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Ayesha Wilson, a 19-year-old Harvard scholar on a full ride, never expected her life to spiral into a storm of power, secrets, and forbidden love. Her father works for Aberama Kane, a ruthless billionaire whose son, Daniel Kane, once tried to bully her out of Harvard.

But when Daniel discovers Ayesha is about to marry his much older uncle, he storms into her life, determined to stop her. What he doesn’t know is why she’s marrying him — and Ayesha has no intention of telling. She’s already sacrificed enough.

As Daniel digs for the truth, anger turns into obsession, and saving her becomes something far more dangerous. But if he manages to stop the wedding… will he let her go — or claim her for himself?

At Blackthorn Academy, humans are at the bottom of the food chain. They exist to serve, entertain, or die.

Aria Vale was never supposed to end up here. But when a mysterious sponsor forces her enrollment, she quickly learns the truth—Blackthorn is a vampire stronghold, ruled by ancient laws and deadly desires.

Only to meet Lorien Duskbane, the cold, untouchable vampire prince. He’s cursed, doomed to destroy anyone he thirsts for. Yet, when Aria walks into his world, his control begins to unravel. She shouldn’t tempt him—her blood, her body, everything about her is forbidden.

But Aria isn't just a fragile human girl. A hidden power stirs in her blood, a secret that could shatter Blackthorn’s balance of power. And when another dark, ruthless vampire—Sebastian Voss—sets his sights on her, Aria is thrown into a battle between two predators who will risk everything to claim her.

She is the key to their fate. The curse. The prophecy.
And the one thing they can never have.

Will she run? Or will she give in to the hunger?

“Ahh!” She cried out, her gaze locked on the man fucking her. Her Brother-In-Law.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she clutched the pillow above her head.

“Fuck!” Tristian groaned, driving his shaft deeper into her.

Alice cried out again, her nails digging into his skin as her eyes rolled back, screaming louder with every hard thrust.

“Ahhh! uhh!” she moaned, pressing her hands against her breasts as Tristian leaned over her, capturing them in his mouth and sucking hungrily, sending shivers of fire through her body.

Tristian slapped her breasts, nipping and flicking her nipples with his tongue as he squeezed them, driving his dick relentlessly into her and pushing her closer to the edge of madness.

Alice arched her back, meeting Tristian’s kiss before he broke it. Her lips parted, letting out trembling, breathless screams.

“Ahh! Aaah! Uh!” Her eyes widened with pleasure as she cried out across his face. “Faster! Mmm–Faster! Ah!” She gasped, overwhelmed by the sheer size and force of him, her body shivering under every thrust.

The door to the room remained slightly ajar. A shadow was drawn by the loud moans echoing from within. He crept closer, eyes narrowing and peered inside–only to have them widen in disbelief.

What he saw stole his breath. His own brother, pressed against his wife, their lips and bodies entwined. He gasped–

Lia Sterling works for Caius Vane, a powerful and unapproachable businessman who keeps everyone at arm's length. When Caius desperately needs help keeping custody of his nine-year-old nephew Leo, a boy who hasn't spoken a word since the accident that killed his parents, he makes Lia an offer.

Move into his penthouse.

Pretend to be his fiancée.

Act as Leo's mother for six months.
Two million dollars. Then she's free to disappear.
It should be simple. Just survive six months then walk away.

But Leo reacts to her in ways he shouldn't. Caius starts watching her too closely, asking questions about her past. And a dangerous man from two years ago finds her, threatening to expose secrets that could destroy not just the arrangement, but her entire life.

Because Lia isn't who she says she is.
And the accident that took Leo's parents? She knows more about it than anyone realizes.

Now she's trapped in a penthouse with a man who's starting to suspect the truth, and running out of time before everything she's been hiding comes crashing down.

There is a difference between an orphan and an abandoned orphan, and Madelyn understood this difference at a very young age. She became a subject of ridicule and bullying because of her status as an abandoned orphan. As a nobody, she couldn't fight her bullies. Hence, she was waiting for the day when she would be able to leave the living hell of that city while enduring all the harassment and physical hurt from her bullies, especially from Oscar Howart. Things changed when Maximum Blackwood entered her life as a knight in shining armor, making Madelyn develop a crush on him. But Oscar left her speechless when he also changed his attitude towards her. What was his game? She didn't understand, but she welcomed this new change, which was better than him hurting her almost every day. Is she too naive to believe that a bully like Oscar can change, or can Oscar really change? Does Maximus save her from falling for Oscar, or let her learn her lessons after heartbreak? Will he reciprocate her feelings for him?

