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Rachel Reizz is nobody — overweight, overlooked, and perfectly fine with that. Until she takes a job she can't afford to turn down.
Until she finds out who she's working for. Chris De Luca. Formula 1's golden boy. The most worshipped name in school. And the boy who has made her life hell since day one. The rule is simple: do the job, take the money, don't get attached.

“Go to your father’s chambers and kill him.”

The command controlled my body, forcing me to swing the saber. I watched in horror as I beheaded the Divine God—my own father. Stripped of my powers and exiled by my brothers, I fell from the sky and crashed into a freezing river.

I thought I would die. Instead, I was pulled out by three identical, breathtakingly handsome men.

“We should leave her,” one sneers.
“I’d like to fuck her though,” another says, his eyes raking over my soaked dress.

They are triplets. They are Alphas. And they have decided to keep me.
I am Lillyan Elyort, the fallen Moon Goddess. Now, I am a prisoner in the Blackmoon pack, surrounded by enemies who want to use me. But they don’t know one thing: I might be mortal now, but I still know how to bite back.

Seven years of marriage turned to ash the moment I discovered my husband had arranged for his sister-in-law to carry his dead brother's child—using his own sperm to continue the family bloodline.
Lorenzo Corvino—New York's most ruthless don—would drive three hours through a storm just to get me imported cherries. He held me at my mother's funeral, crying until dawn. He hospitalized a man for disrespecting me at a charity gala.
I thought I was the center of his world.
Until the private investigator's flash drive revealed the truth: Lorenzo at the clinic for Claudia's prenatal appointments, his hand on her pregnant belly, whispering "Marco would be so proud."
In the end, on the Corvino family's scale of priorities, continuing his dead brother's bloodline would always outweigh his infertile wife.
The night the yacht exploded, the New York sky burned red. The news reported the mafia don's wife had perished in the flames. He collapsed on the dock, clutching the charred wreckage, breaking down completely.
But he didn't know—
That "dead" woman was across the Atlantic on the Amalfi Coast, one hand on her seven-week baby bump, protecting the secret he'd never discover.
Seven months later, when he stepped into my new life and saw the infant with his deep brown eyes cradled in my arms—
This man who'd built an empire on violence and fear finally understood what he'd truly lost.
And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows: some betrayals are so deep, even "I'm sorry" is more than he'll ever deserve.

She loved him with all her three lives, only to be used and hurt repeatedly. When she returned to the wedding day for the fourth time, the phoenix refused to be trapped any longer. Betrayal ended, revenge arrived, and her destined dragon finally came to take her home.

I woke up back on the night Rhys’s Blood Tide Frenzy hit.
This time, I wouldn’t offer my blood to calm him. Instead, I sent an urgent Message Crystal to Seraphina—his precious white moonlight.
In my past life, I saw Rhys’s Blood Tide spiraled out of control, threatening to tear his body apart.
In my past life, when he commanded me to call Seraphina, I had let my pathetic, unrequited love blind me.
I offered my own body as the cure, desperately weaving the Origin Blood Seal with him.
Not long after, I fell pregnant with his half-blood child.
He had no choice but to plan our wedding. On the big day, Seraphina was ambushed by blood hunters.
She sent ninety-nine distress blood signals, yet he was tied up with wedding duties and never saw a single one.
After his beloved nearly died, he laid every ounce of blame on me.
When I went into labor, he locked me away in the Blood Dungeon. He drained every drop of my Origin Blood in a ritual meant to resurrect Seraphina, leaving me and our unborn baby to die in agony.
As my life slipped away, his words echoed in my ears: I’d ruined his one true love, and both me and the child deserved to perish.
When I opened my eyes again, I was right back to that night.

The day I walked in on my boyfriend screwing that blonde tramp, I dropped the homemade tiramisu right there on the floor—our two-year relationship smashed to bits, messier than the splattered cream.

I ducked into a bar, slamming back whiskey, when this guy in a sharp black suit sidles up, his voice smooth as silk laced with bourbon. I spat out, "Help me forget him," but ended up totally lost in the presidential suite. He backed me against the wall, tore open my blouse, his tongue circling my nipple before biting down hard, leaving me breathless. "You taste like candy, baby—tonight, I'm gonna eat you up."

