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"Take your things and leave, Mira. I never want to see you again. The guard will bring the divorce papers. Sign them. I have already done my part. Now it is your turn."
Mira, a princess of the Silver Claw Pack, was labeled a weak omega and abandoned by her father when her wolf never appeared. Heartbroken and humiliated, she ran away and found love in the arms of Alpha Adrien of another pack. Their marriage fell apart when Mira could not conceive, and Adrien's betrayal cut deeper than any wound.
Framed, banished, and left to hit rock bottom, Mira's suffering awakened the powerful, long-dormant wolf within her. Now stronger, fiercer, and unrecognizable, she returns to her home pack not as a broken princess but as a force to be reckoned with.
At the homecoming celebration organized by her father, Adrien, the man who once discarded her, is stunned. The woman he betrayed now commands respect and fear as a dominant leader. He begs for her back, but Mira is no longer the woman he left behind. This time, she is taking everything he once stole from her and more.

Aubrey Carver, a young heiress of the wealthiest family in the country, left her fortune to marry her first love, Dario Fowler. To avoid overshadowing him with her wealth, she posed as a poor countryside girl. Dario, however, only married her to secure his inheritance, planning to divorce her once his true love returned.
Aubrey endured years of insults and hardships from the Fowler family, her love for Dario unwavering. But when Dario handed her divorce papers, she realized he never loved her. Heartbroken, she returned to her family, who welcomed her with open arms.
Months later, Aubrey dazzled everyone at a grand ball, hosted by her grandfather to announce her as the chairwoman of Carver's Corp. Her true identity revealed, the once poor girl was now a powerful heiress.
Dario, realizing his mistake, now faces a crumbling empire and must win Aubrey back to save his business. But will she forgive him and take him back? Or will she choose a new path? The decision is hers to make.

*******Rated 18+ (MATURE AUDIENCE) ****************
This book is for adults only: It contains explicit content, mature themes ad strong language

"My turn," he growled, voice dripping with hunger. He stroked his long, curved length, smearing the bead of precum at the tip.
Instead of guiding his cock to my mouth, Shawn pressed his tip against my tight, puckered hole. He slicked himself with my own arousal before pushing forward, breaching my ass with a firm thrust. "You can take it," he urged, sinking his thick shaft deeper into my back passage.
The overwhelming fullness of the triple penetration hit me all at once. Leo's and Axel's throbbing cocks pounded into my pussy, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, while Shawn's hard length plunged deep into my ass.

This electrifying collection brings together tangled sheets, stolen glances, and the kind of slow-burning tension that makes your skin buzz. Each story dives into a different shade of passion — from step siblings with secrets to a bride having revenge sex with her fiancé’s groomsmen.

"Speak not a word to her. Let none of you lay your hands or eyes on her. She is mine to deal with. This is my only warning. Defy it, and the consequences will make you beg for death, yet death will not come."
MIRA
When Ken hurt me, I shattered.
But I never gave in. I refused to feel. I refused to love.
Then my father, who hates me, and my mother, too afraid to protect me, send me away.
I expected peace. What I got was the White Lion.
The mafia king of the continent. A legend soaked in blood.
He claims me with no mercy. Protects me with no kindness.
Says I belong to him. Proves it with every threat and every body he leaves behind.
I swore I would never surrender.
But how do you fight a devil who looks like salvation
and kisses like sin?
SCAR
After my mother died from my father’s recklessness, I made myself a promise.
No love. No women in the mafia. No weakness.
Then I saw Mira.
Too proud to beg. Too pure to touch.
I made her a game. A test. A punishment.
But now she is the obsession I never expected.

Rosemary Decker, a 27-year-old marketing executive fleeing corporate burnout in Seattle, inherits her great-aunt's mysterious bookshop in Thornwick Hollow just as her life crumbles. But the inheritance comes with a chilling countdown—twenty-eight days until a crimson eclipse that occurs once per generation. Holden Ashworth, a devastatingly compelling stranger with secrets older than the mountain town itself, seems to know intimate details about her family history that she's never heard before. As Rosemary discovers the horrifying truth about an ancient covenant that has claimed six generations of women from her bloodline, she realizes Holden isn't courting her—he's preparing her for a ritual that will grant him immortality while consuming her life essence. But some family legacies are worth fighting for, and in Thornwick Hollow, the hunted might just become the hunter when the crimson eclipse rises and old debts written in blood come due.