A substitute, huh?

She met him out of luck, and out of the blue, he proposed something to her that she couldn't possibly refuse.

To become his wife.

But unknown to her, she was just a substitute to him, all because she resembled his beloved ex.

And when his ex returned, she was something he could easily discard.

Heartbroken, betrayed, and called a golddigger, she left with her little brother and her mother, who was recovering from a dangerous illness.

Only to return 7 years later as a completely different person with pride.

What happens when they cross paths with each other? Especially when he saw a young child beside her who looked just like his childhood pictures? But most especially, what would happen when he discovered just how much he was hated by the child, since his mother had filled his mind with something beyond saying.

The night before the SAT, Instagram exploded with a viral post:

"Madison, tomorrow I'm going to confess my love to you with my SAT exam! I'll write you love letters in my English essay, bubble 'I LOVE YOU' on my math answer sheet, fill my physics test with your name......"

Below the text was a photo of two hands intertwined.

I tapped to enlarge it. The familiar scar on his right wrist stabbed straight through my heart.

Comments poured in below: "This is insane! What kind of earth-shattering love is worth sacrificing standardized test scores for?"

The blogger immediately responded: "No worries, I already got MIT early admission anyway. Taking the SAT is just a formality."

"But as long as she's happy, what are test scores anyway?"

I took a deep breath and closed my quantum physics notes.

Madison was the transfer student who arrived during senior spring.

And the person posting was my boyfriend Liam, who had just called me an hour ago encouraging me to do well on the test so we could attend the same university.

I exited Instagram and dialed MIT Admissions.

"Sir, regarding the joint-authorship application—I want to withdraw it."

We'd been together for eight years when my childhood sweetheart took me to see the ocean.
We were in a terrible car crash.
In my final moments, he used his last strength to hold my hand.
"Thank you. I'm so lucky to have you."
I squeezed back through my tears as he took his final breath, and moments later, I followed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in senior year, coding day and night.
All so we could conquer Silicon Valley together, making up for our past life's regrets.
At the graduation party, he walked toward me with roses just like before.
"I want to tell you, I love you—"
My heart soared as I stood up.
"I love you too—"
He walked past me and handed the roses to the trust fund heiress.
In the stunned silence that followed, I finally understood—he wanted to rewrite his story.
When applying for grad school, I chose MIT, three thousand miles away from him.
I'd give him what he wanted, and finally pursue the dream I'd only found at forty-five.

In a suburban election season lit by police strobes and viral outrage, assistant district attorney Karen Hale is cast as the perfect villain when a little girl is found dead beside a swing set. As edited videos, staged grief, and buried secrets close in, Karen uncovers a chilling web of paternity, manipulation, and murder—where playgrounds, rain-slick streets, surveillance logs, and a child’s empty swing become the battleground of a dark domestic thriller.

I once believed that every click of Ryan's Leica shutter was proof of his love—a luxury villa, his exclusive muse—I was foolish enough to believe in this fairy tale. Until our engagement night, when Isabella appeared wearing an identical ring, and the media exposed his betrayal, I finally realized I was nothing but a carefully selected stand-in.

Have you ever spent three years of your youth living as someone else's shadow? When he held her and called me "just a cheap copy," I didn't break down. After all, isn't it more satisfying to turn the tables using the camera sounds he was so obsessed with, making him pay for his sins in his own madness? In this game of deception disguised as love, who really played whom?

The night my childhood fiancé humiliated me in front of our entire senior class, I didn't cry.
I just went home and made two decisions.

Lose the 60 pounds.
Secretly reject my Princeton acceptance.
I erased his number, packed my bags, and vanished from his toxic orbit. Nathan thinks he won. He thinks he finally shook off the "burden" his parents forced on him.
But what happens when the girl you spent your whole life running away from... becomes the only woman you can't live without?

