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"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?

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.

"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.

"She’s boring now. Dead eyes. No spark. I’m just pretending my memory is stuck at nineteen so I can punish my wife without her leaving me."
Standing in the shadows, I listened to my mafia husband confess his sick game to the doctor. By day, he played the devoted boy who once took a bullet for me, crying over my scars.
By night, he trapped me in pitch-black elevators, letting his men rip my clothes and take photos—all to make his mistress laugh.
He thought my trauma made me weak. He thought heavy sedatives would make me forget.
He didn't know I spat the pills out the moment he turned his back.
Valentino, you played me again.
But this time, I will never give you another chance. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

My mother rips my long-hidden Orion star chart to pieces and hurls the scraps straight into my face like garbage.
For seventeen years, I’ve been the praised straight-A good girl, my shirt collars always buttoned all the way up. I’ve lived solely for one goal: an acceptance letter from Yale, my ticket out of this suffocating cage.
But the second she locks my bedroom door from the outside, it hits me cold: blind obedience only traps you tighter.
Just as despair crashes over me, a silver lighter clatters against my windowsill. Zane—the biker delinquent everyone at school steers clear of—pries open my window and holds out his hand to me.
To hell with the Ivy League. Tonight, Aria’s jumping out of this window that’s kept me prisoner.

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.

My mate—Alpha Jasper—knelt on one knee, proposing to me at my birthday party when Sienna Burrows suddenly appeared.
She was his fated mate once. His first love.
Dressed in the exact same backless red gown I was wearing, she stood there like a queen, regal and untouchable.
She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Hah. Alpha Jasper, no matter how perfect a copy may be, it will never be me."
Alpha Jasper didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, he turned to me, gently taking my left hand in his. His voice was deep, filled with emotion.
"Cynthia, will you marry me?"

“So impatient.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she responds.
He needn’t be told twice. In a beat, Lorcan scoops her up in a motion too fast for the human eye to see. Hooking her legs around his waist, he carries her toward the bed while their lips wage war. He is already incredibly hard for her, his trousers becoming excruciatingly uncomfortable by the second as his patience hangs by a thread.
“This…” he says and tugs at the back of her dress, “…needs to come off.”
“Take it off,” Elle just about orders him, as if she is the queen and he the servant.
He growls at the command – not a threatening sound that dares her to order him around again, but rather a lusty sound as the authoritative tone in her voice makes his loins pulse.


Every hundred years, a new vampire king is crowned and hosts a kingdom-wide ball where he is to choose a mortal woman to sire an heir. It is enforced on each noble family to send one of their daughters to attend the ball.
After her father’s death, Elle became a maid to her cruel stepmother and stepsisters. But when word of the upcoming ball reaches the ears of the Clandestine family, Lady Clandestine forms a plan that will keep her daughters out of the clutches of the vampire king: send Elle in their place, disguised as a noble.
For what are the chances that the vampire king will choose her? And if he does, he will never know she is but a common maid. However, if he finds out…the punishment will be deadly.

In front of me, Daniel kissed his childhood sweetheart.

He said he married me only for the benefits, without any feelings for me.

He even threatened me to give his sweetheart a heart transplant.

I agreed.

But after the transplant, he regretted it. I, however, smiled.

Sylvina wields a rare but illegal form of magic that, if discovered by the infamous Alcove Academy, would lead to her being stripped of her power. But a mysterious blight that only affects the supernatural forces her out of hiding and into crossing paths with Kazimir Devorak, the very man tasked with persecuting Magians like her.

To save her best friend from the blight, Syl must hide who she is and seek out Kaz’s help. And the only way of doing so, is to enrol into Alcove Academy where Kaz works, and where she will have the resources to search for a cure.

But between having Kaz as her professor and working closely with him to research the blight, the lines between right and wrong are bound to blur, and Syl finds herself falling for the last man on earth she’s allowed to pursue.

Because aside from being her professor, he is also the man who will bring her to justice when he learns about her magic.

She knelt in the pouring rain, pounding on my glass door, covered in mud, her voice hoarse from shouting. I stood inside, holding Lily's hand. She called my name, over and over, like calling a dead person. I lowered my head and said to Lily, "Come on, Daddy will take you to dinner." Then I turned and closed the door. From beginning to end, I didn't look at her once. Not because I still hated her. It was because she meant nothing to me anymore. And that woman didn't know—three years ago, when she threw me away like trash, I had already learned not to cling to trash.

My ex and I used to live inside a romance movie.

She was the heroine’s best friend. I was the hero’s loyal sidekick. When the leads got their happy ending, we—the two “extras”—ended up together like an afterthought.

Then the credits rolled, and real life didn’t. The heroine died in a car crash, the hero fell apart, and my girlfriend chose that moment to leave me.

She said she was done being a supporting role. She wanted the spotlight—she wanted the heroine’s place.

I didn’t beg. I left the city alone and started over from nothing.

Five years later, I returned with my own company group—and ran into her again at a charity gala.

She still looked flawless, moving through the room of power and money, keeping up the image of success. She assumed I was still the same guy trailing behind someone else, and she spoke to me with that familiar, pitying superiority—offering to “help” me back into the circle.

