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In a world ruled by powerful werewolf bloodlines, one name was never meant to exist again.

Elias Ashford.

Born during the terrifying Blood Moon Eclipse, Elias was feared from the moment he took his first breath. Whispers followed him his entire life cursed child, monster, omen of destruction. Even his own father, the ruthless Alpha Darius Ashford, hid dark secrets about the night Elias was born.

But everything changes when Elias meets Vivienne Silvercrest the daughter of a rival bloodline and the girl tied to him by a forbidden bond older than history itself What begins as a dangerous mate connection soon awakens something ancient buried deep beneath the werewolf world.

An ancient kingdom erased from history A forgotten throne A power capable of destroying gods As mysterious enemies known as the Black Moon Order rise from the shadows, Elias discovers the horrifying truth:

He is not just a cursed Alpha.

He is the reincarnation of the First Alpha the legendary King of the Void, a being so powerful the Moon Goddess herself betrayed and sealed him centuries ago Now the seals are breaking Monsters buried beneath the earth are awakening Ancient prophecies are coming alive.

And Vivienne may be the only person capable of either saving Elias or destroying him forever.

Bound by love, hunted by fate, and surrounded by betrayal, Elias and Vivienne must uncover the truth behind the curse before the world falls into darkness again.

But some curses were never meant to be broken.

And some kings were never meant to return.

Aria lost her ten fingers and her entire future to a pair of fake lovers in her past life. Reborn before the crucial music competition, she abandons her role as a shadow pianist and picks up her abandoned violin again. With bleeding fingers and a death wish for revenge, she teams up with Adrian, the ruthless piano tyrant of Juilliard Prep. They burn down the perfect reputation of the hypocritical genius who once ruined her. Broken strings can be re-tuned. Broken talent always plays louder than lies.

They built a hundred-year name on a scholarship they stole from a dead girl.

This morning that name landed on my desk. Brooke Hale, applicant. One signature away from the federal clerkship her family has won, somehow, in every generation since 1962.

I'm the one who signs.

I wrote three words instead. Recommend denial. Then I sat with my hands flat on the file so they'd stop shaking.

The Hales think it's a cold case. A girl named Iris, ruled ineligible sixty years ago, gone quiet, gone poor, gone.

They don't know Iris was my great-grandmother.

They don't know I kept the letter.

I thought I was dead for sure. Hell, my blood has already run cold.
I snapped my eyes open only to realize the gunshot wasn't meant for me. But now, I'm being used as a human shield.
The first thing I saw was a man in all black holding a gun to my face.
He stands gallantly menacing, less than five yards from me. And despite the low light, I can see his shirt is only buttoned halfway as a jacket drapes loosely over his broad shoulders.
He is like Hades in a shirt.
"Answer me, motherfucker! Or I swear I'll kill her!" Blondie yelled, jabbing his gun at me and pulling me closer to shield himself.
"Who the fuck are you!"
The stranger returned his attention to my captor;
"You seem to have misunderstood this situation," He said with such calm and vindication, you'd think my life didn't matter.
He continued;
"I'm not the hero that saves the damsel in distress..." He paused,
"...I'm the Grim Reaper."

< Gunshot...! ><<
I froze in my spot, but I didn't feel dead.
"You're safe now." He said, walking up to me. He brushed hair from my wet cheeks as he pulled me closer.
And I just fell on him.
Without hesitating, I rise to my toes and capture his lips in mine.





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Sapphire Sanchez is just a girl looking for momentary happiness when she makes a rather impulsive move.
Life hasn't exactly been fair to her, and her mother's condition isn't making it easier for her. Then everything turns upside down when a stranger saves her from three hoodlums.
Or maybe the right side up?
Either way, she just met Dimitri Griot, the terror of Silicone City, the Grim Reaper himself.
He has built his empire with the same ruthless vindication he delivers his judgment. And fussy romance wasn't on his agenda when a lowlife cunt got his heart beating in the wrong manner.
He wants her just as much as he hates the weakness.
She wants him even though he incites terror in her.
The condition of romance is clear, and the rules for power are final. It's one of nothing: Power, Vengeance, or Love
Neither of them can have it all. But the question is, which will either of them choose?