He was supposed to be my way out, but he was the one who pushed me into the pit all along.
I used to think Carter was the one good thing in this hellhole of a high school. He'd stand up for me when the whole class mocked my stutter. He'd hand me a clean jacket when my locker got stuffed with dead rats.
For him, I gave up my Ivy League dreams, willingly settling for some mediocre state university.
Until that Friday outside the locker room, when I heard him brag to his teammates and the head cheerleader—the same girl who'd led the charge in tormenting me—about his "conquest" in the most casual tone imaginable.
Turns out, I was just the prize in their sick bet.
In that moment, everything I'd believed in shattered.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just quietly changed my college application, and then, at the height of their triumph, I watched with cold eyes as they destroyed themselves.

Three years of chasing Chase Blackwood, and all I got was a front-row seat to him tonguing my "sister."

The old me would've cried. Begged. Made a scene.

The old me also ended up dead.

Funny how a second chance at life gives you clarity.

So here's what's different this time: I'm done being the pathetic ex. I'm done playing nice.

I'm throwing champagne in his face and climbing into bed with Asher Hayes—his best friend, his rival, his worst nightmare.

And Chase? He can rot.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

Seven years ago, I crawled on my knees to save Alex Benedetti's ass, and got marked as the bitch who betrayed him.

Seven years later, he came back as New York's deadliest mob boss. Lucy Ferraro, some spoiled mafia princess, was warming his bed while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing his floors.

He let his fiancée treat me like garbage. When I started coughing up blood, the son of a bitch laughed and said I had it coming.

He didn't know the brain cancer was eating me alive.

The day I died, Alex was putting a ring on another woman's finger. He never found out that the girl who took bullets for him—the one he destroyed—was already rotting six feet under while he was saying "I do."

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

Seven years ago, I staged an affair to set him free, letting him believe I'd betrayed him for money. Now he's back—a celebrated music director, weeks away from his engagement—and I'm just the cleaning woman kneeling at his feet.
"You know this cleaning woman?" someone whispered.
"Seven years, and look how far you've fallen," he said, his voice cold as ice.
I kept my head down, tugging my sleeve over the needle marks the chemo had left behind.
He still thinks I cheated for the money.
He has no idea what it actually cost me to give him this life.

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

On college application day, my two childhood sweethearts, Blaise and Kieran, were completely bewitched by Mari. The manipulative girl talked them into abandoning their prestigious university spots to attend a small community college with her. I tried desperately to stop them, even contacting their parents to prevent them from ruining their futures.
Yet when Mari ended up dead months later, the blind boys blamed everything on me. They tricked me to the cliff and shoved me down brutally, making me pay for a crime I never committed.
Miraculously, I am reborn on this exact day. This time, I will not interfere. I will watch silently and let them bear the consequences of their own foolish choices.

“You can't fall in love with your boss.”

My best friend warned me before my first day at the firm.

I laughed.

“Don't worry. I'm already married.”

What I didn't tell her was that my husband was the man walking into the conference room that morning.

Elias Jefferson was the firm's newest partner—a brilliant, wealthy, intimidating attorney who could silence an entire room with a single glance.

And somehow, he was also the stranger I had married only days before.

Nobody at the firm knew.

Nobody could know.

I needed this job. I had spent years struggling to prove that I belonged in the legal world, and I refused to let anyone think I had gotten ahead because I was sleeping with the boss.

So at work, Elias and I became strangers.

He challenged my arguments in meetings. I fought back.

He praised my legal instincts in front of the entire team. I pretended his approval meant nothing.

And whenever our eyes met across the courtroom, I had to remind myself that he wasn't my husband here.

He was my boss.

But when the office lights went out and we went home together, keeping our distance became much harder.

Then one night, Elias told me, “Our marriage was supposed to be temporary. So why can't I imagine letting you go?”

During the SATs, someone in the exam room went completely mad, screaming about a freezing apocalypse and ghouls eating everyone in the world. Everyone laughed at him, but I was the only one frozen in shock.
Because the pendant on my chest, which could warn me of danger, was emitting an unprecedented, blazing alarm...

For five years, I had turned Preston Tanner from a broke kid who could barely afford tuition into one of Silicon Valley's hottest young founders.
I thought we would do exactly what we had promised back in that garage—take our AI healthcare startup public, ring the opening bell together, and get married.
Until today.
At the product launch that would determine whether we landed our Series A, Preston stood before the press and credited the core algorithm patent I had spent seventy-two sleepless hours developing to a girl who couldn't even write Python.
"Sloane, you're already my fiancée," he said. "Willow needs this patent to strengthen her green-card application."
Staring at his utterly self-righteous face, I felt sick.
I didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, he had rotted from the inside out.
And if he was rotten, it was time to throw him away.