I’ve had the Sight for as long as I can remember.
Born into a matrilineal line of Salem witches, I can pierce the veil of the dead. I see the wandering souls and the lingering traces of magic left behind in the mortal world.
I always assumed this gift was nothing more than my own harmless little secret.
Until the night of our fifth wedding anniversary.
I lit the final taper candle on the long dining table. As the flame flickered, my Sight instinctively slipped open, my gaze drifting toward the deep shadows by the fireplace.
A spirit was huddled there in the dark.
It was my husband—Silas Blackwood.
Ice flooded my veins. What the hell is going on? Is Silas... dead?!
My hands shook as I fumbled for my phone, stumbling back in a frantic rush to dial his number.
But before my thumb could hit the call button—before my lips could even form the words of a banishing spell—
Click.
The front door opened.
Silas strode in, bringing the damp, fresh scent of the rain with him.
"Sorry I'm late, Evie."
My breath caught. If Silas was dead... then who the hell was standing right in front of me, wearing his skin?

In the apocalypse, during my escape, I awakened a useless superpower: reset .
My girlfriend, despising me as a burden who only creates junk, conspired with the mercenary captain to kick me into a horde of zombies.
She had planned everything, except for one thing.
My superpower wasn't "creating junk," but a conceptual-level divine skill !
A zombie bites my heart? Reset my body's state, instantly revived!
A rabid mutant attacks? Reset its hunger nerve, making it instantly kneel like a dog!
I single-handedly fought my way through the zombie horde and knocked on the shelter's door.
Beside the captain's shattered neck, I held my desperately begging ex-girlfriend upside down, smiling as I suspended her directly above the zombie horde.
"You were right, useless people should be zombie food. Now, it's your turn to prove your worth."
Then, I released her.

“Be careful with that, Emma," my boss at the high-end courier service warned, handing me the velvet-lined case. "That bottle is worth more than your life. It’s for the penthouse gala at the Sterling Heights. If it breaks, don't bother coming back.”

I clutched the case to my chest like it was a newborn child.

The soles of my shoes were so thin I could feel every jagged pebble on the pavement. My feet ached, a dull, throbbing reminder of the sixteen-hour shifts I’d been pulling for the last three months.

But every time I felt like collapsing, I thought of Liam. He met with an accident five years ago and could not work.

So, I became the bread-earner in our family.

Today was our wedding anniversary. And this last expensive delivery could earn me a decent gift for him.

"The host is on the terrace," a waiter whispered as I reached the penthouse, eyeing my worn-out sneakers with disdain. "Hurry up. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.”

I walked toward the terrace, my heart hammering. I just wanted to drop this off, get my signature, and run to Liam. I pushed through the crowd, dodging silk gowns and tailored tuxedos.

Then, I stopped.

The man standing at the edge of the terrace looked familiar.

He was wearing a bespoke midnight-blue tuxedo that cost more than our three years of rent. His hair was slicked back, his posture commanding and regal. He was way too rich to cross paths with me in my entire life.

But, my heart skipped a beat as he turned back to look at his friends.

It was Liam. My Liam. With other woman, offering the world to her.

In my past life , I was delivering supplies in the scorching heat of the apocalypse , only to have my ex-wife 's lover smash my head with a stick.
daughter, whom I've spoiled for sixteen years, looked at me with disgust: "Pretending to be a good girl is disgusting. Kill him and take his supplies."
When she opened her eyes again, her daughter had been reborn.
She cried and clung to my legs, begging to be taken in, all to trick me into believing she was building a shelter.
I decided to play along, spending all my savings to build her a top-of-the-line temperature-controlled fortress, and then "meticulously" teaching her the secrets of switching on the electric grid.
As the apocalypse arrives, the ex-wife and her lover launch a night raid on the high wall.
my daughter pressed the switch, trying to let her father in and kick me out the door.
The next second, with a loud "boom," the multi-million-volt high-voltage power grid was instantly activated !
The daughter collapsed in the control room, trembling : "Why is the switch upside down?!"

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.