But then my boyfriend FaceTimes, spots the guy behind me, and loses it, screaming, "Dad!"

I went ice-cold—my hookup was my boyfriend's stepdad? Even worse, this thirty-three-year-old powerhouse was Brooklyn's deadliest mob boss.

What began as a vengeful fling spiraled into a forbidden nightmare?

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

Sydney is reborn on National Decision Day after being betrayed and killed by her boyfriend Carter, her childhood friend Julian, and the scheming Harper.
Determined not to be their cash cow and victim again, she uses her family’s power to expose their crimes and fake innocent personas in front of Beverly Hills elites.
Ruined and desperate, the three traitors turn on each other and die on the same rooftop where they murdered her. Sydney finally breaks free and starts a brilliant new life at Harvard.

I longed for family affection and true love all my life. I tried my best to get along with my stepbrother Karen, and wholeheartedly loved his friend Nolan. However, my sincerity was trampled into the mud. They conspired to hurt me, spread indecent content to ruin my life, and even broke the last relic left by my grandmother. I suffered countless humiliations and injuries, then chose to leave without saying goodbye. Years later, the two men were trapped in endless regret, but I had already walked out of the shadow of the past. Trust is gone, and so is my tenderness for them.

I divorced the same man nine times.
The first eight times, I was the one sobbing, begging him not to go.
The ninth time, I was the one who slid the papers across the table.
He signed them, then told me we'd remarry once she left.
I said okay.
What he didn't know was that my flight was already booked.
This time, I was leaving for good.

Ryan loves me deeply—at least that's what everyone says. Seven years together, we look like the perfect couple to outsiders. But only I know he's betrayed me three times.

The first time was three years ago. His brother died saving him, leaving behind his widow Sophia—Ryan's unforgettable first love. He married her behind my back. When I found out, I completely fell apart. I have dignity. I refuse to be the other woman. I wanted to leave, but he begged on his knees. "This is just to take care of my sister-in-law. Once I find the truth about my brother's death, I'll divorce her. Then we can get married."

I believed him. I forgot that a man never lets go of a lost love he's gotten back.

The second time was at last year's company anniversary. In front of everyone, he introduced Sophia as his wife. I watched them on stage, a knife through my heart. That night he explained, "It's just for show. Once everything's over, we can be together."

I believed him again.

The third time was two weeks ago. Surveillance footage showed Ryan with Sophia entering a hotel room. I rushed to confront him, but heard her voice outside his office. "Ryan, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

Through the crack in the door, I see him hesitate. In that instant I understand.

He's going to keep her.

He spots me and rushes out in a panic. "It was an accident! Let me explain! After she has the baby, I'll give her money and make her leave. She won't be in our lives anymore!"

In that moment, I finally wake up. There will be no future for us.

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.

Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.

Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.

Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."

The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.

He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."

"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."

Even my son took her side.

"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"

But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.

When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."

I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.

"I'm dying."

I stepped out of my OB-GYN appointment, only to be crushed by a speeding truck while my husband watched from the opposite curb, not even blinking.
I choked on my own blood before waking up on the exact same street corner.
I thought I had been reborn, but then I saw a glowing red number "4" burned into the skin of my forearm.
What the hell was happening?

At eighteen, I gave my virginity to Hunter in his bed.

I swallowed all the pain and hesitation, naively believing that three years of a pathetic crush had finally earned my way into his heart.

Until the next morning, when I heard his teammates' unabashed mockery:

"Damn, you finally bagged the nerd? How was it?"

Hunter scoffed, his tone dripping with utter contempt.

"Just messing around. If I'm bringing a real girlfriend out, it's gotta be someone on Serena's level—head cheerleader."

I wordlessly opened my college application portal, deleted the garbage local state school I had picked just to stay with him, and changed it back to Yale.

He confidently thought I would follow him blindly, until he video-called me on opening day and completely lost his mind seeing who was beside me: his own stepbrother.

An hour ago, at the company’s press conference, I had just helped my husband Carlisle quell the ninety-ninth scandal of his affair.
Now, he has my assistant Russell pinned against my office desk, kissing him, his hand slipping under Russell’s miniskirt and groping wildly.
In that moment, I’ve already planned the publicity spin for the hundredth time.
But I’m not sure if my dear husband Carlisle and his lover will make it that far.
Because the revenge banquet I’ve been preparing for three years is about to begin.