The childhood love between “Kab Kluen” and “He Xing Yi” began with the close bond between their families, tied together by a promise that the two would one day marry.
But fate had other plans.
When Kab Kluen’s family had to return to Thailand permanently,
distance and time caused He Xing Yi to forget that childhood vow.
He found love with someone new and had no interest in marrying Kab Kluen anymore.
Yet fate intervened again.
On his deathbed, Kab Kluen’s father made one final request:
that He Xing Yi marry his son.
Though unwilling, He Xing Yi had no choice but to comply.
What followed were two long years of a marriage in name only.
Kab Kluen gave his all, hoping that one day, He Xing Yi would love him back.
But in return, he was met only with indifference… and heartbreak, again and again.
Where will this love—so painfully one-sided—ultimately lead?
Even Kab Kluen himself doesn’t know the answer…

On our wedding day, Declan sent me out to Long Island. We'd been together seven years.

He said he'd left his grandmother's lucky cufflinks at the family house.

But when my car died in the storm, I opened my bridesmaid's Instagram live.

Declan was sliding my custom diamond ring onto Phoebe's finger—my adopted sister, the one with the bad heart.

My own parents were crying in the front row. My bridesmaids were cheering.

They'd turned my wedding into a dying wish ceremony for Phoebe.

Hours later, alone in the ER, I called forty-seven times.

No one picked up.

Not until after I lost the baby and disappeared from Manhattan.

That's when Declan finally came apart.

As the most cold-blooded and ruthless Mafia don, Twain Hall had doted on me like the apple of his eye for ten years.
But on the very day we were discussing our wedding, the ring his subordinate delivered had another woman's name engraved on it—not mine.
I pretended not to notice and turned to Twain.
"Did they bring the wrong ring? Who's Dorothy? I've never heard of her."
Twain's expression didn't change. He pulled me into his arms with that familiar, indulgent look.
"My people weren't careful. Made a fool of themselves."
"I'll have them exchange it right away. Can't keep my queen waiting."
I smiled. But the moment I turned away, my face went cold. I dialed a number.
"Didn't you say you'd pay any price to marry me? Twain Hall betrayed me. I want his head!"

My name is Arthur, Atlantic City’s number one pauper and absolute peerless coward.
On the outside, I roar with sheer arrogance: "The debt collector has returned from Hell!"
On the inside, I’m sobbing hysterically: "Mommy, save me! I really don‘t want to act tough!"
My name is Arthur, a complete coward whose hands shake even when trying to kill a chicken.
That was, until I was bound to a completely unhinged [Absolute Bully System].
[Ding! Novice Bully Quest: Crash the Mafia banquet and splash red wine on the face of the corporate heiress!]
[Ding! Advanced Quest: Steal the Underground Godfather's wife!]
[Ding! Ultimate Quest: Walk right up to the Underground Godfather and slap him mercilessly across the face!]
"Screw you! I don't even have the guts to kill a chicken, and you want me to beat up the Emperor of the Underworld? No way! I'd rather starve to death than dig my own grave!"
[Ding! Host's refusal detected. Punishment impending: Serial sphincter rupture resulting in explosive public diarrhea, accompanied by penile retraction into the abdomen, and the reverse fracturing of all 206 bones. It will take seven days and seven nights for you to finally die! Countdown: 3 seconds.]
"... System Daddy, I was wrong."
To avoid dying of explosive diarrhea, I had no choice but to let the System control my body, kick the doors open, heft a Gatling gun, and laugh maniacally: "So you're supposed to be the Underground Emperor?!"
But deep down in my heart, I was wailing uncontrollably: "Mommy, save me! I really don't want to act tough anymore!"

My own sister is my husband -Alpha’s mistress.

She needed a liver transplant,

So he killed pup.

What's even more ironic,

On the day I found out I was pregnant,

I ran into my husband accompanying her for her prenatal examination.

My pup is gone.

How can the people responsible for his death deserve happiness?

Feeling the new life growing inside me,

I will make sure they pay for their actions.

