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In a secluded modern villa, painter Iris Vale begins to suspect the pills hidden in her meals are stealing more than her sleep. As fragments of a buried night resurface—bleached kitchens, a locked basement, shattered glass on a staircase, and the shadow of her dead sister Nora—family protection curdles into psychological captivity. Dark, tense, and intimate, this is a memory-thriller of guilt, control, and the terror of facing what was done in the name of love.

"I want to break off this engagement!" I stormed into his office, slamming the letter on his desk, my heart pounding with fury after being humiliated by his family's staff. Little did I know, the devastatingly handsome man staring back at me wasn't my fiancé at all—he was his uncle, Rex Sterling, who'd lied about being my betrothed to win me over.

What started as a forced arrangement exploded into a whirlwind of passion: lavish gifts, stolen kisses, and a secret wedding that made me Mrs. Sterling. But when the truth shattered our fairy tale at a family gathering—complete with a punch-throwing nephew and scandalized elite—I had to confront the beautiful lie that built our love.

My six-year-old daughter Emily blurted, "I'm getting a new mommy!" while my son Jacob smirked.

"Oh my God, Nate—your sister? Pregnant with your kid? You sick bastard!" I screamed across the restaurant, my voice cracking like thunder as heads snapped around.

For eight years, I'd slaved like a nanny in our home—cooking, cleaning, raising Jacob and Emily—while he dismissed me as worthless. My own kids sneered, calling me lazy and saying I'd never measure up to their Aunt Chloe. Even his venomous mother Barbara spat insults, grinding me under her heel like dirt. Betrayed by them all, I finally snapped.

Little did they know, my mom's $100 million inheritance unlocked the second I divorced that cheat. From doormat wife to billionaire, I rose—exposing their lies, reclaiming my life.

Game over, asshole. Time to watch you beg.

I tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea.

"Exam documents," I lied.

His ex-wife laughed. "Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it."

He signed without even looking.

Three years of marriage. I thought he'd learn to love me. Ever since she came back, my dinners grew cold while I reheated them alone. I waited in our bed, night after night. I watched him drop everything and run to her with every phone call.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

That same day, I saw him at the hospital—holding her hand, asking about her baby.

I finally stopped waiting.

I left the estate at dawn. Left behind the jewelry, the designer clothes, the empty promises.

Then he showed up at my door.

"I know about the baby," his voice was raw. "I know about the accident. I know everything."

He looked at me like I was his entire world.

Three years too late? Or just in time?

Everyone says I’m crazy.
My husband, Adrien, is Ashmont College’s most esteemed professor—suave, composed, and highly logical. I, on the other hand, am an investigative journalist whose nerves are fried by looming deadlines and too much caffeine. Yet, I insist there’s a woman who shares my exact face, who crawls out of our bedroom mirror every night and slips into my husband’s bed.
Our security cameras always "happen" to glitch at the crucial moments. My son avoids me like I’m a monster, and my neighbors claim they cheerfully greeted "me" in the driveway a few days ago—even though I don't even own a vintage pink dress.
Adrien has started dropping phrases like "psych evaluation" and "sole custody." If I let this drag on any longer, he’s going to personally commit me to a psych ward.
So tonight, I lied about flying to Chicago. Instead, I’m hiding in my own study—waiting for that identical face to crawl out of the mirror one more time.

The day he proposed, Atticus knelt before me, holding the Hale family's heirloom necklace.
I thought I had finally survived the ordeal.
After eight years of unrequited love, being humiliated by his sister, nitpicked by his mother, and mocked by the city's socialites for being unworthy of the Hales... Until this very moment, when he personally fastened the heirloom around my neck. Everyone saw it. I, Clara, was finally accepted by the Hale family.
Tears in my eyes, I said yes, thinking it was the happiest moment of my life.
But just days after putting on that necklace, bizarre red rashes crawled up my neck. My pale skin rotted away piece by piece, and my internal organs went into irreversible failure.
The most absurd part? The exact same day I started rotting, his dying mother miraculously cured her terminal illness, and his sister's half-destroyed face was restored to flawless perfection.
Disfigured and barely looking human, I threw myself off the Harbour Bridge—
I opened my eyes, and I was back on the day of the proposal.

