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The adoptive brother I'd been secretly in love with for a decade took my virginity on the night of my twentieth birthday, fueled by alcohol.

I thought I had finally found love.

Until I stood outside his half-open apartment door and heard his teammates mocking me.

"Damn, Dax, you actually slept with Elara? That boring good girl?"

My hand froze mid-air above the doorknob.

Dax's tone was dripping with contempt. "Look closely at her face. It's exactly like Cassandra's, isn't it?"

"It's no big deal. She revolves around me every single day. All it took was crooking a finger."

"With Cassandra gone, she's the perfect stand-in to kill time."

The room instantly erupted into a fit of unbridled, mocking laughter.

I dug my nails fiercely into my palms, opened my phone, and found the email I had deliberately ignored for a month.

[Florence Academy of Fine Arts — Exchange Program Confirmation]

Three years ago, my best friend Juliana Pierce was raped and jumped from a twelve-story building. I was there. I saw everything. I know exactly who did it.

Alexander Knight—Juliana's boyfriend, brilliant scientist, the man I've secretly loved for seven years—has spent every moment since hunting for answers. He believes I'm shielding a predator. He's dedicated his life to making mine hell.

Now I'm dying of ALS, and Alexander's dragged my broken body onto his "Memory Judgment Stage" for the world to see. His new technology can rip memories straight from my brain and broadcast them as holograms.

"Tell them who killed Juliana," he shouted.

I refuse. So he cranks up the machine, letting the neural probes tear through my dying brain. My hand shatters. My body convulses. But I won't break.

Until the memories start bleeding out anyway.

And when Alexander sees the rapist's face—Completely loses his mind.

"They said I was just a piece of trash, only fit to be a substitute bride for the lunatic Abyssal Dragon Duke." I smirked, twisting the bone bracelet that sealed my venomous power. My fake sister wept pitifully, "Visenya, at worst, I'll bear the Duke's wrath myself." Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea. When the bloodthirsty Duke finally cornered me, he didn't tear me apart. Instead, he kissed my fingertips and chuckled. "So, my little bride, shall we slaughter the Emperor and take the throne for fun?" "Deal," I smiled. "But if you drag me down, I'll kill you too."

My fiancé was going to humiliate me at our own wedding.

I know because I heard him think it.

I'm Isabella Rossi — mafia heiress, future bride to Lorenzo Falcone, the golden boy of New York's underworld. Our marriage was supposed to unite two empires.

I also have a secret. I can read minds. But only when people want to use me, hurt me, or destroy me.

Lorenzo's thoughts had been silent for three years. I thought that meant he loved me.

The night before the wedding, I finally heard him. The mistress he'd planted in the crowd. The fake pregnancy reveal. The plan to humiliate me at the altar so he could play the victim — and steal my family's power in the chaos.

Landon Rhodes and I grew up together, both dreaming of becoming top chefs. But I knew he was the one with a palate kissed by God.

So when Rowan Stone, this street-rat punk, got her claws into him, I took the drinks, the smoke, the slaps for him. When he wanted to skip the National Young Chefs Competition to stay with her drunk ass, I dragged him back to the culinary lab.

He won the championship, got recruited by a three-star Michelin restaurant, graduated and made millions. I became the most invisible prep cook in his kitchen.

Until Rowan wrapped her car around a pole during one of her episodes, and he lured me into a basement.

"This is all your fault! If you'd minded your own damn business, she'd still be alive!"

His foot came down on my right hand. Bones cracking. My fingers ground to pulp.

All those 5 AM trips to the fish market for him. All those nights watching stock simmer for forty-eight hours straight. All the praise he soaked up at final practicals. My sacrifices, and all I got in return was his hatred.

"These worthless hands that can only cut vegetables deserve to rot in the ground with her."

The pain swallowed me whole.

When I wake up again, I'm back to that afternoon when he said he was going to the bar to find her.

This time, I won't stop him.

At seven years old, he pulled me from the rapids—and for the eleven years that followed, I loved this man I called "Uncle."