Five years into living with my stepbrother Gideon, the scholarship girl he sponsored moved into our house.
To repay his "generosity," she made a habit of slipping into his bed at night. By day, she took it upon herself to "fix" my antisocial, withdrawn personality.
Three days before St. George Prep's graduation ceremony, she brought me a glass of juice wearing that nauseating sugar-sweet smile.
"You know, Charlotte, your peanut allergy is probably psychosomatic. You just need some exposure therapy. Let me help you get over it."
That night, my throat closed completely. She'd deliberately laced my drink with concentrated peanut extract.
I convulsed on the cold hardwood floor, vision tunneling as oxygen fled my lungs.
In the last second before darkness swallowed me whole, I clawed desperately toward the half-open door.
Standing in the hallway were my boyfriend Dylan and my stepbrother Gideon.
They simply watched me suffocate. Then Gideon calmly reached out and shut the door.
I died from anaphylactic shock.
Three months later, as a ghost tethered to this world, I watched her stride onto Stanford's campus. Wearing my clothes. Carrying my acceptance letter. Burning through my trust fund.
Through the crowd, I saw Gideon—my ice-cold, unreachable stepbrother—gently cradle her face and press his lips to hers.
Then I gasped awake.
I was back. Three days before graduation.

I was here because of missed periods and abnormal bleeding—a suspected threatened miscarriage.

When asked about our relationship, my boyfriend didn't even look at me.

"We're just classmates," he told the nurse.

He thought he was cutting ties with a worthless nobody so he could chase after a billionaire's daughter.

What he didn't know was... I was the heiress he was desperately looking for.

My father chose two vampires as marriage prospects for my sister and me.

One was an immensely powerful pureblood aristocrat.

The other was Cassian, crippled by a silver curse. Confined to a wheelchair, he was a laughingstock—wracked by phantom pains and constantly on the verge of madness.

In my past life, I chose Cassian.

I drained my own blood to ease his agonizing curse. I shielded him from the relentless mockery of the Vampire Court. I even gambled my life in werewolf territory to beg for his cure.

But he never seemed to get better.

I didn't care. I remember holding his hand and telling him, "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens to you, I will always stay by your side."

Until the accident. A pack of rogue werewolves ambushed us.

Cassian shoved me precisely into the path of their claws.

Just to shield my sister, Serena, from the fatal blow.

Silver claws completely shredded my throat.

Through my fading vision, I watched Cassian stand up from his wheelchair.

The terrifying aura of a Vampire Lord erupted from him, crushing the werewolves instantly. Countless night-thralls emerged from the shadows, dropping to their knees at his feet.

That was when I understood. He was never paralyzed, and he was never mad.

Because Serena hadn't chosen him, and because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, he faked the illness to disgust me for years.

Then, he used my life to save his true love.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you. But I couldn't just watch Serena die."

"Elara... whatever I owe you, I'll repay in the next life."

In the bone-piercing cold, I took my last breath.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the exact day my father forced us to make our choice.

I waited five years for a heart transplant.
My mother—the Luna of our Pack, the healer everyone worships—gave it to someone else.
An orphan girl she took in. A girl who now calls her "Mom."
Ivy got my heart. She got a wolf. She got a mate and a wedding so grand the whole Pack attended.
Me? I watched from the corner, still dying, while my mother smiled for the cameras and accepted praise for her "selfless sacrifice."
When I finally snapped at the ceremony, she slapped me. Told me to apologize. Said I was embarrassing the family.
I'm her actual daughter. I'm the one who can't shift, can't feel a mate bond, can't survive another six months.
But sure. I'm the problem.
They wanted me to stay quiet and die gracefully.
I chose to make sure everyone sees who their perfect Luna really is.

My husband used my cottage to cheat on me. Fine. I found out, I drove three hours, and I walked into my own house to find his mistress wearing my dead grandmother's sweater.
She told me to leave.
He showed up, kissed her in front of me, then grabbed my arm and shoved me into the door frame.
That's when I had the asthma attack. He's known about my asthma for five years.
My inhaler rolled across the porch floor. His mistress picked it up, held it out, and told me to sign a statement saying I'd caused all of this. Then she'd give it back.
He looked at me on the ground and said: She's performing.
I'm sitting on the floor of my own grandmother's house, gasping, and my husband is telling the neighbors I'm acting.
Nobody thought to ask whose family manages every property on this coastline.

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.

I was four months pregnant when the truck hit my car.
I woke up on a gurney outside the OR, bleeding, half-conscious, thinking my husband was saving my life. Then I heard him through the door.
"The baby's gone. Her right hand is finished—her career's over either way. Just take her kidney now and put it in Mia."
My mother agreed. My father told him to switch my architectural draft to Mia's name before Friday.
Mia. The sister they'd raised for twenty years while I was missing. The sister whose body was failing. The sister my husband had apparently been in love with the whole time I was married to him.
I was supposed to die on that table. I wasn't supposed to hear anything.
But my phone was in my coat pocket, and the voice memo app had never stopped recording.
And now I had a choice to make.