That night, I was dragged into a parking lot and beaten until my hands could never hold a scalpel again.

I thought it was random. Until I heard my own brother and fiancé talking—

"Those thugs went too far, but the result works out, doesn't it? This time, the award will go to Charlotte."

Charlotte. The "poor orphan" my family adopted.

For twelve years, she stole my papers, my opportunities, my glory. And the two men I trusted most handed her everything on a silver platter.

They called me spoiled. Selfish. Difficult.

They even believed I started the fire that killed our parents twelve years ago.

But here's the truth: Charlotte started that fire. I was the one who dragged them out.

They thanked the wrong sister. For twelve years.

Now they want me dead.

Fine. Let Penelope Ashworth die.

I died on the day I was supposed to marry Grayson.
Because my sister Delilah had her heart "broken," my family decided to bring her to our farm in Ashwood to heal through horseback riding. The wedding was postponed.
I lay in the stable at the Clarke family farm, dialing my mother's number with blood-covered fingers.
All she said was: "What kind of game are you playing now? You think if you act pitiful we'll come running? Vivienne, enough!"
My fiancé Grayson was even more brutal: "It's just a postponement, not a cancellation. If you can't handle that, then let's just call the whole thing off—I'll marry Delilah instead."
This was the last time they would disappoint me.
And the last time I would call for help.
I lay in my own pool of blood, already without breath. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum, hiding somewhere to sulk. They thought if they ignored me long enough, I'd come crawling back to apologize.
But they didn't know.
I was already dead.

Everyone says I married the perfect husband—considerate, devoted, loving.
I thought I had happiness too, until my neighbor told me she'd seen "me" having sex with Declan multiple times over the summer, even against the floor-to-ceiling windows. But during those two months, I'd been with my son out of town the entire time.
I rushed home and heard 8-year-old Beckett on the phone, bragging to his father: "Dad, I got Mom out of the way for two whole months. Did you make up with your sweetheart? Where's my allowance?"
I pulled up the security footage and saw a woman wearing my nightgown, with my husband, in every corner of our home... I spent eight years building this family, and they betrayed me together.

My adopted sister, Cordelia, conspired with her biological mother to harvest my organs alive, yet she had the audacity to claim I paid thugs to rape her.
My biological parents didn't bother to ask for the truth. They cursed me, calling me a vicious bastard, and threatened to break my legs.
My fiancé, Caspian, coldly announced the cancellation of our engagement, declaring he would marry the very murderer who killed me.
I had been dead for exactly three days. No one cared. My body was rotting back in a moldy storage room.
Through it all, my soul was trapped in the manor, forced to witness this absurd farce.
But what they didn't expect was that when they finally learned of my death—
Everyone went completely insane.

My mother had no medical license, yet wealthy socialites lined up to hand her fat checks.
I often saw her lead those women into the treatment room, where agonizing screams would pierce through the locked door.
But strangely, those same women emerged radiant, as if they'd shed twenty or thirty years overnight, pressing stacks of cash into her hands with tearful gratitude.
What baffled me more was how she doted on the hired girls like her own daughters.
Yet toward me, her actual daughter, she was nothing but cold—always quick to criticize or strike.
Finally one day, curiosity won. I mustered the courage to peek through that door crack and saw what really happened inside...

I've been to four weddings. I never made it through a single one.
Not because I didn't love enough. Not because they weren't good enough. It was because every time — right at the moment I was supposed to say I do — my parents would appear on cue, fall apart on cue, and burn everything to the ground on cue.
For years I thought they hated me. Thought they'd given all their love to my dead sister, Claudia, and had nothing left. Then my brother-in-law said something that cracked me open: Any one of those three men — if you'd married him, you wouldn't be alive today.
So which is it? Were they protecting me, or destroying me?

I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

Four years ago, Giovanni dumped me in front of everyone at an upscale restaurant. Two weeks later, he was engaged to Rosanna. I made a fool of myself begging on his doorstep, became the laughingstock of Ferro City.
Four years later, he runs into me at Casa Valentino, assumes I'm destitute, and offers me a job as a cleaner for him.
What he doesn't know is that the plainly dressed woman standing before him is the wife of Don Alessandro Valentino—the man the entire underworld bows to.