Then Sophia appeared. She accused me of pushing her down the stairs, and Michael didn't spare me so much as a glance before throwing me out into the storm. I knocked until my hands were raw and bleeding. He never opened the door.

Three years later, he showed up at my workplace, demanding I "come home" with him. His pregnant girlfriend flaunted a twelve-week ultrasound, cooing about how the baby already "looked just like him"—then staged yet another fall, told yet another lie, let out yet another shriek, casting me once more as the heartless monster.

But this time, I won't beg.

This time, I know secrets they don't.

Because that miscarriage three years ago? That baby? That ultrasound?

None of it was real.

The question is—how much has Michael already lost, and can he see the truth before the one person who ever truly loved him is gone for good?

That was supposed to be one of the most anticipated days of my life—the wedding of my best friend, Sarah.
But when I put on my bridesmaid dress, she called me a bitch.
"Get out." Sarah looked at me like I was trash.
"I don't want to see you at my wedding."
I stood frozen in place, staring down at the broken Cartier bracelet she had given me, now lying scattered on the floor.

I'm a blind girl, and I've always been close with the old lady living next door.
One day, I caught the smell of blood coming from her apartment.
Worried something had happened to her, I pushed her door open—and instantly realized my mistake.
I had walked right into a murder scene.
The killer was still there.
I had to take a chance.
Betting that my pale, sightless eyes could fool those blood-crazed ones.
I stepped into the blood-soaked room, smiled toward where the body lay, and called out,
"Ma'am, the store has oranges on sale—I brought some over for you..."

I'm a forensic audio specialist. I make a living digging up the truths people deliberately erase from static and noise.
My 19-year-old brother was accused of pushing a billionaire's bride to her death at her wedding.
The police presented their "smoking gun" recording. I heard exactly twelve seconds missing from it.
Those twelve seconds hold the truth about how the bride really died—and the billionaire family's dark secret that will get both me and my brother killed.
They smashed my equipment, threatened my life, bribed the cops, and tried to bury the truth forever.
But what they don't know is—
Some voices refuse to stay silent. Even when they're cut out.

I chased after my first love, Joe, for years and finally worked up the courage to confess—only to overhear him plotting to get me drunk as a plaything.
Just when I was in utter despair, his mafia brother, David, showed up and saved me from deep sorrow. He treated me gently like I was made of glass, gifted me a private estate, got down on one knee and proposed, saying he'd had a crush on me for years.
I thought I'd finally escaped hell and found my one true love—until his “lover” Ann came back with a boy who looked exactly like him and stole every bit of his attention.
David swore Ann was just my stand-in, but he kept leaving me for her again and again, even throwing himself in front of bullets for her in a shootout, saying, “For you, I can risk my life.”

Dale was a famous playboy at Huntsville High School. He was tall, handsome, and rich. More importantly, he was a playboy with excellent sex skills and a huge cock. He had a long list of girls he'd dated, and every one of them was completely captivated by him. However, I wasn't on that list, and he even mocked me, calling me "Chris Shit."

But the moment I saw him, I was completely captivated. I desperately wanted to enjoy his big cock and his superb sex skills. I was completely captivated, willing to do anything for him, just hoping he'd look at me more.

However, when I finally had the chance to have a passionate fuck with him, I was shocked to discover that he was my stepbrother. Oh, damn, what a joke! So, should I continue having sex with him? And make him my big-cock boyfriend?! I was going crazy!!!

He thinks I'm a stuck-up, prudish bitch and I think he is an arrogant, stubborn man whore. I don't like him and he certainly doesn't have many nice things to say about me but I need to make this work. After it's all done I can cut ties with him and never have to see him again.

I never thought I would have to give up my dreams to make up for my father's mistakes but here I am working three jobs to get my family out of the hole he dug and now he fucks up royally one final time. Because of his mess, I am given an ultimatum to watch my grandmother's home be sold out from under her or help Ryder Masters, the NBA's wild child, clean up his act by pretending to be his girlfriend for the next twelve years months so he can secure his new contract.

The question is can we both get over our dislike for each other to make everyone believe that we are a real couple? Or will everyone see through the images we project and see this for what it really was?