When her marriage comes to an abrupt end, Sparkle tries to channel her pain into saving a dog that has been condemned to die after being involved in a terrible accident, but after a few weeks, she makes the horrible discovery that the dog she saved is, in fact, no dog at all. She saved a badly injured wolf she has mistaken for a husky. He's a powerful alpha who is very ruthless to humans, and Sparkle is no exception, or is she? Find out what becomes of Sparkle when Dalton finally regains his strength and reclaims his pack.


I saved a dying husky from being euthanized, not knowing I was bringing a billionaire Alpha werewolf into my bed. My husband divorced me because he thought I was infertile, kicking me out for a dog he was allergic to. I had nothing left but the injured animal in my backseat. I nursed him, bandaged him, and poured my broken heart out to him. But one morning, the dog was gone. In his place stood Dalton Roux, the most powerful Alpha in the city. He didn't just thank me. He kidnapped me to his mansion, claiming it was for my "protection." "You saved my life," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave as his hands roamed my curves. He pinned me against the wall, his massive erection pressing against my thigh, growling possessively.

After struggling with infertility for years and being betrayed by her lover, Ella finally decides to have a baby on her own.
However everything goes wrong when she gets inseminated with the sperm of intimidating billionaire Dominic Sinclair.
All of a sudden her life is turned upside down when the mix up comes to light -- especially because Sinclair isn't just any billionaire, he's also a werewolf campaigning to be Alpha King!
He's not going to let just anyone have his pup, can Ella convince him to let her stay in her child's life? And why is he always looking at her like she's his next meal?!
He couldn't be interested in a human, could he?

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

BOOK 1 OF THE OBSESSION SERIES.
(MATURE CONTENT)

“I hate you,” I spat, my chest heaving, my voice shaking. The words burned on my tongue, but they slipped out anyway, as if saying them could hide how much my body trembled in his grip.

Isaiah smirked, that dark, wicked smile that once made me weak, now only made me furious. He leaned close, his breath hot against my ear.

“No, Church girl,” he murmured. “You don’t hate me. You hate that you still want me.”

His thumb pressed hard against my clit, slow, ruthless. My lips parted to curse him, but only a broken moan came out.

Before I could breathe, he shoved his thick fingers inside me. My knees buckled and I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him, but to hold on, to keep myself from falling apart. The filthy sound of him moving inside me filled the room, every thrust dragging me closer to the edge.

“I’ll show you,” he growled, his eyes burning into mine. “You were mine then. You’re mine now. You’ll die mine.”

I wanted to scream that I despised him, that I would never forgive him. But my body betrayed me—breaking apart as I came hard around his hand, my soul spilling into his touch. And he only smiled, dark, knowing and sinful—like the devil who had always owned me.
—-
She was the pastor’s daughter. He was the devil’s son. Ten years after leaving her at the altar, Isaiah Cannighan returns—not as the boy she loved, but as a ruthless mafia king. On the day she tries to marry another, he kidnaps her, dragging her into his dark world where hate and desire collide. She swears she hates him. He swears she’s his. And in his world, there is no escape—only possession.

He wanted freedom after breaking me. So I hired a stranger for one reckless night.

But he's not a call boy. He's a mafia king who owns this city. Now he decided I'm his. No negotiations. No escape.

Charlotte Scott's family fell apart, so she packed two bags and moved to her brother's small biker town to start over.

She didn't know he had a pack. She didn't know she had a destiny.

Then Dorian Black — Alpha of Ironveil, the man whose wolf called her mate on her very first night and who spent weeks pretending he hadn't heard it — chased a pack of wolves off her in the dark, kissed her forehead like it didn't mean anything, and trained her like she was just another newly turned wolf.

She isn't.

Charlotte carries a bloodline thought extinct, with power enough to anchor a pack or destroy one... depending on what happens before her third Blood Moon rises.

The Council wants Dorian mated. The elders have secrets older than she is. A she-wolf wants him badly enough to go looking for a witch. And the man who's supposed to be her mate would rather lie to her face than risk losing someone the way he lost the last person he loved.

Charlotte just wants to survive her own life long enough to choose what happens in it.

HIS TO RUIN: ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE is a slow-burn werewolf biker romance about a bond neither of them asked for, a prophecy with a deadline, and a girl who refuses to be anyone's weapon, anchor, or secret.