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

I was the best student, the most obedient, the most compliant—yet the only unloved child in our family.

When my brother got into fights, I took his punishment. When my sister snuck out with boys, I bore the consequences. Mom force-fed me pills and made me get my stomach pumped just to scare my brother away from smoking. Dad dressed ten-year-old me like a prostitute and threw me into a bar to warn my sister against going astray.

In the end, they sold me to a gambler for a few hundred dollars.

I died in a dark pond, and no one heard me calling for help.

But when my spirit drifted home, they were gathered around the dinner table, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until the police knocked on their door that they realized—I had been missing for seven whole days.

Later, my brother clutched the chocolate he never got to give me, crying every day. My sister dreamed every night of ten-year-old me struggling and screaming in that bar. Dad knelt at my grave daily, consumed by guilt. And Mom, after killing that gambler, threw herself into the same pond where I had drowned.

Finally, they loved me.

But I was already dead.

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my bathtub lay the corpse of his pregnant wife.
He ordered me to help him dispose of the body and cover up the crime. My only thought was to stall until my husband got home.
That is, until he spoke—and revealed the root of this massacre. Everything was my husband's fault.

I was Alessandro Romano's wife in name only—the mafia godfather of Belluno City.
We had the most extravagant wedding this city had ever seen: three thousand guests, flowers lining every street. Everything except a legal marriage certificate.
Over three years, he promised to sign the papers twenty-two times. He canceled every single one.
He would buy two identical necklaces, hanging one around my neck and the other around his mistress's, trading a night spent comforting her for a dismissive apology to me.
After the twenty-one broken promise, I stopped waiting.
I packed my bags and left for the one city he vowed never to enter.
What I didn't know: after I left, the man who ruled the underworld completely lost control.

To marry Vincent Romano, I survived twenty-eight near-death experiences over five years.
The first: city hall's foundation collapsed — three broken ribs. The second: a truck rollover — my right leg nearly amputated. The twenty-seventh: a chandelier in the bridal shop, three days unconscious.
All of Seren City laughed at me. Romano's most cursed bride-to-be. Yet I loved him still.
Until the twenty-eighth time.
When the bomb detonated outside city hall, I threw myself over Vincent on instinct. The blast shifted my organs and shredded my back. The day my stitches came out, I felt no relief at having survived.
Because I stood outside the study and heard his voice.
"Her organs were badly damaged. She almost actually died." Antonio's horror was audible. "Vincent, you used to treat her so well—"
"People change." A pause, then quieter: "I did want to marry her once. But before Amelia, I had no idea what it meant to truly want someone. I acknowledge the debt — I just can't spend my life repaying it." Another pause. "Father won't agree, and she won't let go easily."
"So." His voice turned to ice. "The only clean way out is to make her give up on her own. As long as Cassandra refuses to break the engagement, the accidents must continue. Until she walks away."

On the night of my 28th birthday, my husband was stuck in the OR.
The man sitting across from me at dinner was his best friend, Ronan.
I got drunk. Half-asleep, I pulled a man who smelled exactly like Nate into my bed.
When morning broke, the truth did too—the man pinning me down was Ronan. He’d used my husband’s cologne.
"From the first time I saw you, I wanted to steal you from him."
Crying, I confessed everything to Nate over the phone. Dead silence for three seconds, then he hung up.
By the time I rushed home, Ronan was dragging two suspiciously heavy black suitcases out the door. And my husband... vanished off the face of the earth.

Four months pregnant, I walked into the OB-GYN clinic filled with joy—this was the child Archer and I had waited three years for.
But the moment the ultrasound report was handed to him, his gentle gray eyes twisted violently.
"Abort it. We absolutely cannot keep this child."
My stepfather watched coldly. The stepbrother who doted on me most slapped me hard across the face. My own mother wielded the scalpel and removed my uterus.
Half a month later, they picked me up from the hospital with roses, only to turn around and lock me away, feeding me psychiatric drugs until I died.
Reborn, I thought that as long as I hid the report, I could save my baby.
But they forced me onto the operating table once again.
It wasn't until I saw the report with my own eyes—
That I finally understood why my child had to die.