In order to rush to comfort his assistant whose apartment was leaking, Richard signed his name hastily without even glancing at the documents on the table.
I put away the divorce agreement with a wry smile.
When he and my son completely disappeared, he finally panicked.
Three months later .
He knelt down on the streets of Chicago in despair, begging me to remarry him.
My six-year-old son looked coldly at his biological father and said, "Get lost, you bad uncle! You don't deserve to be my dad!"

I was just a maid… until Lord Alexander De Vere looked at me like I was someone he had buried.
From that moment, nothing made sense.
He calls me by a name that isn’t mine.
Watches me like I belong to him.
And no matter how hard I try to stay away… I keep being pulled back.
To him, to his mansion, to a past I don’t remember.
The dreams won’t stop, a different life, a different name… a love that ended in something far worse than death.
But the deeper I fall into his world, the more dangerous it becomes.
There are things hiding in the forest.
Secrets buried beneath his mansion.
And people who would rather see me dead than let me stay by his side.
Yet the most terrifying truth isn’t what he is…
It’s what I am to him.
Because the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize, I was never brought here to be protected.
I was brought here for a reason.
And if I don’t uncover it in time…
I might lose more than my life.

1000 years ago I was Queen Leonora who married a cruel king, King Nathaniel. My husband actually fell in love with Ruby, a slave who he wanted could take my place.

Ruby was involved in a forbidden scandal with Ezekiel, the strongest and toughest knight who became the King's closest and most trusted person. However, Ezekiel and Ruby decided to escape from the palace and the real disaster began.

Now I am reborn as an ordinary girl who became a Luna after Nathaniel, who was reincarnated as an alpha wolf, ate my heart, not because he loved me, but because of his ambition for 1000 years to find the reincarnation of Ruby, his true love and take revenge on Ezekiel.

After thousands of years have passed, can I make Nathaniel love me? Or will I instead anchor my heart to Leonidas the zeta, the reincarnation of Ezekiel?

Extermination just got a whole lot more fun.

The gang goes to a high-end space station for a “regular” job and quickly learn there is nothing simple when it comes to pest control.

These vermin want to tear off their faces.

Rats with razor-sharp teeth and a team mentality might be the worst monsters they’ve encountered. Cody can’t shake the feeling that there is an underlining conspiracy to all these pests. One that points to Layton Corporation.

To kill the boss, they are going massively multiplayer.

Taking down this evil corporation will also require the big guns.

That’s the only way to take out this big bug!

Men in Black meets Ghost Busters. Intergalactic Pest Control will have readers hooked from the beginning.

Caution for strong language and graphic scenes involving lots of bug guts.

After a tragic accident, Tessa—a poor orphan—wakes up in the body of Elena Scarlet, America’s most adored model and actress, and the daughter of a billionaire, while her real body lies unconscious in the hospital.
As she struggles to survive jealous rivals, unexpected romance, and haunting secrets, the truth behind the mysterious soul switch begins to unfold.
But when the real Elena’s soul returns, Tessa must make an impossible choice.

Sofia realizes that she has died in an accident, while her lover, Lucien survived and moved on without her. Angered by the injustice she experienced, instead of going to heaven, Sofia sold her soul to Lucifer, who lurks a holy spirit like her at a crossroads in the afterlife.

Lucifer promises that she will be resurrected so she can take revenge on Lucien for her death. She will come back to life as a half human, half fox demon. But instead, after her revenge is avenged, she will go to hell and become Lucifer's slave.

After her awakening, Sofia decided to join a mysterious group called 'Supernova Revenge', a group consisting of half-demon with the same goal, namely revenge.

Our marriage was loveless, only physical. When he was inside me, it was another woman's name he called out.
This continued until I became pregnant. He ripped my prenatal report to shreds.
"The child and you, only one can live!"
I had no choice but to leave, filled with bitterness.
Years later, when we meet again, I am a woman who can command the winds and rains in the business world.
I tear apart his proposal, piece by piece, and say in a cold voice: "Today, your company and you, only one can live!"

~Raelynn only wanted sex,
she was craving for sex but everything changed when she had a one night stand with a stranger.
Getting pregnant was one of the things she didn't expect and to make worse, the stranger had no feelings for her. The man only fucks , that is his profession.
He fucks different women and get paid. He doesn't want love, he doesn't make love. However that all changed after a one night stand with Lynn.
EXTRACT:
'Fuck, Lynn', He groaned while pushing his hips upwards.
'Ah!'I cried, feeling my orgasm trying to come back to life with that one forward thrust of his. 'Don't move,' I whispered.

