I forgave him.

That's because I have this rare condition—short-term memory loss. Every morning, I wake up with no memory of what happened the day before.

But then, out of nowhere, a car accident actually cured me.

I was so excited. I rushed over to tell Henry the good news, but stopped cold when I heard him outside the door, joking around with his friends:

"Didn't Judy get sick because she walked in on you and Kenna having sex?"

The Blood Moon Festival ended the night Caelan Voss stood up in front of every faction in Aurevael and announced he only wanted one person.
Her name wasn't mine.
The other consorts took their gold and went home. The Ironpact warriors headed back to their barracks. The Sylvari delegation slipped out before the second toast. The Covenant scholars packed their notes. Reunions. Celebrations. The kind of night the holiday was made for.
I had nowhere to go.
The mark on my inner wrist had always been warm. Just a low, steady pulse—easy to ignore after a few years, like a clock you stop hearing. I pressed my fingers over it out of habit.
Cold.
The contract was over. Twenty-one years, four failed routes, and now this. The ancient binding that had pulled me into this world had made its verdict.
I went to find a rope.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

The fake heiress and I died twice fighting over the same thing—which of us would get adopted by that wealthy couple.

The first time, I got the necklace. I became their daughter. I thought I'd finally have everything I'd ever wanted. Three months later, they drowned me in the bathtub.

William's voice still echoes in my head. "This is your fault! If we'd taken Chloe instead, she'd still be alive!"

The second time, I gave Chloe the necklace. Let her have the good life. I thought that would keep me safe.

Five years later, Chloe turned up dead in their mansion. The Harringtons called the cops on me. They said I broke in and killed her out of jealousy. I died in prison, broken and tortured. The last thing I heard was Catherine's voice through the visiting room glass, cold as ice. "You belong in the gutter."

The third time, I open my eyes again.

I watch the couple smile at us, all warmth and kindness, and one question burns in my mind. Which daughter do they actually want?

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

I once thought that marrying Gabriel was my redemption in a time of despair, but little did I know, it was an eight-year-long hellish scam.
On the day of the wedding, my fiancé abandoned me for Lily, and during the pursuit, my parents were involved in a car accident — one dead and one severely injured.
It was him — Don Gabriel of the mafia family, who used his influence to send my mother to the best hospital, personally performing her surgery, but couldn't save her.
In the hospital, he publicly proposed, saying he would protect me for life, and I, desperate, agreed, clinging to it like a lifeline.
For eight years after marriage, every month, he used a syringe the size of a baby’s arm to draw my blood, saying that my blood type was rare and was being stored as an emergency reserve.
Even though I became weak and sick, I foolishly believed this was his care.
Until I became pregnant, joyfully sharing the good news, only to overhear his conversation in his study on Christmas Eve: The car ac

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle.

One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most.


Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!”
Estelle lay her legs down, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Drinking is bad for your stomach.”
“I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.”
“You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak.
She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again.
“You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

"Four hundred thousand. Is that enough for your services?" Ariana tossed the card at the man, mistaking the Capital's most powerful billionaire, Lucas Firestone, for a club host. Betrayed by her fiancé and ousted by her sister, Ariana sought a night of oblivion. She thought he was just a paid distraction, but Lucas had other plans. When she tries to disappear, he corners her against the wall, his dark eyes burning with possessive heat. "You bought my body, Ariana. But the price for leaving? That’s going to cost you a lifetime."

He was the heir of top rich family, but he was deaf, blind and lame.
I, an orphan, decided to marry him for his money.
Everyone laughed at us, but I struggled alone to support the whole family.
But one day, I was so shocked when I discovered his secret!

WARNING: ENTER ONLY IF YOU DARE

This isn’t your typical erotica. These pages burn with the raw, the forbidden, and the utterly unrestrained. A collection of taboo desires—dark, decadent, and dangerously addictive. You’ll find yourself breathless, moaning, aching for more as each twisted tale peels back layers of lust and depravity. Not for the faint of heart. Absolutely not for anyone under 18.


Gloria has everything—beauty, a perfect body, a big house—but not what she craves most: raw, hungry attention. Her husband’s too busy, her desires too loud, and her need too wicked to ignore. One reckless night at a secret club, she unleashes her darkest urges on a sinfully hot stranger. She thinks it’s a one-time fuck, wild and unforgettable.

But Tristan Vale doesn’t do one-time.