As the only daughter of a mafia family, I learned early that trust doesn't come cheap. When my father got sick, he gave me an ultimatum: if I want to take over the family, I have to get married first.

Everyone assumed I'd pick my childhood friend, Vincent Moretti—son of my father's right-hand man. Hell, even I thought so. Until my last life, when he left me to burn.

Father died in an ambush. I was trapped in a metal cage at an abandoned dock warehouse while flames swallowed everything. I begged Vincent for help. He stood thirty feet away, the cage key right by his feet.

"Cat, as long as your father's alive, he'll never give me the family. This isn't personal. It's business."

Sophia was wrapped around him—my so-called best friend. She smiled at me and said she'd take good care of everything.

Before I lost consciousness, I saw a figure in black charging into the flames—Elijah, the bodyguard I'd called "trash" and "a dog."

Then I opened my eyes and woke up a month before my birthday party. This time, I'm giving that position to someone who actually deserves it.

But why is Vincent on his knees at my engagement party, crying and begging me to marry him?

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

At her own birthday banquet, another woman was the star of the night.
She stood at the door and watched her husband crown his "friend" with a diamond-studded tiara — the very gift she thought was meant for her.
On the stage, he smiled tenderly. Their daughter laughed and danced. She alone was the uninvited stranger.
For six years, she gave up a brilliant research career to become his housewife — and received not a single word of gratitude.
When her heart finally went cold, she walked away, leaving nothing behind but a divorce agreement.
Then she returned to the lab — and stunned the world as a leading scientist. No more shrinking herself for anyone. She became herself again.
And the man who once treated her like air cornered her with red-rimmed eyes:
"Darling, I was wrong. Please come home."

Kayla Faye has spent years waiting for the right moment to tell her childhood best friend how she truly feels. She waited through tenth grade when he started avoiding her. She waited through eleventh grade when he left for college without saying goodbye. She even waited until the day before her graduation, convincing herself she was finally ready.

What she wasn't ready for was finding out Zayn Ponteris had been dead the entire time.

The grief shatters something inside her. And before anyone can stop it, Kayla does something no sorceress should be able to do—she travels back in time.

Suddenly she's fifteen again, standing at their end of year formal, with Zayn alive and right in front of her, completely unaware that in another timeline she watched his parents mourn him.

This time, Kayla is determined to save him. Except nothing goes according to plan.

Zayn has a girlfriend. And the closer Kayla gets to changing his fate, the more she realizes her powers are bigger and more dangerous than she ever imagined.

The supernatural world is closing in. The clock is running out. And the one person standing between Kayla and everything hunting her is the same boy she keeps bending time to protect.

Kayla has no idea what's in store for her.

Because when you bend time, fate bends back.

All she yearns for was her father's dick buried deep inside her wet vagina, she would always get mad each time she caught a glimpse of any lady chatting with her dad. This feeling had to stop; she was lusting after her dad. There are many guys out there, trying their logical best to seize her attention for she was a beauty to behold, but all she wanted was her dad, her dad only. She always wished for her mom to always be on business trips, so she would have all the time with her hottie Dad.

It started as a mere attraction, a mere attraction from a daughter to her dad, but what started as a mere attraction became lust, pure lust.

Daniella is the only child of her parents, her mom was always on business trips, so she hardly took care of her only child. This made her grow fond of her young and super hot Dad. While growing up, both father and daughter fell in love with each other, but each of them tried to conceal their feelings for one another.

But such feelings of lust couldn't be hidden for long, such feelings of cravings couldn't be held back.

Would Daniella and her dad get to stop the taboo they were about to engage in?

Would the lust between them turn to love?

Read! To get all the answers.

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.

I still remember the day when I came to live in this house after my parent's death.

I still remember the day when he suddenly barged inside my room. I was so shocked because of his sudden appearance in my room. He locked the door and started coming in my direction with a pissed face. I knew that I was in danger by looking at his angry. I knew that I should run away at this moment and hide somewhere but I can't move my body.

Bloody hell, my body is held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes.

With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold stare. The next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.

