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As a regular student, I never expected to fit into the world of trust fund kids. But this real estate heiress reached out to me, said she'd show me how the other half lives, even promised to introduce me to New England's most powerful heir.

I thought she'd be my friend. Thought she actually cared. I even fell for him.

Until she framed me for stealing confidential school files. Until he said, "Just a scholarship kid. No one's gonna miss her." That's when I understood. I was never more than their toy.

They tore up my textbooks, stuffed dead rats in my locker, spent six months tormenting me online and off. My mother couldn't take the vicious comments. Her heart gave out. And me? After I completely broke down, they drove me to the coastal cliffs.

Ice-cold water flooded my nose and mouth. Suffocation dragged me down into despair. I hate myself for being weak. Hate them for their arrogance. Hate this rotten system that treats people like me as disposable.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night she pushed me toward him.

This time, I won't be fooled.

Three years after my pilot husband "died" in a plane crash, I walk in on him cutting a birthday cake for his three-year-old son backstage at the company memorial gala.

Luke freezes in the lounge, his hand still on the knife, staring at me.

His parents rush over to shield him. The same couple who screamed at me in the funeral home, wishing I'd died instead of him.

"Nora, just calm down. There's an explanation..."

Claire covers her slightly rounded belly, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry, Nora. My baby needs his father. Please, I'm begging you. I couldn't help myself—I love him."

I thought I'd break down. Thought I'd scream.

But all that guilt, all that self-blame, three years of missing him burns away the second I see the truth.

Nothing's left.

Two weeks before my due date, my husband Ethan is racing out the door into a stormy night.

All because his childhood friend Scarlett's apartment lost power, and she says her claustrophobia is kicking in.

I'm clutching my belly, telling him my water broke, begging him to look at the blood on the floor.

"You pulling this again? Last week wasn't enough? Scarlett's actually in danger."

He shakes off my hand. The door slams shut.

I'm standing in a pool of blood, watching his taillights disappear into the rain.

My baby won't have a father anymore.

Four men.
One forbidden love.
And a woman willing to surrender—completely.

After a past marked by pain, guilt, and a love the world would never accept, Scarlett Monroe decides to start over.
But fate laughs at her plans.
Because when she walks through the doors of Blackwell Corporation, she doesn’t just find a new job…
She finds four men capable of setting her body on fire, shattering her certainties, and testing every limit she thought she had.

Damian, the arrogant and commanding boss.
Liam, the man with calm eyes and a sinful mind.
Noah, the irresistible tease who turns every touch into an invitation to sin.
Ethan, the quiet one, who hides indecent promises behind a gentle smile.

Between them, there are no rules, only desire.
Between kisses and whispered orders, glances and possessiveness, Scarlett will learn that love isn’t measured by how many… but by how deeply.

Four men.
One woman.
Five hearts beating in the same rhythm.

"Where would you like to go sweetheart?"
She's in heat. I smelled it right away.
And it had me turned on immediately.
I was ok with that because I needed this too.


Zarina is just like any other 17-year-old except she's a werewolf, the Alpha of the Dark Storm pack is her father and at 16 something unexpected happens to Zarina that alters her life forever, hopefully for the better. Alexzander is the Alpha of the Nightshade pack; he has searched for his mate for 4 years so he can have his Luna at his side and the laws of his pack state he has until his 26th birthday find his destined mate or choose someone as his mate.

A betrayed woman looking to be desired, and a mobster willing to desire her.
Aron Curry is a dark, cold mob boss with demonic eyes, but Laura's betrayed, naive heart has warmed a part of him he thought was lifeless. He wants her, even if he has to kidnap her on her wedding day. Now, Aron will have a month to convince her that she deserves to be loved and not to go back to her unfaithful fiancé. The problem is that Laura is willing to play with Aron's desires, and signs a contract where he can only desire her, not touch her, but Laura didn't count on Jason Curry, Aron's twin brother who touches her without even using his hands.
"I don't need to have you in bed to dominate your desire. We'll make a contract, if you can't take it and end up begging me to touch you, you'll have to stay much longer than a month by my side."'

Kael Drant did not lose everything because he was weak. He lost everything because he was right.
Framed for a crime he did not commit, sentenced to fifteen years in Vault 9 a monster containment prison built inside an active dungeon rift Kael has no combat skills, no allies, and no power.
What he has is a skill nobody values and everyone overlooks. Analytical Eye. The ability to see beneath the surface of anything he studies. And a System mechanic nobody has ever discovered: the deeper he understands something, the stronger he becomes against it.
The hunters outside have raw power. Kael has something more dangerous.
He has time to think.
And he just found his dead father's handwriting on the wall of his cell

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

"Maybe you should get yourself checked to see if you’re barren," my mate said coldly, while his mistress stood in our living room, her hand resting on her pregnant belly.

The words hit me harder than any physical blow. Five years. I had given Sebastian five years of my life, my loyalty, and my love. And now, Brittany stood there, glowing with triumph, announcing she was carrying his heir.

"I can't change the fact that she's pregnant," Sebastian said, not even looking at me. "At least now we have a child coming."

I stood there, shattered. The man who promised to love me forever was now looking at me like I was broken goods. Like I was the problem. I ran out into the rain, my heart bleeding, until I found myself at a bar, drinking to forget. I wanted to erase him. I wanted to erase the pain.

But when I woke up the next morning, I wasn't in my own bed. I was naked. And the man standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face wasn't my husband.

It was his exiled brother, Hardin.

"Morning, Little Wolf," he drawled, his eyes sweeping over my bare shoulders. "You were very... enthusiastic last night."


Rhianna is dying, but her mate Sebastian is too busy with his ex-lover to notice. When Sebastian's exiled, dangerous brother Hardin returns to the pack, he sees what Sebastian ignores. As Rhianna’s life fades, she finds herself torn between the mate who broke her and the "monster" who would burn the world to save her.

He promised her dying father he'd protect her. Always.
Dante Moretti grew up under Liliana's dad—a powerful mafia boss who taught him everything and treated him like a son. When the old man was killed, Dante swore he'd keep Liliana safe, no matter what. For years, he watched over her like a big brother, making sure no one ever hurt her.
Now Liliana is 21 and back home. She's beautiful, curvy, and done with Dante's rules. She wants to date, go out, live her life. But Dante won't let any guy near her. He scares them all away.
He tells himself it's because he's her guardian.
He tells himself she's like family.
But the truth? He doesn't want anyone touching her... because he wants her for himself.
One night, the jealousy boils over. One touch changes everything. What started as protection turns into something dark, hot, and completely forbidden.
In Dante's dangerous world, love is a weakness enemies can use. Old secrets about her father's death are coming out, and rivals are watching. But Dante can't let her go. Not now. Not ever.
She's his to protect.
She's his to have.
And some lines were meant to be crossed.
A steamy, possessive mafia guardian romance full of forbidden love, intense jealousy, and off-the-charts passion. Perfect for fans of dark, obsessive alphas and the women who bring them to their knees.

Maximilian Adenhart ruled over his coven for full five hundred years without any trifle stumbling on his feet. He's the greatest among the ruling class. Anyone who tells otherwise will perish under his gentle hands. For him, he lacks nothing in life. But his sister has a different opinion of him. That's why Max found himself having a 'vacation' inside the town of Little Maddison. Where he later on came to meet his fated mate, Dolly. A sweet, lovely rabbit shifter who's unfortunately living with another man.
It was never what Max had expected from the beginning.