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?"

Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze.

"Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?"

Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck."

"Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?"

Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg."

Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name."

He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?"

"Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing."

He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.

“Stop.” She breathed against his lips. “Fondling me wasn’t a part of the ‘one kiss’ offer.” She grinned, leaning forward to press a fleeting kiss on his parted lips. A bold move even for her but the look in his eyes made it worth the shift in her priority.

The words to respond were sparse. He’d never had someone melt into his arms so willingly. Nor had a woman ever asked him to stop once the act was under way. He untangled himself from her and watched as she smoothed her hair and skirts, “Am I decent?” she had the gall to ask him.

“A misfortune to mine eyes.” He commented as a silence fell over them.

“It was a pleasure meeting your acquaintance.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.

“A pity it must be cut short.” He teased, waiting for her to either sink into him or leave so that he may relieve himself.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Mendora had finally caught her breath, recalling Ginger would be on the lookout for her by now so that even if she wanted to stay, it was impossible, “I have been away for too long.”


Mendora Agnus Garrick, a young debutante prone to appallingly unusual notions had found herself doing that which she had sworn off...falling in love and with notorious rake Solaire Gidean Demaris, a man unlikely to consider the prospect of marriage or love.


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Liam O’Grady is a powerful loan shark and realtor, a man mixed in crime and an underground fighter, a King. He owns all the main gambling dens in the city and in the areas around and does not hesitate to use muscle or kill his opponents.
Between them, his half-brother Finn St Just and he run the city of Hunter’s Folly, with the strength of their muscle and money power.
The brothers are Dominants and they enjoy subjugating the women they take. And they have the habit of sharing a woman.
But the jaded Liam knows that something is missing. He has turned thirty and he feels cynical, bored.
Like a breath of fresh air, innocent young Bianca Cruz turns up at their doorstep, asking for help. The nineteen-year-old is trying to get her family free of the clutches of the evil Dean Nelson, who was also responsible for the death of her father.
Liam agrees to help her, for he is intrigued by the young woman who is untouched and other-worldly, an innocent who appeals to his jaded self. It is like a jest to him, this chance to bed a girl who is totally inexperienced in the ways of his world. A virgin at that!
He along with his brother proposes a deal with the desperate young woman. They will help her; they will even restore her father’s beloved bakery and hand it over to her.
But the price is this:
She will be their willing submissive for a year.
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Does she cave in and accept their terms?
And what will happen during this year to the girl who has no experience of men?
Worse, what will happen to her at the end of the year?
For Bianca is a sensitive young girl.
And the men who will own her are experienced , hard-hearted and callous men who do not care for the women they bed…

Celeste Ashford believed she had left her former life behind, and Caspian Hayes, the man whose name used to send her heart racing until the day she found herself standing outside his door. However, as her family's house hovers on the brink of foreclosure, fate pulls him back into her life. Seizing the opportunity to right the past, Caspian makes her a disturbing offer: if she becomes his wife until he succeeds his father as head of the empire, he’ll save her house.

Years earlier, Celeste had disappeared from his life at his most vulnerable moment. Now, Caspian’s resentment is deep, but so is his desire. Bound by debt and obligation, they sail a treacherous sea of corporate demands, family meddling and smouldering emotions neither can ignore. When vengeance collides with yearning and secrets unspool in the unrelenting desert heat, they must each wrestle with what matters more: punishing the sins of the past or creating a love that might redefine their futures.

Desire might be gentle but not here, it is filthy, possessive, obsessive and once you taste it you can never get enough.
Steamy Sessions is NOT sweet slow burn novel with a charming prince, this collection contains quite a number of EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT including:
Intense Power Play.
Pet play, Pain Play, Bondage, Obedience Training.
Dubsub Elements.
Possessive, Obsessive, Morally Questionable Love Interests.
Dark Erotic Fantasies.
Exhibitionism, Degradation and Praise.
Noncon/Dubcon.
Sharing, Public Submission.
Sadistic Dom, Brutal Switches and Feral Brats.
Queer Characters.
Possessive Monsters.