"Who was that man with whom you were laughing and talking, Jane. Tell me who the hell he was” listening to his demanding voice shiver ran through my body but I kept my eyes close. “Answer me, Jane, who was he,” he shouted in anger causing tears to form in my closed eyes.

H-e-he saw me with him.

It was the only thought that was running in my brain. I knew I was in danger. Now, what I will do is the biggest question for me. The memory of that atrocious day still causes a shiver to run through my spine.

Suddenly someone was pulling my arm taking me out of my thoughts. I found myself standing In front of the airport to receive the devil of my life.

Yes, you heard it right.

Is it possible for one to have more than one mate?

"I will never accept you, you are weak, fragile, a commoner and to worsen it all, you even without a wolf.'' He yelled those words coldly and pushed her to the wall with so much force that she cried out in pain.


Alpha Derrick's life was perfect just the way he wanted it, he was gifted with an incredible gift of strength and was feared among other alphas. He has a perfect mate who was the daughter of the alpha of the snow pack, everything was perfect.

Until he came back home and discovered he has another mate after he found his first mate three years ago, but he will never accept her because he thinks she is weak and way out of his league. He tortured her, hated her and made her hate him, but little did he know that she was his better half.

Cercei's eighteen years of existence were marred by excruciating pain and suffering solely because of her uncanny resemblance to Vienna, the Alpha's daughter. Cercei found it unbearably cruel that she possessed the same beauty as Vienna, which made Vienna feel insecure, leading her to subject Cercei to relentless torment.

Despite the numerous hardships, Cercei received love and care from her parents, and she remained humble. Although their Alpha never respected them and treated them as mere servants, her family found happiness. However, everything changed dramatically on her eighteenth birthday when their Alpha ruthlessly killed her father without a valid reason and mercilessly crushed his heart underfoot after digging it out.

Enraged and seeking revenge, Cercei felt powerless until she encountered the King Alpha of the North, whom she slept with. This chance encounter changed her life abruptly, cracking all the hidden secrets and lies her mother had carefully concealed for eighteen years. The revelation shattered Cercei's belief in her perfect family and parents, leaving her questioning everything she had ever known.

Ella and her best friend Mia live alone for the last 2 years after their pack got killed by rouges. She is an alpha daughter and she tries to keep her identity a secret. One day Mia eventually finds her mate and he leads them to his pack. What will happen there? Is Ella ready to give out her secret?

Jonathan King is the Alpha of the Black Stone pack. He is a nightmare for his enemies but his pack loves him. He hadn't found his mate yet but he wants a Luna by his side. His life will change when a human girl comes into his pack. His wolf is attracted to her but she isn't his mate. He starts to have a close eye on her because he knows that she holds a secret. Is he ready for whatever is going to find out?

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone?

"STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore.

At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs.

"Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions.

"Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong."

He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!"

"Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!"

I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't.

"Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands.

Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours."

When a random act of kindness becomes an obsession...

Will Helena survive Kane Cruz?

When Libby's mother died after committing suicide, her whole world collapsed. However, things got progressively worse when her father died after a rogue attack on the packhouse.
Forced to live as a slave by her stepmother and only to be brutally punished and abused at the hands of her stepmother’s new boyfriend, Libby manages to escape with her life hanging by a thread. Finding herself once more in danger after trespassing into the territory of the strongest wolf pack known to man, she gets carted off to the packhouse by the forgiving Luna, destined to be a handmaiden. Libby wonders she will ever be free of slavery and will she get her revenge on those who have wronged her?

Following her arrival at the new packhouse, she soon locks eyes with the soon-to-be Alpha, Blake Carson, only to find herself claimed as his Mate. Vowing to help his new Luna get the revenge she so rightly deserves, a shocking secret is soon discovered back at the house where she grew up.

Will Libby’s life ever be the same again?