He's the country's most powerful trillionaire, dangerously obsessed, and now that he’s had a taste of Gloria’s sweet rebellion, he won’t stop until she’s ruined, wrecked, and moaning his name with no escape. She thought she could walk away.

He’s about to prove her wrong. Very, very hard.

Three years ago, I married the man I love most, and I thought we would always be happy for the rest of our lives.

But that woman returned home and my husband's heart was taken from her again.

I was wrongly accused, insulted, and I lost everything, but I still couldn't get his heart back.

I finally decided to get a divorce, but he changed his mind again ......

This story contains explicit content, intense emotional tension, and dangerously possessive alpha behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Does your brother know," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "that his worst enemy is touching his sister right now?"
A soft whimper escaped me. My body reacted instinctively, tightening around his touch.
"No," I gasped, desperate and trembling. "He can never know. He can never find out."
He deepened his touch, and my words dissolved into a breathless cry.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice a low promise. "This stays between us."
For ten years, Skye Moore lived by one rule: Stay away from Thorne. Once her brother's closest friend, now his greatest enemy, he was the one man she was never meant to be close to.
Cold, powerful, and dangerously untouchable, Thorne existed far beyond her world until the day Skye walked into his office, unknowingly becoming his new secretary.
The moment Thorne sees her again, control slips from his grasp. Because Skye is forbidden and the harder he tries to keep his distance, the harder it becomes to resist.
Skye doesn't understand why his presence rattles her, why his gaze lingers too long, or why every moment with him feels charged. All she knows is that the man her brother warned her about may be the one she can't escape.
Because some enemies don't want revenge, they want her. And Thorne is done pretending he doesn't crave every part of her.

"Wellington!" I cried out, unable to stop the sensation building inside me.
"Yes, my babe, let it all out," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I screamed his name as the release came, my body shaking uncontrollably. Fluid poured from my pussy, leaving me breathless and dazed.
"What was that?" I asked, panting.
He chuckled, his mouth glistening. "Your first orgasm, baby. I love the taste.”


One reckless night turned Louisa’s life upside down. She lost her virginity, got pregnant, and had to drop out of school after working so hard for her future. The stranger she slept with disappeared, and all her efforts to find him failed. Few years later, Louisa is stunned to see him on TV, Wellington Morgan, the billionaire CEO, now engaged to another woman after his actions shattered her life. Thrown into Wellington’s dangerous world of secrets, Louisa must fight to protect her son. Can Wellington and Louisa overcome the past, or will it tear them apart forever when Wellington’s wedding date with her fiance has been fixed?

Summer learned early that some lines should never be crossed. And Cole Matthew was one of them.
Rule #1 of girl code: Best friends’ brothers were off limits.
So she buried her feelings at fifteen and followed it for four years.
Four years of swallowing her crush on Cole every time he ruffled her hair and called her ‘kid’.
She pretended not to care until the night she saw him at the diner where she worked, watching his perfect girlfriend Regina kiss another guy.
Summer did the only thing she was ever allowed to do: comforting him like a sister.
She offered to do anything to help him until he felt better.
But Summer didn’t expect him to take it as far as kissing her.
That night broke every rule she built her life around.
When morning came, everything between them was no longer innocent.

Delilah Ramones was thrilled to be named Luna of her pack, a moment she had eagerly awaited to stand beside Alpha; Jeremy Davenport.
But her joy was shattered when she was kidnapped and nearly killed by her stepbrother, Benson, who wanted his sister, Tracy, to become Luna instead.
Fortunately, Delilah was able to escape and was rescued by Elijah William. To her surprise, Elijah was not just any rescuer; he was King Alpha.
Elijah wouldn't let Delilah get away.
He offered her two choices: become his and have everything she could ever want, or refuse him and face death.

Dark Romance · Forbidden Love · Reverse Harem · Good Girl Gone Bad · Hockey Captain · Professor · Step-Siblings
"Spread your legs a little wider."
He knelt in front of the fitting room mirrors, his tongue working her until she trembled, all three mirrors reflecting the same image at once — her pussy spread open, her clit wet and gleaming.
"Clench." His other hand pinched her nipple and pulled it outward. "Someone's knocking outside. You'd better not make a sound."