A DARK EROTIC BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. “Arghh, oh my, faster…” I moaned in pleasure, my head rolling back as my vision turned hazy with ecstasy. My mouth hung open, muttering incoherent words while I watched the beast of a man before me pound harder into my dripping entrance.
“I’m going to fuck your tight, virgin c*nt so hard that I’ll ruin you for any other man out there,” he muttered in my ear as he switched our positions, laying me on my back. I gasped as I felt drive deeper into me than ever before.
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Abused by her family and forced into a loveless marriage, Leah, a fallen heiress, seeks revenge after catching her fiancé in bed with her step-sister.
That night, she gave her virginity to a stranger in a reckless bid to pay back her fiance—only to discover that the man she spent the night was not an ordinary stranger, but instead—a dangerously powerful CEO, and worse, her new boss.

Now caught in a love and hate relationship with her new boss, who proposes a contract to her—her body in exchange for his power to help her take revenge on her family.

All he wants from her is her body.

And all she needs from him is his power.

From growling beasts in the woods to possessive men in penthouses, from scandalous threesomes under silk sheets to Santa's very naughty lap...Crave is a shameless collection of erotic shorts where anything goes and no fantasy is too filthy.
Whether it's a witch getting wrecked by her summoned demon, a sweet librarian bent over by her best friend's dad, or two enemies going down instead of throwing punches...this book doesn't slow down for breath. Straight. Gay. Monsters. Mortals. Magic. Each story is short, dirty, and unapologetically hot.
You're not here for love. You're here to get off. So get in, stay wet, and Crave harder.
18+ ONLY | EXTREMELY EXPLICIT | ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK

I thought I knew Sunny Hayes.
The mysterious transfer student with ocean-blue eyes who saved me from my bullies. The hottest guy I'd ever met. The one who made my heart race with a single glance.
I was wrong.
On his nineteenth birthday, everything changed.
We were in my bedroom. Moonlight spilled across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and—
Pain.
Sharp, sudden pain.
His grip had changed. I felt points—claws—digging into my skin. My eyes flew open.
Golden eyes stared back. Not ocean-blue. These glowed like an animal's in the dark.

Fangs pressed against his lower lip.
"Sunny?" I breathed, frozen.
He jerked away, staring at his own hands in horror. Actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast.
That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human.
He was a werewolf.


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.

When ordinary manager Veronica joins the legendary vampire rock band Beaten Hart, she thought she was stepping into a new career opportunity. Little did she know, she was about to be drawn into a world filled with blood and desire.
Within the band are the cold and mysterious lead singer Caspian, the wild and unruly frontman Rush, the passionate and straightforward drummer Zeke, and the gentle, caring bassist Slate.
When Veronica discovers that she possesses a strange power—one that can awaken changes within a vampire’s blood—she realizes that this is not just a job, but a fateful deal that could alter her destiny…


"Do you want to fuck me?" I whister into his ear. I have not idea why I asked, I can tell he does, but I need to hear the words.
"Yes, I want to eat your pussy," he says breathily.
He presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, and slowly slide it down, inside my juicy pussy, letting him fill me up. My hands on his shoulders, he went deep down until his cock is fully inside me. He bend towards me, lowering his head to my chest.

"I, Charlotte Jane Attwood of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Knox and Kane Maddox, as my mates and sever my bond to you both and your pack!" I recited, my eyes dancing with my unspoken pain seeing my mates entwined together with a female! A female who was not me! Shaking my head of the tears I felt threatening to fall from my icy hues. I straightened and waited for them to accept my rejection! But the words that left their lips left me stunned. "I, Knox Maddox and Alpha to the Crimson moon pack refuse to accept your rejection!" He snarled, slipping from the bed, naked and unashamed to step into me, the female sprawled out on the bed forgotten. Kane was quick on his heels, the pair caging me in a wall of muscle and testosterone. "You belong to us, Lottie! I, Kane Maddox, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack, refuse to accept your rejection." "Ours!" Knox repeated anger swimming in his baby blues. *** Follow the story of Charlotte, Knox and Kane as they try to find their footing in a cruel world filled with betrayal, heartbreak and secret obsessions that threaten to destroy the bonds of brotherhood and love!

Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi—daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife—does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents make a plan. They kidnap Daisy's mother, threaten her, and force her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepts. However, after getting married, she falls in love with this man, and so does he. Difficulties start from here.

Her father and stepmother died, leaving her in the brutal hands of her stepbrother. Her stepbrother is heartless.
He treats her as a maid, is it a torture?
She, however, discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?

My story is about an older guy who takes an instant liking to a much younger girl. They are both opposites, one is a mafia boss and the other is a flight attendant who is running from her past and starting afresh in a new city where she meets the love of her life.

She rejected her fated mate to protect her pack. He vowed to claim her, no matter the cost.

For seven years, Princess Elsher has worn a mask, ruling the strongest Starry Pack as her deceased father to shield it from vampire wars and rival packs. The last thing she needs is a mate, especially not Verlice Mintz, the formidable Alpha King known for his ruthlessness and relentless ambition.

Terrified that his proximity and scrutiny will expose her secrets and destroy her pack, Elsher rejects their bond. But Verlice isn't a man who accepts rejection. He believes in conquest, and he's determined to uncover the truth and claim what is his.

As lies unravel and enemies close in, can Elsher protect her pack and her heart? Or will the very mate she cast aside become her greatest salvation or her ultimate ruin?

How far are you willing to go for your family's company?

Eloise Jane Lopez is the one true child of the Lopezes—and due to her sick father's wish, she needs to marry a man she doesn't know to keep the company her parents manage in order. And the man she will marry is none other than Cosmo Dominguez, a multi-billionaire, whose supposed fiancée was Eloise's step-sister but got pregnant, leaving Eloise with no choice but to be the substitute bride.

After the wedding, Cosmo laid out another agreement with Eloise, that the marriage would only be temporary, and that they would have to separate after two years.

Can they uphold the signed agreement until the end, or can they stop the feelings forming between them?

To avoid prison, I signed a one year marriage contract with billionaire Callum Westbrook. What he doesn’t know is that I’m Cipher, the hacker who’s been inside his empire for months.

Our marriage was supposed to be a deal. But one night, his control snaps. He pins me against the glass, breath ragged, demanding I stop pretending I don’t feel this fire between us.

I don’t tell him I’m already carrying his child. I don’t tell him someone is orchestrating our destruction...

Ignite Your Darkest Desires
Do NOT open unless you're ready to BURN
Do NOT read unless you crave the HOTNESS.
A filthy, pulse-pounding collection of taboo erotica crafted exclusively for 18+ sinners who live for the forbidden rush.
Inside, you'll devour:
Stepfather-stepdaughter secrets: that drip with guilt-soaked lust, his rough hands claiming what he shouldn't, her tight, trembling body arching under him in the dark.
Exhibitionist thrills: strangers' eyes devouring every exposed inch as she's fucked against fogged glass, her cries muffled by his palm.
Voyeuristic obsessions: hidden cameras catching every slick slide, every gasp as step-siblings finally snap, bodies colliding in a frenzy of sweat and sin.
Kinky one-shots that push every limit: cuffs biting wrists, blindfolds heightening every wet lick, every brutal thrust until you're begging for release.
Each story is a standalone inferno, different bodies, different taboos, same blistering heat. Feel the throb between your thighs, the slick ache building, the shudder when they finally give in.
Lock the door. Let the flames consume you. You've been warned.

If "please, Daddy, harder" makes you clutch your pearls... slam this shut and run.
Expect a possessed woman being exorcised: spiritually and physically by the priest's dick to a high school famous ball player, ramming his hard cock into his best friend's mother's soaked cunt to lesbians cheating on one another for the same throbbing, cum-slicked monster cock and many more.
This collection would be filled with some of the craziest affairs known to be taboos to healthy people but a normal way of life to sex starved CEO's, doctors, divorced women and others.
It will wreck your panties and your soul; no safe words, no apologies.
But if the idea of being taken, marked, and filled until you can't think straight has you throbbing already…flip the page, slut. You've been warned.
Grab your sex toys.