You may kiss the bride," the priest announced and my body shuddered in resistance as the words I told him two days ago rang in my ears. I won't even spit on your face let alone marry you, Liam Knight. His eyes were shining in triumph, clearly stating that once again he won. He smirked cruelly, taunting me without words how he forced me to do exactly what I said I would never do even if he begged me. He didn't beg, on the contrary, he forced me to marry him. He took a step forward, raised my chin, I fisted my hand tightly at the sides when he placed his unworthy lips on mine. Disgusted with his touch but I tolerated it for the sake of my father who was at his mercy at this moment. He pulled away from my lips with the same rule smile intact on his face, "I made you mine, Babygirl and I can't wait for us to be alone!" He said darkly. My breath hitched looking at the darkness in his eyes. If I would have been the old Aurora I would be scared but not anymore. I might have bowed down my pride for my father but if he was looking for a submissive wife, he sure was not going to get one!
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“Little Bunny,” he practically growled in my ear, making me tremble as the roughness in his voice made my pussy clench tightly around his shaft before my entire body almost seized up with pleasure.
“WHITE RABBIT!” I cried out as every muscle in my body released at the same time, leaving me a quivering mess as he pounded into me harder while repeatedly moaning, “Little bunny!”
He pushed my leg forward more, instantly making me squeeze his cock more and making my body start coiling rapidly.


When she feels like she's finally ready to move on, she attends a sex party thrown by her sister, and meets Mason, who was only supposed to be a one-night stand but ends up reawakening both of their passions which makes them both crave each other. Will one night be enough to build a relationship on, or are they doomed to go their separate ways?

Life can be cruel.
One moment you're on the verge of reaching the peak of your career, your sweetheart of five years finally down on one knee, promising forever. The next, your world burns to ashes-literally.
Now, I'm not just a prisoner; I'm the plaything of the most feared man in the country.
I told myself I hated him, that I'd never break.
But what kind of woman starts to crave the way he owns her body, the way his touch sets her on fire?
How do you survive when the man who owns you is as ruthless as he is captivating? How do you escape a man who makes you question everything, even your sanity?
~~
When her father's PTSD causes a catastrophic accident, Lucia Castellano finds herself at the mercy of Dante Romano, a man whose name strikes fear into the heart of Chicago's criminal underworld. Taken as a slave to pay for her father's alleged crime, Lucia is thrown into a world of power, control and dangerous seduction.
Dante's control is absolute, his touch both punishing and addictive. What starts as a fight for survival turns into a dangerous game of submission and trust. But as the lines blur between captor and captive, Lucia begins to unravel a dark truth: Dante is haunted by a past that binds them more deeply than she ever expected.
Together, they must uncover a web of lies to uncover the truth behind the fire that changed both their lives forever.
Author's Note: This book contains explicit content, strong language, violence, and other adult themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

On the eve of her 18th birthday, Siena Melbourne is taken.
She wakes up trapped in the luxurious prison of billionaire Damien Voss, where her past is erased and she is forced to become the perfect surrogate to bear his heir.
A prisoner lurking in the shadows, a long-lost brother, and a fiancé consumed by jealousy，all converge around her.
Is Siena the perfect victim, or will she transform into something far more dangerous?

Lydia went from being the Alpha of the Gemini wolf pack's daughter to a fugitive with a shattered family in the blink of an eye. She was dragged to the cliff's edge and drowned in bodies of water below. Ryan Fengari, the Alpha of the Half-Moon Pack, on his way back to his realm, discovered Lydia's body sprawled on the lakeshore at the bottom of the cliff. He rushed over and checked her pulse, discovering she was unconscious.

When he about to leave her to die, the voice in his head that had been silent for years awakened.

"Save her! Ryan! She can help you."

"The condoms. You think I wouldn't figure it out? You tampered with them."
Her voice was brittle, her eyes filled with a contempt that could have flayed me alive.
I didn't deny it. I couldn't even muster the pretense of surprise. She was right. I had punctured them. Methodically. Deliberately.
I sat on the edge of the bed, the smoke from my cigarette curling into the tense air. "I don't regret it," I said, my voice rough.
"You're insane," she whispered, backing away until she hit the wall. "You trapped me."
"I kept you," I corrected, standing up and closing the distance between us. She trembled, but not from cold. It was pure, raw fear. "I tried everything else to make you stay, Elena. Money, gifts, threats... nothing worked. You were always looking at the door. Always looking for him."
I reached out, trapping her between my arms against the cold plaster. "So I gave you a reason to stay that you can't run from."
Her hand moved instinctively to her flat stomach. "I haven't decided if I'm keeping it."
The air in the room dropped ten degrees. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the darkness swirling in my eyes. "That is my child, Elena. And you will never, ever take him away from me."
Sweet Reminder: This is a fluffy romance disguised as a dark romance.