He grabbed me by the waist, riding me to the nearest wall. His hand guided my unsteady legs. Then he pressed his lips on mine with urgency. It might have been the alcohol, but strangely, I wanted every bit of his kisses, as I wanted his monster length inside mine. My sex tingled in excitement at the thought.
His kisses were ferocious and without passion, and they drew moans after moans from me. His fingers found their way into my panties, and I felt them slipping into the moistness of my sex. They went in and out in a fast rhythm. He started with two fingers, then made it three, pushing them in and out of me with a hungry pace.


Rachel Bernett's world shatters when her long-time boyfriend, Cole Biancardi, breaks her heart just as she's about to surprise him with a dream vacation to Miami. Determined to salvage her plans—and her pride—Rachel heads to Miami alone, seeking to heal. But her getaway takes a seductive twist when she catches the eye of two irresistible men—Logan and Draco Biancardi, Cole’s charismatic uncles. As passion ignites between Rachel and the two brothers, a fierce rivalry unfolds, each determined to make her theirs. Meanwhile, Cole slowly realizes the treasure he let slip away. Now, with her heart on the line, Rachel is set on making him regret his betrayal—but this time, she holds all the cards.

She returned to bury her father. Instead, she was forced to marry his enemy’s son.

Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son.

Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic.

Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat.

She was raised to be untouchable.
He was born to conquer.

And in the space between vengeance and desire, who is going to lose control first?
(Contains mature and dark content)


EXCERPT
“It was hard to focus when his palm teased my folds, circling my cl*t until I could barely breathe.

‘Why would you want to leave this behind?’ he growled in my ear, his chest rumbling against my back.

Because I can’t trust you. Because I don’t know what I want.

‘Because it’s cruel,’ I whispered.

And then he pulled away, leaving me trembling, desperate, and furious.”

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Also by the author: Hunting the Hybrid Queen (dark shifter romance).

"Daddy Please," He looked up from between her thighs and gave her a warning glare "Careful little flower, you don’t want to sleep with an aching pussy, do you?"
Lilliana Barnette is your typical timid teenage girl who finds herself falling more and more in love with the handsome Damon Michaelson....her father's best friend, a man much older than her and one she's to refer to as her uncle.
Damon Arnold Michaelson, a multi-billionaire business tycoon, bachelor in his prime known for his irresistible charm amongst the ladies. He finds himself falling for his niece Lilliana, but.....being his best friend’s daughter meant she was forbidden to him but his desire for her only grew with each passing day....even when he was being intimate with other women, she took over all of his thoughts without even trying. He knew he had to keep his distance from her but instead, found himself wanting to touch her every chance he got....his mind wanted to own his best friend’s daughter in ways no one had ever done not even her boyfriend, and all the while she innocently kept thinking he's not affected by her or her body unaware of his filthy need to claim her as his for everyone to see.
Everything changes when his said best friend has to leave the city for a business trip, entrusting him with the responsibility of taking care of his only daughter.
Now leaving under the same roof the two find themselves in a love/lust infested dilemma, with each passing day it got even harder for them to conceal their feelings for each other....though they tried at first and eventually their forbidden desire wins....they start meeting up secretly as often as possible, away from prying eyes....most importantly away from Lilliana's father's eyes.

I was the most envied mafia wife in Chicago, until his Tibetan Mastiff tore apart what remained of our child.
Everyone called it an accident. I knew it wasn’t.
While I was bleeding out on the operating table, my husband was in the VIP ward, personally attending to his “traumatized” adopted sister. The whole family coddled her delicate state. Only I saw the smirk she couldn’t hide behind every calculated “panic attack.”
Then the Feds gave me a choice: keep playing the perfect, miserable wife, or vanish into a classified program so secret, I’d be dead to everyone I ever knew.
I signed. I uploaded the audio proof of their affair. I watched my old life disappear.
You swore you’d protect the family above all else, darling?
How fitting. My new mission is to protect this country from all threats.
Starting with you.