When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend’s cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy.
The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood.
One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly.
One night. One opportunity.
The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image,
But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne’s but Edric’s.
In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay.
Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations.
All on the demand that she will be all Zayne’s. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child’s life– all shall belong to him.
Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she ‘should’ be his.
When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard.
But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?

His green eyes lengthened as he pulled me close, "Where else did he touch you?" His voice hardened and I shivered.
“Stop, He..”
He pressed his lips against mine before I could finish my statement.
“You're soaking wet for me baby. Do you feel this way about him too? Does his touch make you this wet?" He growled I could feel the anger in his voice.
“Listen to me little mouse.” His voice was cold, his green eyes pierced into mine with an intensity that made me shudder.
“You are mine alone.” He nipped on my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “You don't let anyone else touch you okay?”
We shouldn't be doing this. He didn't love me and I was just one of many girls caught in his web. Worse still, he was my Stepbrother.


Love is anything but expected...

Ryan Jenkins is the school's ultimate heartthrob and captain of the basketball team with a charm that leaves girls swooning. Haunted by a tragedy from his past, he views love as a game- one where hearts are mere toys to be tossed with. He’s spent his life steering clear of anything resembling love. But when his father remarries, he's suddenly faced with a new challenge—his stepsister. Being in close proximity to her ignites something he’s never felt, a dangerous spark that threatens to consume the world he’s built.

Violet Blake is your typical good girl—a straight-A student, a shy bookworm, and utterly inexperienced when it comes to love. Moving in with her mom and new stepfamily was supposed to be a fresh start. She never expected her stepbrother to be Ryan Jenkins, the most popular and alluring guy at school. With every interaction, Ryan keeps her on edge, leaving her struggling to protect her heart. The more she tries to stay away, the deeper she falls for the one person she knows she shouldn't desire...

Haven Brandon, a successful but cold-hearted businessman, is forced to cancel his engagement after a scandal shakes up his life. In an attempt to please his overbearing mother, he lies and tells her he's married. When she demands to meet his wife, Haven scrambles to come up with a plan and turns to his best friend, Matt, for help.
Enter Alexis Pierce, a tough young woman who dropped out of college to support her family. Struggling to make ends meet, Alexis agrees to a fake marriage with Haven in exchange for the money she needs to free her wrongfully imprisoned father. What starts as a business arrangement soon turns into something more complicated as they both begin to develop real feelings for each other.
As Alexis and Haven navigate their fake marriage, they discover new sides to each other. Haven begins to soften, revealing his hidden tenderness, while Alexis sparks something in him with her fiery spirit. But their growing relationship is tested when Alexis learns that Haven's brother, Cain, may be involved in her father's wrongful imprisonment.
As the two work together to uncover the truth and free her father, their fake marriage turns into a genuine and passionate bond. But with secrets from the past threatening to tear them apart, they must decide if their love is worth fighting for.
Will Haven and Alexis overcome the challenges in their way and turn their fake marriage into something real? Or will the past destroy everything they've built?

"Truth or dare," he said, and I scowled. I hate backing down from his silly games so easily. No, not this time. Not ever! This is when I get to show just how much I hate him.

"Dare," I replied, locking eyes with him. Let's see what he has up his sleeve.

"I dare you to kiss me."


Two weeks ago, I thought I'd escaped Mr. Perfect's grasp when I resigned from his company. No more mindless Truth and Dare games, no more toxic dynamics. Or so I thought...

Now, reality slaps me in the face: I'm carrying his child.

Will Mr. Perfect accept this unexpected twist? Or will my happy ever after remain a distant dream?

Aria’s story begins in silence.

On the night her child is born beneath a bleeding moon, the world does the unthinkable, the moon answers a power older than mercy and takes her baby from her arms. No prophecy offers comfort. No god explains why. There is only absence, a wound carved so deeply into Aria that something inside her hardens into resolve.

She was never meant to be a vessel.

In a world ruled by ancient God's, sacred pacts, and power that demands obedience, Aria uncovers a truth far more dangerous than destiny, magic does not always need to be stolen, inherited, or bargained for. Sometimes, it listens. Sometimes, it can be refused.