Warning: This book will have you dripping from page one.
No slow-burn setup. No lukewarm back-and-forth. Just her getting her pussy slapped raw against a bathroom sink, the professor fingering her in his office until her legs give out, the hockey captain grinding her to orgasm through his practice pants, her ex-stepbrother forcing her hand onto his cock after she refuses his proposal, and an older man pressing down on her lower abdomen while he comes inside her so deep she's still leaking the next morning.
She used to be the perfect Kincaid daughter. Now she's drowning in debt. To stay alive, she'll kneel and take cock all the way down her throat until she gags. To survive, she's learned to negotiate with her body — to trade orgasms for control.
The hockey captain pins her to the bed and grinds against her pussy through her panties until she's sobbing. The professor sits her in his office and makes her read her thesis out loud while his fingers fuck her until she squirts. The mechanic corners her in a bathroom stall, describing her cunt in the filthiest terms while he slaps her clit until it's swollen and raw. Her ex-stepbrother folds her legs up to her chest, wraps his hand around her throat, and comes as deep inside her as he can.
Cum striping her collarbones after he fucks her tits, and he bends down to lick every drop clean. Pinned face-first against a mirror, her nipples pressed flat against the cold glass, each thrust slamming through her until they go numb. Held in his arms in the bathroom like a child while he makes her piss, the stream running down her thighs mixed with his cum.
On the surface, she's getting fucked senseless in every available location. In reality, every time she drips and begs and falls apart, she's dragging them straight into the trap she built for them.
She is not a toy being passed between men.
She is the woman who gets fucked until she can't stand — and still trains every single one of them into a dog that orbits only her.
This is not a sweet redemption story.
This is the story of a woman torn apart by debt, desire, and men — and how she claws for control every single time after she's been filled, fucked open, and bred.
If you want to watch her forced to drip and still spitting filth through gritted teeth, if you want to see the men who should have protected her pinning her down and fucking her mindless in every room, if you want cum running down her thighs and cock shoved so deep in her throat she's gagging —
Then open it.
Her men are already hard.
And you — do you want to spread your legs a little wider?

“Don’t worry, Selena. Everyone will forgive you if you fail.”

Those were the words my stepmother whispered before she pushed me into the biggest humiliation of my life.

In my past life, I was the foolish Windsor heiress who lost everything. My family abandoned me, my reputation was destroyed, and the people I trusted buried me alive in a nightmare I could never escape.

But fate gave me a second chance.

Now, I am no longer the weak girl they controlled. I remember every lie, every betrayal, and every trap waiting for me. I will reclaim my mother’s jewelry empire, expose those who stole my life, and make every enemy pay.

But when the coldest lawyer in New York, Damian Cross, steps into my revenge plan, he sees the woman I have become—not the girl everyone despised.

The only question is…

Will he help me destroy my enemies, or will he uncover the darkest secret behind my rebirth?

"You've been imagining me doing this to you, huh, toy? Making you scream and cum?"
He taunted, his fingers fucking me harder, his grip unrelenting.
They shouldn't want it. They shouldn't do it. But they always do.
This collection dives deep into the dirtiest corners of desire, obsession, control, and the thrill of being caught.
Every story pushes boundaries, blurring lines between danger and ecstasy, pain and pleasure, power and surrender. The women in this book want to be fucked in every hole to cum relentlessly and fucked till they have cum dripping down their legs.
Make Me Wet is dark, explicit, and unapologetically filthy, a forbidden fantasy you'll wish was real. So sit back, relax and of course get wet!

Married to Damien Blackwood for two years, Vera Sinclair has become the most notorious trophy wife in the city. As the legitimate Mrs. Blackwood, she can only watch helplessly as her family's business crumbles, her father faces criminal charges, and no one dares to offer assistance.

Damien looked at her with cold indifference: "Vera, if I don't say a word, do you think there is anyone in this town who would dare to help you?"

Everyone watches her crash into walls everywhere she turns, bloodied and broken, her eyes growing colder with each rejection. When her heart began to freeze after experiencing all of this, fate gave her a way out of the darkness.

At their first meeting, she lights a cigarette for him with steady hands. At their parties, he asks with a knowing smile, "Tell me, Miss Sinclair, how much are you planning to spend on me?"

Caspian Vale—a distinguished heir, cold and noble, who has never made a single mistake. Everyone in the city speaks his name with admiration and respect.

That morning, when Vera leaves Caspian's hotel and gets photographed by the paparazzi, the entire city erupts in scandal. The city's untouchable golden boy has actually taken his rival's wife!