I thought the orchestrated assault was the most profound betrayal of my life. Then, from the shadows of the wine cellar, I heard my husband and his brothers toasting to their success.
"The slow-motion capture of her climax, paired with those broken whimpers... it was cinematic perfection."
"She played her part beautifully. After all, she’s just a Valenti."
I learned the devastating truth: my agony was their scripted entertainment. My husband. The director.
He married me to claim his inheritance.
He branded me to mark his property.
He caused my miscarriage in that dungeon, coldly calling it "tidying up loose ends."
But they overlooked one ancient law—the Moretti blood oath: should the Don betray his vows, everything becomes his wife's.
Now, I stand in the penthouse of his casino.
My fingers trace the scar on my shoulder—now transformed into a dagger.
"Darling, you celebrated the anniversary of your production. My gift to you is a lifetime behind bars."
Now, the final cut is mine.

Three years ago, my fiance Marco Ferrante walked out on our engagement for his mistress Vivienne Salas — and now they're both back, kicking in my door and screaming that my baby isn't his.
He's right. It's not his.
It belongs to the most dangerous man in Verrano.
And Marco just put his boot through the Devil's only heir.

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

He filled my head with lies.
Then he set my world on fire.

Gavril Vaknin.
Richer than God.
Crueler than the devil.

And if he has his way…
My new fake husband.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife.
I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies.
Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive.

Did I do the right thing?
Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

⚠️ 18+ ONLY | Explicit sexual content & dark romance

Virgin Donor: Fifty Million Dollars.

I stared at the contract, my breath hitching as the numbers blurred before my eyes. Fifty million—for my virginity, my blood, my body.

I had no choice. To hunt down my father’s killer, I needed power. And Vampria Corp was the only door left open to me.

I signed away my freedom without ever seeing the monster who bought me.

That night, I was delivered to a pitch-black mansion, dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown. Waiting for me was Thane—Vampire War Lord, executioner, legend. Beautiful. Merciless. His crimson eyes burned through the darkness.

“Strip.”

I thought I had misheard—until he repeated it.

Naked and trembling beneath his gaze, I realized I wasn’t a guest. I was property.

He didn’t touch me at first. He watched. Judged. Then, in a blink, I was pinned to the wall, his hand at my throat, his voice cold and cruel.

“When a slave begs,” he murmured, “it does so on all fours.”

I believed I had sold myself to be fed upon.

I was wrong.

Because my rare Ruby blood didn’t just tempt him—it awakened something savage inside a vampire who had slept for four hundred years.

And once the beast awoke, neither of us could escape what followed.

This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.

I have a
I’ve been arranged to marry a monster.

Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn’t work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .

But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.

Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He’s ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family’s power and the city in the palm of his hand.

But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal…
I’ll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.

I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?

The woman with a secret to keep, if love is pure, even if it hurts, will endure for the beloved, pretend so that she is not hated by everyone, but as a result, she is rejected by the people she loves, especially her husband.

The woman is stunned by love. Strongest in the whole world but weak when it comes to love. She is Charmaine Wextricca the woman who will do everything just to make her husband love her.

But what if the one she loves, loves someone else. What will she do? and she was kicked out by her own family, can she handle it all?

What if she found out she was pregnant? what will she do, will it go away? For the good of her and all? She will return, to her former self, as one of the strongest women in the world.
Let's follow the story of our heroine, Charmaine Wextricca with her beloved husband Kibb Monteverde, who did nothing but drive her away and hurt her.

Selene always thought that with time, she would be able to warm the icy cold heart of her husband a supposed Billionaire CEO who neglected her.