Bound by fate to Kael, a warrior forged for war and sacrifice, Aria is drawn into a conflict far older than the kingdoms trembling in its shadow. Alongside Azrael, Matteo, and Ren, the men shaped by loyalty, loss, and violence, she stands at the center of a prophecy written to break her.

The Devourer, an ancient god of control and corruption, seeks to claim Aria as its final vessel and crown her queen. It promises salvation. Restoration. Even the impossible return of what she lost.

Aria refuses.

At the Hollow Crown, she denies divinity itself, shattering prophecy and forcing a god to retreat. But refusal leaves echoes. Fragments of corrupted power bleed into the world, and greater eyes turn toward her defiance.

As stars realign and lost sanctums awaken, forces older than Gods, the Architects, shapers of fate itself, begin to watch.

Aria is no ascended queen.

She is a reckoning.

And the world is no longer prepared for a woman who has already lost everything, and learned how to say no.

Zoey Afar has had a long-held affection for her boss. However, she was unwilling to confess this since, first and foremost, they were different in level of life. The second reason she feels "abnormal" is that even a light touch from her stimulates her desire. She has obsessive sexual behavior, sometimes known as hypersexuality condition or sexual addiction.

Things become worse when the hot CEO makes her personal BDSM partner.

When your bf cheated, you slept with his best friend for revenge.
It's an ONS. You never expect to run into him again.
Yet, he became your stepbrother.
"Hello Sister. Behavior yourself. Or your moan will be heard. "
He smirked and caged you against the wall, kissing your neck.
Door's open. Parents downstairs.

It all started in middle school, Dorian Klient was my worst enemy.

He was the popular hockey captain who made my life hell. I was the girl he bullied for my looks. Then one fight ruined both our lives. He left town. I swore I’d never think about him again.

Years later, he’s back. Same jawline. Same arrogance. Same Dorian.

But this time I’m not that scared kid anymore. I’m Bella McCain. And I refuse to let him ruin me twice.

Except… why does my heart race every time he looks at me? Why does the boy I hated most feel dangerously close to becoming the one I want?

It's shitty when you start falling for the hockey captain who broke you. Well I'm offside with you, captain annoying.

"I've taken the time to read it, in fact, you are the real legitimate daughter of the Lincoln family. The current madam Dawn in the Lincoln now actually used to be your mother's bride servant girl and your younger sister is the illegitimate daughter of your father and the bride servant girl right? Unfortunately, your brother died tragically ten years ago and your mother took you to America in distress. Hence, the bride servant girl, and the illegitimate daughter became legitimate members of your family, nobody could take this aggravation, if this happened to them, huh?" Richard whispered in her ears.

She clenched her fist tightly but kept a straight face, she must not fall into this shameless man's scheme.

The first time they met, she caught him murdering the woman beside him, He kidnapped her and tied her hand with a cuff and tied his hand with a cuff.

The second time was when he crashed into a ball happening in her family.

He lies to a receptionist that she is his wife.

Shameless bastard."

Eline, a philosophy major, and a secret werecat, is caught off guard when Draken Gallagher, the campus playboy and her self-proclaimed nemesis, suddenly takes a keen interest in her. The twist? Draken is a werewolf.

—

"I'm interested in you, Eline," his straightforwardness caught me off guard, and I felt my heart stop beating. It felt like I had been knocked out of breath. "I like you and my wolf and I want to get to know you better…"

I was speechless.

He paused, studying my reaction, and then spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "Eline, there's something about you that I can't quite explain. You stir something in me, something my wolf doesn't understand."

"I also can't quite explain why the campus playboy is interested in me all of a sudden? Besides, Draken, aren't wolves supposed to be natural predators of cats? So why's your wolf interested in me? I don't get it at all."

"That's what I don't understand also, Eline. I don't understand why my wolf has taken a sudden interest in a cat."

"Try questioning it," I said.

Draken laughed, stepping even more closer to me. He was invading my personal space and for some reason, I didn't seem to mind it. He brushed a bit of my hair from my eyes, lowering his voice to a whisper as he spoke. "As a werecat, does your cat exist as a mind of its own?"