I am Melody, daughter of the second strongest Alpha in this part of the world. I am a stain to my father's perfect image just because I was born without a wolf, or so everyone thought.

My father couldn't wait to get rid of me and the opportunity presented itself on the day he was to be crowned, Viscount.

I found myself in bed with a stranger and got pregnant afterward. I was sent out of the house and banished by my father.

Five years later I returned to my pack with my two pups only to discover that they were the replica of the Alpha King; my mate who rejected me.

Was he the cruel man who took advantage of me that night?

"Why? Just why?!" Her lips quivered, as she clenched her chest, "Why can't you reciprocate my feelings? I loved you Riccardo, or was my sincerity a crime?!" She concluded, her gaze casted on the man standing before her, whose face bore no emotion.
Vanessa Rodriguez had always loved Riccardo Gonzalez right from the day she saw him. It was love at first sight. When she got the chance to get married to him, she didn't think twice even though her parents were against it. She thought that it was a chance to finally show Riccardo how much she loved him.
But sadly even after their marriage he couldn't love her back instead after three years of marriage he presented divorce papers for her to sign. With shattered heart, she signs the divorce papers and leaves the country. Five years later, she's back in the country, ready to take over her father's new company, with her twins by her side and they look exactly like her ex husband. The problem now is that Riccardo Gonzalez wants her back!

Blurb

He made her eat lunch on the floor.
She swore she’d never look at him again.
But when Ryan Blackwood saves Eileen from a nightmare she can’t escape, their cruel game turns into something darker—something neither of them can control.

They called him the devil of Cambridge High.
She was the quiet girl who sat too close to him.

When Eileen Marlowe agreed to take her sister’s place in an exam, she never imagined it would destroy her life.
A single seat next to Ryan Blackwood — the school’s golden rebel with cold green eyes and a cruel smile, changes everything.

He humiliated her. Controlled her. Broke her.
And yet, behind his sadistic games, there was something else, something raw and aching that pulled her closer.

Ryan says he wants to ruin her.
Eileen isn’t sure if she wants to escape… or understand the darkness behind his eyes.

But when her secret is threatened, her home is lost, and her name dragged through blood and betrayal, the line between hate and desire blurs.
In a world where love feels like punishment and kindness can kill, Eileen will learn that sometimes the most dangerous hearts are the ones that try to protect you.

He was her tormentor.
He became her savior.
Now he might be her ruin.

"Sign it or go to jail."
"I'm done with this marriage. I already got what I wanted, so you're no longer needed."
Dale Beldson said it calmly, without guilt, as if ending our marriage meant nothing.
In that moment, Chloe Dave finally understood the truth. To him, she had never been important.
With tears in her eyes, she signed the divorce papers and walked away from the life she once fought so hard to keep.
She left his house, his family, and the illusion of love behind.
But she made herself a promise. One day, she would come back stronger. She would become someone no one could ignore again.
Chloe once believed marrying Dale was the happiest moment of her life. He was powerful, admired, and the man she had loved for years.
That belief did not last.
Her marriage turned cold, her husband distant, and his family never accepted her. Still, she held on, hoping there was at least a small place for her in his heart.
Everything fell apart when she was framed by Nora, his closest friend. She was accused of crimes she did not commit, yet Dale chose to believe another woman over his own wife.
That was when Chloe stopped hoping.
When she returns, she will not be the same woman he cast aside.
And this time, she will be the one walking away while he watches.

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him.
It was all a lie.

No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way.

But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret.

Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

"If I were pregnant... what would you do?"
Jasper Finn didn't hesitate.
"Get rid of it."
On their third wedding anniversary, Quinn Ledger received two gifts from her husband. A divorce agreement and the woman carrying his child.
The other woman was her stepsister.
For three years, Quinn endured humiliation, betrayal, and endless accusations of being barren from the Finn family. She loved Jasper with everything she had, yet he never chose her.
So this time, she stopped fighting.
She signed the papers, walked away, and took her secret with her.
What Jasper never knew was that Quinn had been hiding something powerful enough to destroy everything he valued. The truth about the child he believed she could never give him.
Then Morrison Drax returned.
The ruthless billionaire who had loved Quinn long before Jasper ever noticed her.
While Jasper desperately tries to win back the wife he threw away, Morrison is already by her side, protecting her, spoiling her, and claiming the future Jasper lost with his own hands.
Now Jasper wants a second chance.
But the woman who once loved him blindly is gone.
And this time, she belongs to the man who never let her go.