After a binding marriage to him forced by their parents as a reward before they died, Selene suffered for years being treated invincible while Damien did what he wanted.

Until she found out she was pregnant, keeping the pregnancy a secret, she planned to leave him, not knowing that her husband was something out of a fantasy

An Alpha With A Possession Issue.

And not just that, being naively living in his world, not knowing what they all were capable of, escaping would be difficult when her son is the promised Alpha and all different kinds of supernatural want her dead.

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?

"Look at you! You’ve changed! You're really a wolf. And you're my mate! My Luna! Can't you feel our bond? Can't you remember that? You must accept it, and I am your Alpha, Alex is our pup! We must unite to make our powers stronger! To protect and save our son!" Gerald pulled her into his bed and united their powers in a primitive way. Making love.

"Let go of me! Don't be silly! I'm not a wolf! I am human! You're not my mate! The only thing I remember is... You're a murderer! You killed my father!" Jennifer shouted at him with an angry face.


What would happen if you were revealed to be a werewolf? And you were Luna? The one who disappeared six years ago? And she was the mate of Alpha Blackstone - Geralt Williams 30 years old, The CEO of Williams Enterprise! She even had a child with him! The one she hates so much? Who made her miserable? The arrogant man who was also her Ex-Boss!

Something that Jennifer Ross' which is 24 years old, Jennifer’s brain could not accept. She was living in the present, and she didn't believe in werewolves at all.

Why didn't she remember him?

What really happened to her? But why does he always come in Jennifer's dreams?

Until something happens to her and her son-Alexander, and Geralt Williams tries to save them.

Someone who completely ruined her life, rejected her, treated her like trash!

Even someone she should hate, and get revenge for killing her father!

What should she do?

Can she accept the fact that Geralt William is her mate, and she is his Luna?

Can they come together to save their son?

And forget her revenge for killing his father?

Can she forgive him?

"I gave you a life… and you took mine with it."

She woke up in a sterile hospital room, her body aching, her womb empty.
The child she carried—gone.
No name. No face. No goodbye.

To him, it was just a transaction. A contract. A child born of benefit.
To her, it was the beginning of everything—and the end of herself.

Years passed. Her heart hardened. But fate, cruel and poetic, dragged him back into her orbit.
Only this time, there are secrets.
And bloodlines.
And a storm of revenge, waiting to unravel them both.

In a world where love is a luxury and hatred is inherited, how do you survive the one man who cost you everything… yet still makes your heart ache?

Just because I got a B+ in physics, my father slapped me across the face and kicked me while I was down.

"If you worked even half as hard at school as we do at our jobs, you'd have straight A's!"

"Your mom and I kill ourselves every single day, and this is how you repay us?"

To make sure I couldn't argue anymore, they spent a fortune getting their hands on some kind of devil's contract.

Dad sneered: "Once this thing is signed, every hour we work, you have to study. Now that's what I call fair."

Mom nodded along: "No more complaining that we don't understand what you go through."

Looking at their smug, satisfied faces, I didn't argue. I just bit my finger and signed.

Because I knew better than anyone what their "killing ourselves" actually amounted to.

By the time the contract came due, they were on their knees begging me to cancel it.

Get to know Jesse and Cathy's story. Even if you haven't read the first book, Origins, you can read this one. Of course, both stories and characters from Origins will appear and hopefully, like many others, you will be captivated by them.