“Jaxon,” she moans, her fingers twisting in my hair.
I reach her center, my fingers tracing the inside of her thighs. She’s soaked, and I know it has nothing to do with her shower. I can feel her clit throbbing, begging for attention. And God I'm going to give into it.


Jaxon raised by the Black Vipers since he was three, to those who know him, he’s nothing but a weapon—cold, untouchable, soulless. Across the city, Paige Taylor is the prized “Silk Tongue” of the Crimson Circle. Though innocent at heart, she has been trained from childhood to be the perfect translator and negotiato. Their paths collide during a high-stakes meeting that goes horribly wrong.

Left with no choice, former heiress, Carla Dawson must work as a stripper in Velvet Steam. She does not wish to fall lower by selling her body to the highest bidder—until his icy finger slid into her py.
Carla wants to feel his fingers roaming the virgin walls of her cunt—his huge ck in her aching and dripping wet py.
The only problem is that he isn't ready to satisfy the feisty little fox. At least, not yet. Not until she begs and shows him how much she craves his ck.
Only then would he accept this temptress and make her his exclusive pet.
How long would Carla survive beside the don when he has a row of bitches lined up just to suck his ck and have him ravage their p***s at any time?
When she thinks she needs to escape his world, she witnesses something which can never be unseen. Now, she can only remain at his side as an obedient slave, even when her mind screams danger!!!
What if she's more than meets the eyes? Could she be the daughter of the Hernandez family's nemesis that Don Angelo has been searching for all these years? Will Carla pay for mistakes she knows nothing about, or their love will triumph?


"This p***y is now mine, little fox. You will be punished if anyone else touches my property. Do I make myself clear?"

He slowly reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with one hand.

“Ares! Stop it!”

“Make me…” he whispered into my ear.

Kianna Myst Saavedra, the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, thought she had it all until a drunken night and a failed relationship led her to agree to a two-year marriage contract with Ares France Vuertalejo. But little did she know, Ares is a wealthy CEO who has been keeping his true identity hidden. As secrets and lies unravel, Kianna and Ares must confront their pasts and fight for their love. Will they overcome the odds or will their journey come to a crashing halt?

Kataleya Frost lives in a world where Alpha Females are considered to be a myth. A legend. Kataleya had suffered from intense trauma when she was 18, which affected her outlook on life. She used to dream of one day finding her mate and having the perfect mate bond, similar to what her parent's have; however, now Kataleya wants nothing to do with him. Kataleya's brother was set to become the next Alpha, but had decided that he had other aspirations and named Kataleya as his successor. This change will cause her to have to change many things within the pack hierarchy and what is considered to be normal in a pack. Her father always taught her and her brothers that the road to becoming Alpha was never going to be easy, but will Kataleya ever be accepted by the members of her pack as their future Alpha? When Kataleya meets her mate, will he be able to change her prospective on life and the mate bond? Will her mate become her salvation or her ultimate downfall? What happens when something from her past come back to haunt her? Will she succumb to her painful memories or will she be able to move past it to save herself and her pack?

She was never supposed to be part of his world. Ivy Sinclair is good at keeping to herself. No friends. No complications. Just a quiet life built around one rule: Stay invisible.Stay safe. It worked perfectly.

Not until the night she took the wrong alley home and everything she thought she knew about the world stopped being true.
One attack. One rescue. One single moment in the dark — and the most powerful man alive hasn't been the same since.

Caden Blackwell is not a good man. He is something far older than good and dangerous in ways Ivy doesn't have words for yet. Cold. Commanding. Absolute.

He rules a world hidden beneath the one she's always known — and from the moment his hands caught her falling body, his carefully constructed empire of control developed a crack he cannot fix.

He knows exactly what she is to him. She has no idea what he is.

A human mate is rare in the werewolf world. A human mated to an Alpha King is even rarer. There are those who will smile at the news and those who will sharpen their knives.

There is Ivy — who just wants the truth and can't understand why the cold, impossible man who suddenly starts appearing in her life feels like something she already knows in her bones.

Two worlds that were never supposed to touch are colliding. Will Caden accept the bond — or bury it to protect his throne?