Fiona finds her husband cheating on her for yrs with his secretary.
Heartbroken, she's wasted alone in bar.
Her husband keeps calling her.
His billionaire boss:"Pick it up. Let him hear your moan. Tell him he's fired and you're mine..."

One Night. One Mistake. One Lifetime of Consequences.

I thought I was waiting for love. Instead, I got fucked by a beast.

My world was supposed to bloom at the Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival—champagne buzzing in my veins, a hotel room booked for Jason and me to finally cross that line after two years. I’d slipped into lacy lingerie, left the door unlocked, and lay on the bed, heart pounding with nervous excitement.

But the man who climbed into my bed wasn’t Jason.

In the pitch-black room, drowned in a heady, spicy scent that made my head spin, I felt hands—urgent, scorching—searing my skin. His thick, pulsing cock pressed against my dripping cunt, and before I could gasp, he thrust hard, tearing through my innocence with ruthless force. Pain burned, my walls clenching as I clawed at his iron shoulders, stifling sobs. Wet, slick sounds echoed with every brutal stroke, his body unrelenting until he shuddered, spilling hot and deep inside me.

"That was amazing, Jason," I managed to say.

"Who the fuck is Jason?"

My blood turned to ice. Light slashed across his face—Brad Rayne, Alpha of Moonshade Pack, a werewolf, not my boyfriend. Horror choked me as I realized what I’d done.

I ran away for my life!

But weeks later, I woke up pregnant with his heir!

They say my heterochromatic eyes mark me as a rare true mate. But I’m no wolf. I’m just Elle, a nobody from the human district, now trapped in Brad's world.

Brad’s cold gaze pins me: “You carry my blood. You’re mine.”

There is no other choice for me but to chose this cage. My body also betrays me, craving the beast who ruined me.

WARNING: Mature Readers Only

After a one-night stand with him, I left hundreds of dollars for him.
I thought we have no relations any more, but in reality, he was actually my fiancé’s brother!
I never imagined I would develop feelings for him.
It’s a forbidden love, a secret that can’t be spoken...

Raelynn Martinez was moving clear across the country to start a new life but fate had other plans. On her way she met an arrogant guy who she realized later that he is a porn star. During the process, she unintentionally ended up having a night stand with him. This was however a mistake because after that night, sex with him became her addiction. This went on for a good couple of months until when Raelynn realized that it wasn't just sex. However things turned bad when she noticed that she was pregnant. She was impregnated by a porn star who had no interest in her, had no feelings for her. It was all sex to him.

“I know this may sound crazy,” Nelson began calmly, “but I want us to get married. For real.”
Grace’s head shot up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What?”
“It’ll be a contract marriage,” he explained. “Three years. Once the contract ends, you’ll be free to go your own way, and I’ll go mine.”
The words sent her spiraling. “Why?” she croaked.

Grace's life takes a tragic turn when her father dies mysteriously, and all his wealth is taken in a claim of paying an unknown debt.

It gets even worse when her mother becomes a drunkard, and she has to be the breadwinner of the family to ensure her brother is well taken care of.

Dreams shattered, and abandoned when she found out about her cheating boyfriend.

She feels it's all when life throws her another curve ball as someone sets her up to be raped.

What happens when her rapist turns out to be none other than Nelson Divine. The richest billionaire alpha in the country.

Not only that, he is her alpha mate.

Love, hate, betrayal, and nigh more is Grace faced with.

Will her life change after encountering the demigod of an Alpha?

Or is she bound to suffer forever?

When Erin run into her high school boyfriend, who now is a billionaire, at a restaurant, he cornered her against a bathroom stall "Behavior yourself." She warned him "Be a good girl if you don't want to be heard. " -- "Are you ladies bothering my girlfriend?" "Gavin?" One of the girls spoke up, her voice suddenly shrinking to a whisper. Gavin Pierce. He was the Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack, renowned as one of the most formidable and ruthless Alphas in our universe. And he also happened to be my ex-boyfriend. The same one that I had left behind in high school. Without any regard for my soaked shirt, Gavin casually draped an arm around my shoulders. The girl and her friends gaped at us, speechless and unsure of what to say next. "You two got back together?" She finally managed to ask, her voice almost a hollow echo. "I had no idea." "My personal affairs are none of your concern, Cassondra," he replied, sounding disinterested and nonchalant. "Of course, they're not..." Cassondra stammered, bowing her head in our direction. "I'm very sorry." -- “You owe me for saving you out there,” he said in a deep and threatening tone. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, staring into his gorgeous eyes. “What is it you want?” I asked, my tone low and breathless. “Don’t you remember the last time we were in a bathroom together?” He asked, that smirk appearing on his lips again. “It was in a stall… just… like… this.”