IT STARTED WITH A PLEASURE CONTRACT
Electra and Bastian are at the beginning of the new journey. What started as a sexual relationship between the CEO and his assistant grew into something much more than a physical pleasure. They found love between the cuffs and whips. Pleasure was wrapped in the bedsheets when their bodies were dancing to the sounds of the angelic symphony, and trust was present in their every touch, surrounding them like a thin layer of fog. They started to write their own fairy tale. However, not everything is as easy as it seems. Yes, their feelings for each other are strong, but will it be enough when the old skeletons start to walk out of their closets? Will their love be strong enough when real life knocks on their door, bursting their small bubble? Everything is perfect between them, but how long does it take for Electra to find out that it is not easy to live in the spotlight, always surrounded by people who wait for her to make a mistake?

Eighteen-year-old Annora has lived her entire life as a servant, until the night she catches the eye of King Alaric Castile. Dark, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome, the vampire king is drawn to her in ways that defy explanation.

But no mortal can live knowing vampires rule the kingdom. Alaric faces an impossible choice: kill the girl who has awakened something long dormant in his cold heart, or defy centuries of tradition to save her.

The plan was just to replace her best friend on her blind date. Could she have ever imagined this decision to become a new life begining of hers?

Escaping from this arrogant CEO who turned out to be her Boss seems to be impossible.

You lied to him, and he can send you to prison right away, The only way to get out of this mess is to accept his proposal.

A contract Marriage with A Baby involved and No feelings attached. How long until the feelings becomes unquenchable?

Two days ago, my boyfriend cheated, and two days later, I'm getting married to a stranger.
"I wasn't going to share my bed with any woman until I get married, but you came along and forcefully took me to bed. You seduced me, you took my virginity, therefore you have to marry me."
Rayne thought it was just a steamy one night stand, one she never thought she'd be meeting afterward, but after she woke up with a ring on her finger, she shockingly finds out she is now the wife to one of the city's eligible bachelors, Eric Arnold, a Domineering Billionaire.

Hannah is a nomadic rogue who has spent her whole life learning how to be a thief by her father as a means of survival. When her father demands she take a mate for his financial gain, she feels hopeless and stuck since it'll mean leaving her twin ten year old brothers behind.

A quick twist of fate lands her at the Nightwind pack where the Alpha's twin sons Rafe and Parker quickly realize Hannah is no ordinary female: she is in fact their fated mate. Though Hannah is still without her wolf, she too can’t deny the attraction. However, all three weave a thick web of lies in their attempts to get ahead. To one up the other and prove themselves despite numerous things working to keep them away from one another.

To get on Hannah's good graces, the twins put all their efforts into finding her lost brothers. It’s all they can do to keep her at their pack and safe, when all she wants to do is leave. They quickly realize though she's uneducated, she's far from a stupid girl. When it seems all hope is lost, she's forced to deal with her lying father to finally get the truth. A rogue with nothing to lose is the worst kind of danger.

What will Hannah do when she finds out her entire life has been a lie? That she's just been used as a pawn by the very man who was supposed to be her biggest protector?

Find out in: The Alpha Twins Steal A Thief!

Hannah:

My father's voice and advice is forever in my thoughts.

I'm loyal to you, no one else is.

Selene thought Silverpine Academy would be a new beginning. A prestigious school for elite shifters seemed like the perfect place to bury her haunted past and strange visions. But from the moment she arrives, destiny refuses to stay quiet.
During a combat class, Selene is seized by a waking vision from Astrid—the ancient wolf goddess—and collapses in front of her classmates. When Elias, the intuitive and charming council member, helps her up, their touch releases a surge of magic that stuns everyone. Suddenly, the academy is buzzing with rumors, and Selene is no longer invisible—especially not to Elias or Soren, the cold, brooding Lycan heir whose wolf refuses to ignore her.