Will Ivy accept the truth — or run from everything that comes with it? Some ties can't be cut. Some fates can't be outrun.
And some humans were never meant to stay in the dark.

She was a beauty queen with history, trying to live a new life in a big city. Little did she know, she is in for a big surprise destined to change her life forever. He is a king with a longing so soul-deep, craving for the gift he had been waiting for his entire existence. What will he do when he finally finds her? Is he willing to share all his secrets just to be with her?

RULES FOR A SUB
Do not go out without a symbol of your Master on you. A necklace, ring, perfume, bracelet, or another agreed token.
What...?
I close the folder and stare at the cover.
Am I really doing this?
Me?
I've never been a small woman. My presence has always entered a room before I did, and I've spent most of my life being told to take up less space. But Banks Wellington looks at me as if I am exactly what he wants.
So here I am, considering an arrangement built on trust, boundaries, and carefully defined rules. An arrangement that allows me to keep a separate identity and an escape route if I ever need one.
BANKS WELLINGTON
I heard her voice before I saw her and knew I wanted her.
Eleanor is unlike anyone I have ever met. Fierce, intelligent, and impossible to ignore. The more I learn about her, the more certain I become that what began as fascination is becoming something much deeper.
But every agreement comes with expectations, and every choice has consequences.
The question is whether either of us is prepared for what happens when trust, control, and desire begin to blur.

“Marry me, Leilani.”

“What?”

“We will have rules. There will be a contract.”

Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

* * *

After her Tinder date goes horribly wrong, Leilani heads off to join her best friend at a wedding. There, she meets a man with the strangest proposal ever.

A contract marriage.

A normal person would have said no but a lonely person would consider the idea. So, she says yes to this hot, handsome stranger.

Marrying a stranger wouldn’t be the worst decision she has taken. Or so she thinks, until she heads to the office the next work day and the head of department tells them the company has experienced a major change.

A change as major as getting a new boss, who also happens to be her new husband.

"I think I have found my mate, she is my mate. my wolf reacted when my gaze met with hers, and I couldn't hold myself."
Being the heir to his pack , Rex was made to do what ever his father wanted . He never had the chance to choose anything for himself but everything change when he meet his mate and he couldn't help but feel drawn to her even when his father was against it. He was betrothed to another Female wolf who happen to also be an heir to her pack.
Will he be able to claim his mate despite all the odds against him?
What happen when a wall emerge between himself and his father over his mate.
Will he choose his mate over his betrothed and father?
Find out on His unwanted Luna

She was innocence wrapped in temptation.
He was the devil who ruined everything she loved.
When twenty-year-old Lila is sent to spend the summer at Damien Wolfe’s isolated estate, she steps into a world of luxury, control, and ice-cold stares. Damien is powerful, commanding, and twice her age, exactly the type of man she should fear.
But Lila didn’t come here by chance. She came with a purpose.
Because Damien Wolfe isn’t just her godfather’s old friend, he’s the man who destroyed her mother’s life. The man Lila has dreamed of confronting since she was old enough to understand betrayal.
But nothing prepared her for the pull between them. For the way his darkness draws her in, or the way her touch makes him unravel.
What began as quiet revenge turns into something far more dangerous—DESIRE.
And when the truth surfaces, it will either ruin them both… or bind them forever in the most twisted love of all.

His last bounty is a fast paced, engaging and immersing good read. If you like plot twist and 'oh no, they didn't' this is the book for you! There is also something for everyone to connect with on some level. Whether it's the stressed out professional, a self tortured, alpha male, a psychopath or, a jolted ex-lover. And the list goes on- readers will identify with one of them. The book also has a romantic heart. It is one for the hopeless romantic for sure, though the Leads path isn't always easy they wind up living their dream. I also intend for there to be a follow up book to His Last Bounty. It will follow there as she becomes alpha which gives the readers a chance to get invested in the family and their future.

WARNING: R18 || Mature Content This story contains mature themes and strong language.

"You took my heart away from me, and that was your biggest mistake," says Theon Willoughby, a handsome businessman and Willoughby's sole heir.

Theon was not only spoiled by wealth, but also by the love of the women with whom he once flirted while still at university. When Jackylyn arrived, his world was shattered.