When Erin run into her high school boyfriend, who now is a billionaire, at a restaurant, he cornered her against a bathroom stall "Behavior yourself." She warned him "Be a good girl if you don't want to be heard. " -- “Are you ladies bothering my girlfriend?” “Gavin?” One of the girls said, her voice suddenly so small. Gavin Pierce. The Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack; he’s seemingly one of the cruelest and toughest Alphas to walk our universe. He also happens to be my ex-boyfriend. The very same one that I left back in high school. Gavin drapes an arm around my shoulders, completely disregarding my soaked shirt. The girl and her friends stared at us with gaping mouths, unsure of what to say at that very moment. “You got back together?” she asked, her voice nearly hollow. “I had no idea.” “My personal affairs aren’t a concern of yours, Cassondra,” he said to her, sounding bored and uninterested. “Of course, not…” Cassondra stammered. She bowed her head to us. “I’m very sorry.” -- “You owe me for saving you out there,” he said in a deep and threatening tone. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, staring into his gorgeous eyes. “What is it you want?” I asked, my tone low and breathless. “Don’t you remember the last time we were in a bathroom together?” He asked, that smirk appearing on his lips again. “It was in a stall… just… like… this.”

“Beg properly,” he growled.

“Please, Daddy,” I cried, voice breaking. “Please fuck your little brat’s tight pussy. I’ve been so bad—punish me with your cock. Stretch me open and fill me up. I’ll be good, I promise—just please fuck me hard.”

At home, where secret desires burn hot, WET FOR DADDY brings you a hot collection of forbidden stories. Young stepdaughters grow up under the strong gaze of their powerful stepdaddies. Soon, care turns into raw hunger and wild need.

From the busy boss who takes his naughty stepdaughter on his big desk, to the tough rancher who shows his curious girl how to ride more than horses — these tales dive deep into naughty, throbbing lust.

Every soft “good girl,” every firm hand, and every secret night touch leads to explosive pleasure that breaks all the rules.

Steamy, bold, and deliciously wrong, this book gives you pure taboo fun that will leave you wet, breathless, and wanting more. Give in to your darkest stepdaddy dreams — no shame, just hot, dripping fantasy.

"You have a ….." His hand moves towards my mouth, skimming over my bottom lip. I'm frozen. Never has a man affected me like this.
Pulling his hand back, he holds his finger up for me to see. Even his hands are perfect. I imagine what it would feel like to have hands like that caress my body. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. But it soon vanishes when I notice the small piece of chocolate sitting on the tip of his finger. I'm immediately consumed with humiliation. My eyes widen and my mouth gapes when he places his finger in his mouth, sucking the chocolate off.
"Yummy" he says as he nods his head.
Emily, adopted at eleven years old by a very rich socialite after ten years of being placed from one foster home to the other. She was given a life of luxury and groomed for seven years for a role she didn't know about. At eighteen, she began her life as a sex-worker, lacking companionship and love, she never experienced it until she had a one-night stand with a handsome stranger. One-night of passion that changes everything. 
Damian grew up privileged, he had it all; looks, money, charm, success and endless array of beautiful women who threw themselves at him. He then met Emily, a breath of fresh air. 
Their one-night-stand together ignited something in him, he wanted to own and possess her, but Emily had other plans. 
Will he be able to get what he wants? Will he be able to claim her? Or will her secrets crush or destroy any chance they have at being together?

"You came prepared, didn't you, Tessa? I've been wanting to taste you since the moment you walked into that bar."
His warm, firm hand slid under my dress, pushing the fabric higher until it bunched around my hips. When his fingers touched the dampness between my legs, I gasped, instinctively arching my hips to meet his touch.
I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. My heart pounded wildly, both frightened and excited as I braced for the moment I had both dreaded and craved...


Tessa finds her boyfriend of six months cheating on her with his secretary. Angry at his betrayal and at herself for not noticing the signs earlier, she goes to a nightclub and gives away her virginity to a stranger. She had promised this virginity to her boyfriend.
She has a one-night stand with Damien, thinking this memory will fade with time. However, she never expects to run into her one-night stand on her first day at work! What should she do? Is Tessa about to embark on a cat-and-mouse secret office romance?