Until the lights dimmed, and the host read my name with respectful clarity, inviting me to the stage.

That was when she realized the gala’s biggest sponsor was me—and the “sidekick” she thought she’d left behind was now someone she could never reach again.

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!

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.

“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.

“Trust me, Ethan. Someone used my name to destroy everything I built. Now they’re hunting me for a crime I didn’t commit.”

In Veyra City, your rank decides your place in the world.

The higher your rank, the more power you have. The lower your rank, the less you matter.

Adrian Kane once had everything, until Project Apex turned against him.

Framed and left with nothing but a damaged piece of a system, Adrian discovers something impossible.

The system can show him hidden information about the people around him.

Now, with enemies closing in and an underground broker who seems to know more than she should, Adrian has one chance to uncover the truth.

But why is his status [UNCLASSIFIED]?

And what happens when the system finally reveals what it has been hiding?

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?

For a whole year, my husband's childhood friend treated my high-end boutique like her personal closet.

Bags that ran a few thousand dollars, couture gowns worth tens of thousands. She took whatever she wanted and walked out, never once saying the word "money."

The store bled cash month after month. When I finally hit my limit and told her to pay up, she slapped me across the face in front of a room full of customers.

"You should be flattered I even shop here. And you've got the nerve to ask me for money?"

Garrett came rushing in with his coffee, and the first thing out of his mouth wasn't whether I was okay. He pulled her behind him and told me to apologize, then said if I didn't, he'd divorce me.

I didn't cry, didn't make a scene. I picked the bill up off the floor, turned around, walked out, and made one phone call.

Three days later, Bianca comes back with five of her socialite friends, bragging that they're going to clean out every expensive piece in the place.

I hold my coffee and smile, tell them to take their time.

What she doesn't know is that three days ago, this store already changed hands.

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...

Cara Lennox built her career on emotionally raw love stories. Then her editor went on camera and buried her — citing her bipolar disorder as evidence of professional unreliability and cancelling her third novel. In one carefully worded interview, Cara’s career and mental health were made public property.
Broke and newly infamous, Cara rebuilds her writing routine around a new café patronized by business professionals who have never heard of her. Slowly, reluctantly, she begins a new novel. The male lead remains frustratingly lifeless — until she notices the man who crosses the street to Groundwork every morning at eight forty-five.
Dominic Hale, CEO of Hale Media Group, is controlled, precise, and allergic to disorder. He is also the man who now owns Cara’s book rights. He notices her before he knows who she is — messy, unpredictable, radiating the kind of chaos that makes his jaw tighten. Yet he cannot stop noticing her.
One reckless one-night stand changes everything.
When Cara discovers who he is, war is declared. But underneath the professional combat, she is writing the best work of her life — and he is its unwilling inspiration.
Two people. One reckless night. One very inconvenient novel. Not the man he is, but the man she needed him to be.
The gap between who he is and who she wrote is a precise accounting of everything he has chosen not to be.

Emma, abused by her Alpha father, then sold to another pack. Finds herself rescued by a kind and gentle Alpha and Luna who take her as their own. But their is something different about Emma and her wolf.
TRIGGER: child abuse is mentioned in the first part of the book. what was done, not it being done. this is important to understand Emma and Dawn her wolf.

I thought I was broken. I never knew I was blooming.


My name is Lily, and I've been invisible my whole life.

Growing up in Silver Ridge pack meant surviving my father's drunken rages and protecting my little brother Silver from the monster our dad became after becoming addicted to Shadow Brew—a deadly alcohol made from blood bat flowers. When Mom couldn't take it anymore and chose pills over pain, I became Silver's only shield against a world that had forgotten how to be kind.

At fifteen, my wolf awakened early during a violent storm as I fled my father's latest beating. I found shelter in an abandoned Moon Temple, where I've returned for three years whenever the world became too much to bear. When Old Martha took us in after we had nowhere else to go, she helped me get a job at Green Thumb florist so I could finally contribute something to our small family.

Then came the delivery that changed everything.

When I brought blood bat flowers to Dark Moon Tavern, my wolf went wild with recognition. The performer behind the bar—the man they called Shadow King—was Blake Stone, Alpha of Silver Ridge. The same man whose poisonous creation had destroyed my family.

He was also my fated mate.

The moment our eyes met, I felt the sacred bond snap into place. But Blake already had a chosen mate—the beautiful, vicious Katelyn. When he realized what I was to him, he didn't claim me. Instead, he poured his signature drink over my head and let his mate slap me in front of his entire pack.

"As if I would ever betray you for someone like her," he told Katelyn, his rejection searing through my soul like silver.

Now my wolf is broken, dying from the mate bond Blake severed with his cruelty. I can't shift. I can barely breathe. In desperation, I returned to that abandoned temple to pray for healing.

That's when the Moon Goddess answered.

Glowing soul flowers bloomed from the temple stones—flowers that could heal impossible wounds and grant unimaginable power. Because sometimes the person who breaks you isn't your ending.

Sometimes they're just clearing the path to your true beginning.