"No. Why do you ask?" I was forced to hold my breath with how close he was. I knew inhaling his scent would do things to me…to my body.

Draken smiled softly, his eyes reflecting a hint of mischief. "As for werewolves, their wolves exist as another entity. My wolf being attracted to you is what makes this so intriguing. My wolf, Grey, can't figure it out either. He just knows that he wants to mark you as his own, to claim you as his mate."

Arthur Basalan is a ruthless werewolf who has a job as the CEO of his own company. It doesn't matter if it's with his own family, or with other people. Especially this beautiful girl named Livy Angela, who is very much below him in age, is also his prisoner. She was already entangled in Arthur's love, but he didn't seem to care after doing something one night that meant a lot to Livy, but not to Arthur. Punished in a very dark room. Only a faint light illuminated the room.
“Please, get me out of here.”
“It's not that easy to get away from me, Livy! Once you are my prisoner, you will be under my control forever, understand?”
And every day Livy had to think of a way to get out of Arthur's mansion, which was heavily guarded by large bodyguards. How does Livy get out of Alpha's cruel clutches?

Note: Explicit, erotic content. Not for readers younger than 18 please.

    “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy.
      “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.
     “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn.
     I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.
    I was about unhooking it but then he interfered.
    “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me.
      “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head.
     My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

️ ⚠️ Warning: This is not just a sweet fake dating romance, it contains extremely grey characters that’ll have you questioning your sanity and wanting more, strong languages/actions not suitable for minors.

“You’re not going to turn me on and leave me fvckn hanging, Kade.”

Fck. I’ve never really fancied dominant women, but that fire blazing in her eyes flips something inside me. For tonight, I want to be her toy. Her sx doll.

Her slick, hot p*ssy presses directly against the hard bulge in my jeans as she settles on top of me.

“Sora…” My hands grip her thighs, fingers digging in as she rocks harder, coating the front of my pants with her arosl.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to fcvk me?” she breathes against my mouth... “Since the garden, watching you flex your back and biceps as we walked was pure torture.”

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but after tonight we’ll put an end to it.”
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Sora believed that if she stayed loyal long enough, she would finally be enough for Cameron. But a year later, he’s still hopelessly in love with Daisy McQueen—the girl who made Sora’s high school years a living hell. When Sora exposes Daisy’s cheating on the night of Cameron’s proposal, she expects the truth to set him free. Instead, she’s painted as the jealous, bitter girl trying to ruin his happiness.To save her pride, she claims she has a boyfriend—and Kade Black is the only man close enough to make the lie stick. Although cold, arrogant, and completely off-limits, Kade surprisingly agrees to fake date her.

A story full of lust and forbidden desires.

Amanda Hank is a twenty-two-year-old girl and a virgin looking for a job as a secretary in one of the most prestigious companies in the city. She wasn't interested in men or losing her virginity while working, or so she thought.

Until she meets her boss and he is in charge of changing everything that Amanda likes her world.

John Smith is a sexy, rich and successful forty two year old tycoon. That he falls surrendered to his darkest desires when he meets Amanda. He refused her wishes knowing that she was his friend's daughter, but it was impossible for him not to fall for Amanda. Amanda was perfect for him, especially when he could be her teacher to help all her darkest desires.

A deal arises between the two of them. They both trusted him that sex would not harm them, however, little by little they realize that they really want each other.

Both know that it is a forbidden love, but neither can deny their darkest desires.

In their quest to confront their feelings. They get caught up in trouble with John's Ex.

What will happen to these lovers of sin? Will they be able to love each other and fuck without problems?

But everything with love, desire and sex can be solved. And they did not escape being the exception.

"See what you do to me?" I said, taking her hand and guiding it to wrap around my length. "This is what wanting you looks like, Elle. This is what you make me feel."

Elle bit her lip, her hand tightening experimentally around me, and I had to close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

"Can I—" she started, then stopped, uncertain.