“Cathy! Please leave!”
“I will..I just came up with one thing..when I was in my room. I thought of if I did something to you to make you angry..then I realized that maybe it’s not you, maybe it’s Argus.. James, what if you’re my mate and Argus knows about it and doesn’t like it. I thought about it for a while and I don’t want you as a mate, I want Mike..so if I reject you before I get my wolf, maybe the Moon Goddess will give me him instead..”
“Cathy stop!” I feel the panic rising inside me, what is she doing?
“No James, it’s perfect! Argus will be calm and kind again and I have a chance with Mike! She stands smiling with a straight back.”
“Cathy don’t..please stop!”
“I Cathy Wright, Daughter of Alpha Wright of the Great Falls pack reject you James Barrett,son of the late Alpha Barrett of the Sunset pack, heir to the same, as my destined mate chosen by the Moon Goddess. As I do so, I expect acceptance from you as soon as my wolf has matured.” She stands still with a satisfied smile and a shiny film on her eyes. I clench my jaws not to show how strongly I feel the pain in my chest or how Argus’ howls cut into my brain.
“See! All better!”
“Cathy..”
“Yes?”
“GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Duke Orion von Hawthorne is feared by kingdoms, yet cursed with one weakness—he cannot produce an heir. Only a Velaryn woman can break that curse.
He never expected to find one in the Dark Forest.
Sylvara Nyx, wild and painted in gold, fights him like a cornered starfire beast. She is powerful. Untamed. Dangerous. And Orion takes her captive, determined to claim what he believes is his.
But what if the woman he captured… is the one thing he can never keep?

Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul—and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace—and love—in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again.
“Bella,” she whispered to her daughter, “did you forget Mommy’s birthday?”
“Not now, Mommy. I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped.”
The name landed like a wound reopening.
Freya once survived being ‘the other woman’. Now, fate flipped the roles—and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more—or rise, not for love, but for herself.
When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back?
This time—maybe for the last time—she won’t look back.

I was raised by the Lynn family for eighteen years—until their real daughter returned and they threw my luggage out, telling me I belonged in the slums.

But the family who came for me wasn’t poor. They arrived with a luxury supercar, bodyguards, and a grand estate waiting for their true heiress.

When my brakes failed on the racetrack, Benjamin crashed into me to save my life. Later, in the dark, he covered my mouth and whispered, “Don’t make a sound.”

Then he held my hand and said, “You’re my fiancée. If I’m not good to you, who else would I be good to?”

But as a deadly hospital, counterfeit drugs, and the truth behind the baby switch begin to surface, I realize one terrifying thing—

I may not be the only child whose life was stolen.

Dennis Lawson survived life at Blackthorn Academy the only way he knew how—by enduring humiliation.

As a powerless scholarship student in a school built for awakened elites, he was nothing more than a target.

Wealth and abilities ruled Blackthorn, and Dennis had neither. Jack Voss, a powerful Pyro and heir to a billion-dollar empire, made sure of that. Public beatings, cruel pranks, and constant humiliation became part of Dennis’s daily life, watched and ignored by everyone.

Still, Dennis endured—for his mother. He worked tirelessly after school to pay for her medication, believing hard work would eventually save them both.

That hope shattered when he finally achieved a national science breakthrough, only to have it stolen. His girlfriend, Maya, betrayed him, handing his work to Jack. Then, to erase him completely, they locked him in a burning basement and left him to die.

But death was not the end.

A global awakening changed the world, granting abilities to those with hidden bloodlines. In the flames, something inside Dennis awakened too.

He died… and woke up in a new body.

Along with a terrifying power—the Predator System. An ability that allows him to steal the skills, strength, and abilities of those who oppress others.

Especially Jack Voss.

Now, Dennis is no longer the boy they broke
.
He is something far worse.

And he’s coming back for everything they took.

"I'm the Alpha King of the Shadow Moon Pack and the Mafia King of Hell Valley," Marco growled. "I don't need a nanny."

"Neither do we," his brothers said.

Their mother didn't even blink.

"It's not for you. It's for Natalia."

"We can handle our sister."

"Can you?" She arched her brow. "Between running an empire, leading a pack, and pretending you have time for either?"

Silence.

"My decision is final."

Marco scoffed.

"Whoever she is, she won't last the week."

Aurora is barely surviving, working herself raw just to keep a roof over her head. So when her best friend tells her about a live-in nanny position at the Moretti mansion, a salary that could finally let her breathe, she doesn't hesitate.