Sienna’s father, who is a corrupt politician, is indebted to Enzo’s organization and has been using Sienna as leverage to keep himself safe.
Enzo decides to take Sienna under his protection, but Sienna, feeling both fear and gratitude struggles with her new reality. Meanwhile, the other members of the organization are wary of her, unsure if she’s an asset or a liability.
Enzo himself struggles to understand why he feels protective over Sienna, a girl he should view as a burden. This feelings conflict with his usual ruthlessness.
As Enzo struggles with his feelings, a rival mafia family, the Torres Clan, begins to circle, sensing weakness in Enzo’s growing attachment to Sienna.
Sienna’s step-mother and half-siblings try to lure her back, playing on her weaknesses and fears. They want her to betray Enzo to save themselves.
Meanwhile, Enzo faces betrayal within his own ranks. Someone is leaking information to the Torres Clan, and Sienna becomes a prime suspect.
Enzo is ambushed, and Sienna is captured by the Torres Clan, intending to use her to destroy him but Sienna, despite her fear, outsmarts her captors, sending a cryptic message to Enzo.
Enzo’s rage knows no bounds when he discovers Sienna has been taken. He unleashes his fury on the Torres Clan, and a full-scale war breaks out between the Falcones and the Torres Clan.
Enzo and Sienna must rely on each other to survive, but the closer they become, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Their love is seen as a weakness by Enzo’s enemies.
Enzo faces the ultimate test of loyalty and love. He must decide whether to sacrifice everything for Sienna or continue living by his ruthless code.
The final showdown between Enzo and Marco is brutal, with devastating consequences. Sienna’s fate hangs in the balance.
Enzo’s love for Sienna forces him to confront his darkest demons and seek redemption. He must choose between the man he’s always been and the man Sienna believes he can become.

"He thinks he can get me now that he has money?! Absolutely not! He's a manipulator, narcissist, and an ex-convict! I will never beg him like before!” I hissed as I looked at Alpha Archer, who was playing dolls with my child, Rosie.

He looked up at me and flashed a devilish grin. “I can hear your thoughts, baby.”


Katrina's life was destined for perfection, poised to become the next Luna of the Hawthorn Pack. She believed her fated mate would be her long-term boyfriend and the future Alpha, Damien. But when she meets Archer Ellington, a lowly omega in her pack, her world is turned upside down by the cruel twist of fate.

Archer, manipulated and cornered, takes the fall for a murder Damien was involved in. Imprisoned under Damien's identity, he serves his time and vows revenge on those who framed him.

Katrina abandons her job and family to start anew in a small pack after a tragedy that happens when Archer gets out of prison. Years later after hiding, she meets Archer again in the New Moon Pack. He looks powerful and wealthy now. What will she do when she finds out that her mate is the Alpha of the pack? Will she take him back or make his life a living hell?

“Mine,” I heard him say, as his eyes turned a bright shade of red. Maybe I should've shouted for help. Or hit one of his men, who was holding me in place.

Instead, my heart stirred at the sound of his voice.

“I always get what I want.” He continued. “And I'm taking you with me.” He stared directly into my eyes, and my breath turned raspy. He looked scary, yet I wasn't afraid of him.

I turned back towards the dark alley. If I didn't go with him, I'd be caught by those killers sent by my father.

But this man didn't look human. I took a deep breath, and made my decision quickly.

“Yes, I'm yours.”


On her wedding day, Mirabella Aurel eloped, only to be captured by a strange man.

Danger. That was what came to mind, once she locked gazes with Zeke Elliott. Plunged into a world of darkness, power, and abnormality, Mirabella discovers that she might have just jumped from frying pan to fire.

In the midst of all, she finds herself falling for a vampire whom she never thought existed. And he might be the only one who can protect her, and help her enact revenge on her…father.

On the run from the Alpha Kieran of the North Pack, Tish, a human, needs to figure out where to turn next.All she knows is that she has to get as far away from the North Pack as she can. Hoping to leave her mistakes behind her, she takes off with nothing to her name. While she is hitchhiking South, she is picked up by an unlikely ally who knows about her past. Instead of returning her to Alpha Kieran, he takes her under his wing and makes her a member of his pack.

Is this the fresh start that Tish is looking for? Or will the mistakes from her past come to light and ruin her life for good?