Kendrix Cobbler’s life falls apart the night she finds out her dad used her to cover a six-million-dollar debt.
The debt’s to Roberto Tuzo.
Cold, dangerous, and hard to read. Roberto shows up to take what he thinks is his.
Her.
Dragged into his world of money, danger, and secrets, Kendrix won’t go quiet. She fights him. She wants out. She doesn’t trust him for a second.
But the longer she stays, the weirder it gets. People around him already know her name.
Roberto acts like he’s been waiting for her long before the debt happened.
She wasn’t picked by accident.
And the closer she gets, the more it looks like her life was tied to Roberto way before that night.
Hatred’s there. But it's getting messy, and she doesn't know what she feels anymore.

When graduate student Nina locked eyes with a stranger in a Ljubljana café, she thought it was chance.
It wasn’t.
Adrian had been watching her for months—first as a shadow, then as a savior, and finally as the man sent to decide whether she lived or disappeared.
He was supposed to erase her.
Instead, he fell in love.
Now they’re bound by a network built on secrets, code, and blood. From the streets of Vienna to the coast of Trieste, every step drags them deeper into a system that turns people into assets and love into a liability.
Nina was never meant to know what she was—a name hidden in an algorithm, a dormant asset waiting to be activated. Adrian was never meant to defy his orders. Together, they’ve broken the rules of a world that doesn’t forgive mistakes.
As enemies close in, and truth unravels faster than they can run, Nina must face the hardest question of all:
Can you love the man who was sent to destroy you—
or will the past he tried to bury take them both down?
A dark romance of obsession, betrayal, and the dangerous kind of love that rewrites every rule.

"W...Why..." I shook my head in disbelief, "You're my best friend!" I cried out, overcome with a sense of betrayal as tears continued to stream down my face.
Maya bit her lower lip, her words halted as I moved to slap her for trying to gaslight me, but Andrew firmly grasped my hand.
"Autumn, don't," he commanded, "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me. Don't hurt her," he pleaded, his voice laced with concern, breaking my heart even further.
"And you have the nerve to say that..."
"She's pregnant, and she needs to be looked after!" he exclaimed. "I don't care what anyone else thinks right now," he added, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Please, don't. If you love me, then let us," he whispered. "I'm tired of you being unable to give me a child. That's all I've ever wanted, and you've never made me happy."
I couldn't believe everything he said to me. I thought he loved me. I thought Maya was my best friend, and it seemed like no one was on my side.
What would you do if your best friend was pregnant with your husband's baby? What would you do if your most loyal maid betrayed you?
After a series of betrayals, Luna Autumn was not only accused of a crime but also banished from the Pack, becoming a Rogue.
Heartbroken, Autumn encountered Ethan, the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, notorious for his playboy lifestyle and disregard for the concept of mates. Ethan is intrigued by Autumn; unlike the other women he has been with, she stirs unfamiliar feelings in him and remains beyond his grasp, making her seem exceptional.
As Ethan's fascination with Autumn grows, what will happen between them?

Finished running away?” he asked, his voice low and taunting.

“Not everything is a game, William,” she shot back.

“Funny,” he said. “You love analyzing everyone else. Just not yourself.”

“And you hide behind arrogance because you’re afraid of being vulnerable.”

His smirk vanished.

“You don’t know a damn thing about me, Margaux.”

A powerful European bank is on the brink of collapse, and the scandal surrounding it could destroy everyone involved.

William JB De la Roche is the lawyer brought in to stop that from happening. Brilliant, ruthless, and used to winning, he believes every problem can be solved with strategy and control.

Until Dr. Margaux Hawthorne enters the case.

A young psychiatrist with a talent for exposing hidden motives, Margaux is tasked with helping the legal team predict behavior, manipulate perception, and exploit psychological weaknesses—from judges and witnesses to the accused executives themselves.

From the moment they meet, sparks fly.

William doesn’t trust her methods.
Margaux sees straight through his carefully constructed mask.

As secrets surface and pressure mounts, their professional rivalry turns into something far more dangerous. Late nights blur boundaries, control slips, and the line between manipulation and desire begins to crack.

But as the case reaches its breaking point, one question remains:

Are they uncovering the truth—or unraveling each other?