Sophia Cooke, a first-year college student, never imagined how one night could change everything. What began as a casual conversation at a party with Cedric Hall—the charming senior and the most popular guy on campus—quickly spiraled into a flirtatious, fiery exchange. Before the night ended, Sophia found herself caught in a whirlwind of passion that led to an unexpected one-night stand. But when the morning light brings more than just memories, Sophia faces life-altering consequences as she discovers she's pregnant. Now, she must navigate the chaos of college life, unexpected motherhood, and Cedric's overwhelming presence. Witness the fallout of a reckless night as Sophia's world spirals out of control.

My name is Themis and I am not supposed to be alive.

I survived the hunt, saddled with a husband and still I have to waddle my way through so many things to remain alive at the end of the day.

The one person I can count on other than myself is my new husband who saved my life from the get go.

And my gift of prophecy.

Maybe, just maybe it is also enough to save the Dar Empire too.

My name is Themis and this is my story.

Zephyra’s life was already in ruins when her mother remarried, but discovering her new stepbrother is the stranger she spent one reckless night with is a nightmare she can’t escape. Kaelric doesn’t want her, yet when jealousy and betrayal require a plan for revenge, they’re forced to play lovers in a dangerous act. But as lies unravel, Zephyra and Kaelric must stand by each other and expose the truth that could tear their families apart.

“You want me to share the studio with you?”

“Only if you can handle me… and what I want.”

“And what exactly do you want?”

“Everything… on my terms… starting with you.”

When the school decides to shut down the art studio to make room for hockey expansion, Elara Quinn refuses to accept it.

Landon Hayes the captain, the hero, the face of the team is supposed to be her enemy. His world is ice rinks and roaring crowds. Hers is paint-splattered floors and quiet determination.

But when Elara storms into his territory demanding answers, she doesn’t expect him to offer a deal.

Share the building. Work together. Rebrand the team.

It’s supposed to be temporary.

Yet the more they clash, the more the tension shifts from rivalry to something undeniable.

Saving her studio was the goal.

Falling for the boy on the other side of the fight?
That was never part of the plan.

Linda Parks is a servant girl who makes one desperate choice that changes everything. When her mother is diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and needs half a million dollars in emergency surgery, Linda agrees to the unthinkable: spend one night pretending to be her employer's daughter, Nikki Jenkins, with the powerful and commanding Charles Kane.
One night. One lie. One decision she can never take back.
But nothing goes as planned. Charles is sharper than expected, the connection between them is undeniably real, and the secret Linda carries grows heavier with every passing day, especially when Charles becomes her university professor and then Nikki's fiancee.
Trapped between blackmail and love, truth and survival, Linda is forced deeper into a web of deception she never wanted. And when the lies finally unravel, they reveal something no one saw coming: Linda and Nikki are twin sisters, separated at birth, raised in different worlds, and now fighting over the same man, the same family, and the same future.
Some secrets destroy everything they touch. Others set you free.

My fingers move to his shaft, which is hard and hot to the touch. It’s been more than a while since I was with anyone – since I felt this desire for a man. He groans and finds my lips again, but this time the kiss is less gentle.
I pulled back, meeting his still gaze.
“Can I taste it?” I asked, my face warm.
He chuckles, nodding. I lick my way from his mouth through his chest and stomach muscles and down still.


Finding out I spent the night with my new boss is all types of wrong.

A man like Maxwell Thatcher is the last person I expect to save me from a disaster date.
Especially when he pretends to be someone I least expect.
He’s ready to be anyone I need him to be when I’m in a pinch.
And to return the favor, I’m willing to do anything he wants.
It was supposed to be one night, but who knew we’d meet again sooner than expected.
This familiar stranger is my company's new CEO.
And who knew his secrets could be my salvation?

Humans are not allowed inside Lycan territory. So, when Henna is brought into Lycan Academy, everyone except her seems to understand one thing. She doesn't belong. She can't shift, she has no powers, and everyone in the academy can smell the sick human fear in her.

Especially him.

Andre is a Lycan prince. A predator by birth. A future Lycan King with loyalty to his pack and a mate chosen for him since birth. He shouldn’t look at a human the way he looks at Henna. And he definitely shouldn’t touch her.

But then he does, and their whole lives come unravelling. Because a Lycan Prince being mates with a human has never been heard of, and some people are willing to take that out of existence. To protect her, Andre does the one thing he shouldn't have. He hands her over to his best friend.

The only Lycan that he trusts.

The only one who starts to fall for Henna, too.