"You can do whatever you want," I told her, opening my eyes to find her watching my face with fascination. "Touch me. Explore. Learn what I like."

After being betrayed by her boyfriend, Elle agreed to Adrian, the brother of her ex, to enter into a one-year contractual marriage. She initially thought that this was just a temporary solution proposed by Adrian to deal with the family pressure. But gradually, she found herself completely lost in Adrian's tenderness and unable to extricate herself......

Have you ever heard of magic? Get to know in the Kingdom of Amelia. The Kingdom where magic strongly lives in every single soul dwelling there.
Amara, the princess of Amelia, often dreams of stepping her feet out of her Kingdom. Fortunately, she got the opportunity to leave her Kingdom for a mission.
Based on her mission, her destiny is to marry a wealthy but arrogant billionaire, Collins Edward living in New York City.
Will she fulfill her destiny?. Or are there more to be fulfilled? What will happen if the magic world encounters modern romance?
Find out in Amara!.

Nina discovers that she is pregnant after a one-night stand with a stranger who turns out to be a rich and powerful quintessential playboy and her new boss.

Nora Bellamy has spent three years being nobody, good at her job, quiet at the parties, invisible to anyone who might remember the girl who supposedly drowned off the Maine coast. Then her new boss calls her into his office, shuts the door, and says the name she buried: Josephine Whitlock. Emory Sutter doesn't call the police. He wants something worse, a public engagement, in front of the one man who destroyed both their families and is coming to finish it. Nora agrees because the alternative is a bullet. She doesn't expect to fall for the lie. She really doesn't expect the lie to already have a bride.

In my past life, I died in a freezing, damp basement.
The person who destroyed me was Evelina, the daughter of my father’s mistress. She set a trap at a charity gala, dragged my reputation through the mud, and forced me into a hellish marriage—all so she could strip away everything that rightfully belonged to me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two. The gala that sealed my fate was happening tonight.
Before the banquet officially began, I seamlessly swapped two champagne flutes, handing her meticulously woven trap right back to her. When the scandal detonated, sending shockwaves through the ballroom, my eyes landed on Killian—the Vance family's notoriously cold-blooded illegitimate son.
The trust fund my mother left me was still firmly under my control. I walked straight up to him and laid my chips on the table.
My enemies had retreated to the shadows, waiting to strike back. But I was going to use their own conspiracies as stepping stones, clawing back everything I owned, one piece at a time.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

Amethyst is a woman who loves her family so much.
She has a boyfriend named Earl.
Amethyst's life was simple, and it's ok with her.
Until one night, She and her boyfriend went on a date.
It should be a romantic and simple date but it turns out into a nightmare!
They witnessed a killing which leads Earl to die.
And the master mind? Named Aivan Warren who's reckless that suddenly feel something strange when he saw Amethyst.
He let Amethyst live and free but in one condition. She will do whatever Aivan wants for two months! Yes, it was totally crazy for her. But, what can she do? He is powerful and reckless.
What will happen with those two months?
Will Amethyst live after two months?
If Aivan wants her to love him, how can she love the person who just killed her boyfriend for no reason?

Taken by four mafia men


“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.

We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.

Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.

How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?

Rogue！Murder！Lunatic！
He's trying to kill our Alpha and Luna！They said.
Cursed by the moon goddess, I say!
Until I met my mate...

Mate! Lucas cackled, high and insane in his mind. Our mate!!
Daphne shrieked as the wolf leaped at her and tackled her to the ground. She stared up at the wolf looming over her, frozen in terror.
She hissed at the pain in her neck as he removed its paw from her throat and stepped back just a bit.
He growled, low and almost tender, “Mate.”
Oh goddess, he was looking for his mate? He was going to kill her.
“P-Please don’t k-kill me…” She pleaded, “P-Please, I…”
The wolf flinched and trembled, “No. No. I wouldn’t-- Never-- I’m sorry…”
Daphne wasn’t sure what to make of his sudden change in tone and demeanor. He took half a step back.
“Are you hurt? Lemme see your wounds” Daphne asked worriedly.
“Aren’t you… Aren’t you afraid of me?”
She shrugged, “Not so long as your paws stay off my neck.”
His face heated and his stomach clenched nervously. Even Lucas seemed anxious about it.
“I’m sorry. I-I’m really sorry. I-I thought you were an enemy. I didn’t-- I

“I, alpha Ri Dylan, reject you as my mate, Mona Ryan. I have affairs with many women, Mona. Stronger women who are very different from you, I am not a one-mate kind of guy, and believe me when I say this; this rejection will favor you more than it will me because I am not the wolf you would want to be mated with.”