Everyone says Vera is skilled at seducing powerful men, but Caspian's response silences them all with just four words— "I made the first move."

Under the city lights, in the embrace of falling snow, from the very beginning, it was he who took the initiative.

21+, Forbidden Romance, BDSM, Taboo Desires.

In my world, I only breathe to crave him.
I’m his little slut, dripping and weak at the sound of his voice, trembling for every filthy command.

When he says, “On your knees,” I sink down, aching to serve.
“Open that mouth,” and I spread my lips wide, hungry for his cock.
“Take me,” and I swallow him deep, gagging, moaning, begging for more.

I live to be his—obedient, ruined, owned.
Every kiss makes me wetter, every touch breaks me deeper, every thrust reminds me I’m nothing but Daddy’s dirty kitten.

This is pure erotica. Forbidden. Kinky. Unapologetically filthy.
18+ only.

Harriet Walter once had everything wealth, power, and a future others envied.

Then she made a choice for love.

When forced to choose between an arranged marriage to a powerful CEO or losing her inheritance, Harriet chose the man she believed in Taylor. To prove her loyalty, she sacrificed everything: her family, her fortune, even the company that carried her name.

But love turned into ashes.

The man she gave the world for slowly lost everything, and Harriet blamed herself for his fall. She stayed beside him through humiliation, poverty, and regret… until the night he did the unthinkable.

With a single bet, her husband gave her away.

Now Harriet belongs to a man no one knows a silent figure whose face hides beneath the brim of a hat. A man who wins people the way others win money.

Running is impossible. She tried once.

She woke up in his bed… marked, watched, and surrounded by walls filled with her own photographs.

Someone has been studying her.
Someone has been waiting.

The question is not who took Harriet Walter.

The real question is… why has he wanted her for so long?

In a world where bullying and insecurities seem to dominate, Mara, a tall and nerdy young girl with a hidden talent for swimming, faces daily teasing at school and the indifference of those around her. But her life takes an unexpected turn when, due to surprising circumstances, she becomes the full-time babysitter for the younger brother of the hockey team captain, Damon, and his younger brother, Mathew.

As she spends more time at the coach’s house, Mara discovers in the pool— that place where she dreamed of becoming a champion—a source of inspiration and transformation. However, Damon’s presence, who, along with other classmates, has treated her with contempt, and the school rivalry that extends into the home, complicate things even further. Her relationship with Denisse, the popular cheerleader and Damon’s ex-girlfriend, adds tension to an already challenging scenario.

By getting closer to Mathew and sharing moments in the pool, Mara also begins to get to know Jason, a young man initially seen as a rival, but who gradually reveals himself to be a complex figure and, eventually, a genuine support. What starts as rivalry evolves into an unexpected friendship, and perhaps, something deeper.

Through her experiences, Mara discovers that true beauty arises when one dares to be authentic. Her self-confidence grows, and in the process, she finds in Jason a strength that helps her overcome her fears and leave behind past wounds.

Will Mara and Jason be able to overcome their own obstacles, turn enemies into friends—and perhaps into love? Is it possible that bravery, protection, and acceptance can change their destinies?

A story of growth, courage, and hope that demonstrates that, even amid pain and adversity, true beauty lies in authenticity and the capacity to reinvent oneself.

One unforgettable night was never meant to change anything.
But when Rose Clifton walks back into Scott Cockney’s life, she unknowingly steps into a secret that could destroy three hearts, two hockey careers, and an entire hockey empire.
Scott, the passionate team captain, has never stopped searching for her. Ervis, the quiet superstar, helps her find the dream she gave up years ago. Caught between two men who refuse to let her go, Rose soon realizes love is the least dangerous thing in her life.
As jealousy grows, friendships break, scandals explode, and a dark conspiracy hidden beneath professional hockey begins tearing everything apart, Rose and the two men she loves must fight for more than their future together. They must fight to survive.
“You were always meant to be mine,” Scott says.
“Then let me spend forever proving you belong with us,” Ervis vows.
When love becomes the deadliest game of all, can the three of them hold on to each other before everything falls apart?

Five years after being forced into a bond she never chose, Becky finally breaks free—only to awaken a power no one knew she possessed.
Rejected, hunted and betrayed by the pack she sacrificed everything for, Becky escapes into the arms of Draven, the feared rogue leader and sworn enemy of her former mate. Their union is meant to be political. Temporary and a weapon of revenge.