No wolf. No pack. No problem.
Scarlet has two blades, a dying guardian, and exactly three days to convince the most powerful pack in the territory to help her. She doesn't plan on staying. She doesn't plan on the bond. She definitely doesn't plan on four alpha brothers — Liam, Ryan, Davis, and Henry — deciding that the wolfless girl who walked through their gate covered in blood is the only mate they'll ever want.
But something in her blood is waking up. Something old. Something that has been waiting longer than she's been alive.
The boundary between the living world and the Underworld is fraying. Scarlet is the only one who can fix it — Moon Lineage healer, Underworld Queen, and the last person who ever expected to be either. With four alphas at her back and a daughter who inherited her stubbornness, she's about to find out what she was always meant to be.
Scarlet's Claim is a reverse harem paranormal romance about a woman who survived everything and then chose something worth fighting for.

“Do you know how sexy you look right now?” His deep voice made my core tingle as his fingers glided between my folds.

He was hot and I was slimy and wet. “Oh, gosh!” I threw my head back in pleasure as he increased his pace.

His magical fingers made me fidget shamelessly, “Please—” aching for a release.

“Do you want to cum for me, Pookie?” A dark smirk glinted at the corner of his lips.

And I…

I just couldn't take it anymore.


They called her ugly and fat, she felt out of place. The only family she had mistreated not until she encountered the billionaire golden boy who is ready to go miles for her.

But not without a storm ahead.

On New Year's Eve, I lost both my first love and my virginity.
I never thought that the courage I mustered to put on that sexy lingerie... would eventually be undone by my professor.

When Audrey's bf cheated at the biggest college party,
He called her a boring nerd in front of everyone.
She’s heartbroken and wasted. Then she had a one-night stand with a hot stranger.
The next morning, she shocked to find out that the new professor was the man from last night.
She lowered her head and tried to escape the earth.
Him: “No need to hide, Audrey. I believe we met last night.”

My head throbbed painfully, and every inch of my body felt as if it was being torn apart. The man I spent the night with was a force of nature, an absolute beast in bed. Glancing at the scattered condoms around, I estimated we’d gone at it five or six times last night. I sighed, convincing myself it was just a one-time fling, a steamy memory I’d cherish. After all, I didn’t even know his name, and I was sure we’d never cross paths again.​

But fate had a twisted sense of humor. The moment I stepped into Silver Moon Pack as a newly - signed actress, I froze. There he was—the Alpha whose eyes held me captive, the same man I’d shared that wild night with. I’d dreamed of this moment, thinking it was my ticket to stardom. Little did I know, this Alpha was infamous as the “Demon Alpha.” Now, I couldn’t help but wonder: Would I survive his clutches?

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That reckless yet unforgettable night saw Lena Voss flee overseas—unaware she carried not just his child, but quadruplets. But her quiet life shattered completely when she returned home, and she collided with Killian Thorne. His icy yet burning gaze locked firmly on her. “The kids… mine?” “They take my last name,” Lena shot back, struggling to mask the turmoil in her heart. “Change it. Now,” he purred, his tone laced with danger. “I never planned to let you go after you slipped away that night.” He declared firmly: “The kids are mine. So are you.” “You were just a mistake,” Lena snapped. “A mistake?” He closed in, his voice a velveted threat. “To me? It was fate.” A gifted single mom versus an iron-willed tycoon. The four little ones play Cupid in secret; as secrets unravel and passion ignites—Killian is resolute: No one will take her from him. Never.

"Where did you run out from wearing a wedding dress, little mouse?"
He tilted my chin up, his voice low and dangerous. "You look like hell."
"Ansel," the man beside him warned sharply. "Be careful with her."
Ansel didn't look away. "She's my mate."
A quiet laugh followed. "Is she?" another voice said. "That's strange... because I feel the bond too."
I turned toward the third man—the one with silver eyes.
"You too?" Ansel asked.
He didn't answer.
But the bond in my chest flared, fierce and undeniable.
Yes.
All three of them.
Raven Lightwound's perfect wedding day shatters in a single moment when her fiancé betrays her.
Humiliated and heartbroken, she unleashes her wolf and runs—straight into the arms of fate.
Deep in the forest, Raven encounters Rowan, Ansel, and Asher: triplet brothers, deadly alpha hunters... and all three claim her as their fated mate.
One bond is impossible.
Three is forbidden.
Torn between the pain of her past and the pull of a destiny she never asked for, Raven must decide whether to trust again—or lose everything.
Can a broken bride open her heart to three powerful alphas?
Or will betrayal haunt her before she can claim her future?