On her 18th birthday, Omega Mona felt the mate pull and was encouraged by her parents to go and meet her mate for the first time. Upon meeting him in the forest, he was devastated to hear that her mate was alpha Ri Dylan of the Lycan pack, the alpha that most wolves feared and hated. She then ran away and didn't say a word to him because of her surprise and disappointment.

“He's no good to reckon with, he's dangerous, he's not trustworthy, and he's the last person in this world you should have any business with.”
Mona has been warned severally about Ri Dylan. What will she do when finding that the goddess has arranged this big, bad, and dreaded alpha who rejected her to be her fated mate?

Ellie is an orphaned werewolf pup, kidnapped and held by an evil Alpha. Alpha Gunner, of the Blood Claw pack forced Ellie at just eight years old to swear a blood oath to mate his son Tyson, when they came of age.
The Alpha's own thirst for conquering neighboring packs lands him in hot water with the council, a governing body made up of every type of supernatural creature that keeps the peace. The council additionally houses the Shadow Warriors, an equally diverse group of elites that police and fight those like Gunner who seek only to destroy.
When Ellie catches a window of opportunity, she escapes and finds a friendly pack to take her in. However, Gunner will not let her go that easily, and gets increasingly desperate to find her.
When all hope seems lost for Ellie, the Moon Goddess intervenes, and sends Ellie her warrior mates. Can her mates free her from Gunner once and for all? Will Ellie ever learn the truth of who she really is and why Gunner wants her so bad?

This book is strictly intended for a mature audience.

Warning: This story contains BDSM steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.
Recommended for readers who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth.
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My father is a powerful politician.
His enemies killed my mother.
Now they want me.
To keep me alive, he hires the most expensive security company in the city. Three men show up at my door and drag me to a secret beach house.

Dante, Nikolai and Enzo

My bodyguards.
My captors.

I’m a medical student. I’m supposed to study for exams, not stitch up gunshot wounds and listen to bloody stories that make my thighs press together.

I should hate them.I should be begging to go home and not aching for the men that might destroy me.

Instead, I let them pin me to the wall, big bodies caging me in, heat rolling off their skin as rough hands toy with the buttons of my shirt.

One of them leans down and growls in my ear,
“We’ve wanted to do this since the first day we laid eyes on you kitten”

Shana‘s world turned up side down when she realized she was wolfless. However, when Shana got bullied as the wolfless transfer student in a new school, the hot hockey captain suddenly ran to her and lifted her in his arms.


"You were there for me when I needed you. Now, it's my turn to be there for you."
Blinking in astonishment, I found myself staring into the familiar face of Bear—
the chubby-cheeked, infectious-smiled, and brilliantly blue-eyed best friend I had thought I had lost.

When my son was hospitalized with a high fever, Henry Harding was with his ex-lover—a final betrayal that shattered what little remained of our marriage.
The pain of my unwed pregnancy is a wound I can never speak of, as the child's father vanished without a trace. Just as I was about to take my own life, Henry swooped in, offering me a home and vowing to treat my fatherless child as his own.
I've always been grateful to him for saving me that day, which is why I've endured the humiliation of this lopsided marriage for so long.
But everything changed when his former flame, Isabella Scott, returned.
Now, I'm ready to sign the divorce papers, but Henry demands ten million dollars as the price of my freedom—a sum I could never hope to scrape together.
I looked him in the eye and said coldly, "Ten million dollars to buy your heart."
Henry, the most powerful heir on Wall Street, is a former heart patient. He'll never suspect that his so-called shameful ex-wife orchestrated the heart beating in his chest.