Alpha Zadok is a ruthless Alpha and King of the Roman pack. After a betrayal from the witches that saw to the killing of his parents and close extermination of his people, he retaliates and eradicates the entire witch clan in his territory.

After the extermination, he is met with the cruel reality of the fact that he has been placed with a curse that hinders him from sensing his mate.

When an unsuspecting and powerless witch gets teleported to the wrong location and kills a wolf in her wake, Zadok is breathing fire and ready to kill.

What happens when he finds out she just might be the salvation of his pack, and ultimately, his mate?


Ithra is a powerless witch from the Celts clan of witches. When her coven and home is threatened by a hole in the forcefield that protects her people from the underworld, she must embark on a journey to save her clan.

A spell gone wrong lands her into the wrong location, and eventual trouble at the hands of a ruthless Alpha. With a goal to save her community, and a destiny she cannot avoid, what happens when she falls in love with the greatest enemy of her kind?

"Please doctor, please fuck me please," Ann begged. Her hands were handcuffed below her knee which made her legs hang up in the air.

"Please touch me, doctor, please touch me down there doctor it hurts so bad..." Ann tried touching her pussy but the handcuff around her wrist was avoiding her.
"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" Marcus asked in a raspy voice.
"Touch me please...touch me...I want your fingers in my fucking hoe," Ann screamed loud in a quavering voice.

"You asked for this," Marcus said as he slide his two fingers into his mouth, wetting it with his saliva before bringing it out.
I am Ann. A sex maniac. I mean, I love having sex. And I am a fan of one-night stands.

My parents and ex-boyfriend think I am cursed but my body is just highly sensitive.

It was all fun to me but I got to thinking that, they might be right. So my best friend, Silver, introduced someone to me—A sex doctor.

She says he is my last hope.

My question is, am I really cursed? Can a sex doctor help me stop being a sex maniac?

Well flip through these pages and read the story of my life."

My mother had told me a story about a war that happened on Earth between realms eight hundred years ago. According to her, this war broke out because the dragons, being the strongest, wanted to be the ruling realm across the whole earth, and the other species refused to be under them.

The dragons being so destructive was bound to destroy every other species that were against them ruling, be it lycans, werewolves, vampires, humans, faes, elves, griffins, and many others. But the goddess mother of the fae sealed the Dragon Sovereign, who was the mightiest of the dragons, the oldest among species, under the ground.

Since then, dragons have stopped existing on Earth.

A year after the war, my clan was prosecuted for a traitorous act against the fae realm, and were being executed every four weeks, until now that my brother was the only one they thought remained in the clan, then there was the powerless me whom they don't know about and could never save herself from danger, regardless, I was a fae.

Now I'm in a dilemma while trying to save my brother from being slaughtered, and this is because I awakened the Dragon Sovereign who had been sealed under the ground for eight hundred years.

This book is dark. It contains torture, explicit chapters (not from the beginning), and some other triggers. Beware, dear reader!

Ten years ago, Alastair buried the girl he loved.

What he never knew was that she survived.

After a fire destroyed her family, Fionna lost everything—her face, her name, and the life she once dreamed of. Now, after years of hiding behind a surgically altered identity, she returns to the Scottish mafia heir's mansion as nothing more than a maid.

He doesn't recognize her.

Instead, he drags her into his bed because she reminds him of the dead girl he can never forget.

Every kiss is meant for someone else.

Every cruel word cuts deeper because she knows the truth he doesn't.

While Alastair prepares to marry the perfect mafia princess, Fionna secretly searches for the people who murdered her family. But the closer she gets to revenge, the more dangerous the truth becomes.

Because the fire that stole her past...

was never an accident.

And when Alastair finally discovers the woman he's been loving and destroying is the very girl he mourned for ten years—

who will survive the truth?

NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGEIf you are not into Adult and Mature Werewolf/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book.
They began by deceiving each other.
The girl was an Alpha with superb healing powers, yet she had to become the most humble slave.
He is the Alpha heir of the most powerful wolf pack, yet he is willing to be an ordinary assistant by her side.
He opened his arms and wanted to welcome the one he loved so much. However, the girl plunges her dagger into the heart of her enemy, and she has to get back what belongs to her.