But as forbidden alliances form, old crimes resurface, and a deadly race pits rogues against alphas, Becky discovers that her enemies are closer than she imagined—and that her own blood may hold secrets capable of shaking the Alpha Council itself.
In a world ruled by dominance, bonds, and lies, one woman’s rejection may ignite a war no one survives.

They said control keeps us safe.
They lied.
Control is an illusion — and the moment it slips, desire takes over. In this collection, innocence is devoured, vows are broken, and boundaries are nothing but invitations. These are the obsessions that leave you trembling, awaken cravings you dare not confess, and drive you wild under touches that both destroy and reclaim you.
Every story is hotter, riskier, more forbidden than the last, and once you open the book, you’re already inside their world.

When Riley caught her girlfriend getting married to her proud brother, she felt betrayed, and her family's taunt broke her. In order to hide her hurting soul, Riley picked the man closest to her and declared that he was her fiance. But the man wasn't just any regular guy, he was Alexander Hamilton-Rodriguez. One of the richest CEO in the country.
Alex was having issues with his wife, Quinoa, and thought Riley would be able to help, so he offered her a contract marriage.

Unfortunately, Riley found out that she had just two months to live, at that moment, she wanted something real, and the next closest person to her was Doctor Roland Salad, Quinoa's brother.

A dying Riley needed Roland, and the haunted Alex needed Riley. But Roland wasn't sure of who he wanted, because he was in love with the both of them.

My husband hasn't touched me in five years. He claims he has a rare, violent allergy to women.
So when I was slipping off a cliff, he let me fall into a freezing river rather than grab my bare hand.
I lost our baby.
Three days later, I caught him rubbing another woman's ankle with his bare hands. His eyes were full of love.
So much for the rare allergy. It only applies to the woman you don’t love.
I dropped the divorce papers on his desk. "I want out."
He thought I was bluffing. But what happens when the "chaste" billionaire realizes the wife he threw away is the one who found for many years?

My mad mother, in her final moments, pressed a set of Russian nesting dolls into my arms.
"These cost me thirty years of my life. In return, they'll give you three ways out of death."
The first doll told me to go to a bar and bring home the third strange man I met.
The second doll, she said to open on the eve of my wedding. There was no note inside. Only a photograph — my groom, killing a woman wearing the exact same wedding dress as mine.
Three years later, on the eve of another wedding, I opened the last doll. I read the note, smiled, and dropped it in the trash.
It was only later that I understood —
This mad woman saw more clearly than anyone sane in this world.
Mom, I'm sorry.

For a century, Carlos and I were the most envied lovers of the Dawn Court—yet our story ended in a cage of mutual, agonizing torment.

He loathed me for shattering a forbidden spell to forcefully awaken his memories, a desperate act that drove his precious half-elf, Lilia, to plunge to her death from the Astral Tower.

And I resented him for completely erasing our sacred vows. The very man who had once taken a lethal dragon's breath to save my life had awakened only to draw his blade against my throat—and offer his heart to my closest friend.

For the dark centuries that followed, he chained me in a sunless dungeon, using every conceivable cruelty to break my spirit.

Right up until my mana withered and I drew my last, agonizing breath, the venom he had spat through gritted teeth still echoed in the darkness: "Cecilia, you disgust me. I would rather have never remembered you at all."

In the cold embrace of death, clarity finally pierced my obsession. I understood then that I never should have used the ashes of our past to chain a man whose heart had already moved on.

I opened my eyes and found myself thrust back to the exact day Carlos returned hand-in-hand with Lilia, his memories entirely wiped clean...

I begged my mom for ten dollars, but she smashed my head with a frying pan instead.

The next day, my mother posted on a forum asking:
"Hi everyone. My eldest son lied about the end of the world just to get ten dollars. I want to ask, how can I sell him on the underground black market to pay off his younger brother's $20,000 debt?"

The moment I saw that post, any remaining love I had for them died instantly. I snapped my phone's SIM card in half.

What she didn’t know was that a world-ending acid flood would descend upon New York tomorrow.

I had begged so bitterly for that ten dollars just to trigger the Ten-Million-Fold Return System to build a three-billion-dollar Doomsday Ark.

Since she didn’t want it, I gave the throne of the Ark Queen to the female classmate who casually tossed me some charity.