She expects to care for a little girl.

She doesn't expect to be judged, dismissed, and measured by three men who think a glance is enough to decide who she is.

Their verdict comes fast.

"She's the nanny?"

"She won't make it a week."

"Send her home."

Humiliated, Aurora is one breath from walking out, until the Queen Mother looks her dead in the eye and says four words.

"She stays. I've decided."

Now Aurora has one job: keep Natalia safe.

And one impossible war to win: outlast a king who built his entire life on never losing.

Marco is certain she'll break first.

Aurora has nothing left to lose.

But somewhere between his contempt and his control, between the insults that cut and the silences that linger too long, something neither of them agreed to starts taking root.

The woman the Alpha King tried to send away becomes the only person in that mansion who ever truly stayed.

On the eve of the violin competition, I was dragged into the basement and tormented for three excruciating hours, my hands shattered by iron rods, rendering me incapable of ever playing again.

As I lay in the hospital awaiting emergency care, I discovered the truth: it was my own father who had hired the assassins to ruin me; it was my fiancé who deliberately delayed my surgery, aiming to leave me permanently disabled; and ultimately, it was my pampered sister, cherished by the entire family, who had set fire to gasoline with the intent to burn me alive.

Fifteen years ago, a sorcerer had proclaimed that my sister was the 'blessing' of the Winslow family, while I, through my very existence, was deemed a 'curse' that needed to be eradicated.

Due to this absurd prophecy, I became the target of my family's ambition to be rid of me.

They wished for my demise, yet I am determined to survive — to witness them pay the price for their choices today.

When my husband pushed the divorce papers in front of me for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name, willingly giving up the man I'd loved for eight years to Ivy.

A few days later, Ivy got drunk and drove into a state senator's only son during a street race, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. Once again, I stepped forward to take the blame and bear all the consequences.
When they later suggested I donate my kidney to Ivy, I readily agreed.

Mom and Dad said I'd finally grown into a mature and responsible sister.

Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He whispered, "Don't be afraid. The surgery will be a success. When you recover, we'll go traveling."

But he didn't know that whether the surgery succeeded or not, I wouldn't be going anywhere with him.

Because I was already terminally ill, with little time left.

I was dying, but honestly? Death felt like mercy.

As a vampire, I should have been immortal. But at six years old, I'd made a deal with a demon, gambling my fate on "true love"—if three times I failed to win the heart of the one I loved, the demon would claim my soul.

Just when I thought death was certain, I got pregnant. Morag, the demon, showed rare mercy, promising to wait until I gave birth.

But at eight months, my husband sneered about removing the "bastard." My brother didn't even flinch as he sliced open my belly. My parents cursed that I deserved it—all to save my sister Lycia, who'd somehow "returned from the dead."

The day they cut my child out, not one tear. Not for me.

So why, after I died, were they all on their knees at my grave, sobbing?

“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Soon to be husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do”

Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love, and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely.

It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands.

As soon as the words “I do” left my mouth I was certain, I just sealed my fate by marrying Alex Snow.

And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me sooner rather than later.

In a small town called “Snow”, known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will.

After his father gets murdered at the hands of Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline.

But killing the responsible man sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay.

The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a m******e, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families.

Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically to stop that war.

Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell”

The town Snow and everything it illegally represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you make it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life

“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin.

“Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin.


When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous.

The Orgy of Desire: Werewolf Erotica Collection is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender.

Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey.

Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more.

Alphas crave Omegas.
Omegas ache for Alphas.
Betas burn for ecstasy.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!

"Evelyn Drake, are you truly set on joining the FBI as an undercover agent?"
The senior officer Garrett stared intently at the elegantly dressed woman before him, his gaze laced with inquiry and faint doubt.
It was his occupational habit, even a special knack, to categorize everyone he met into distinct social ranks—and he was exceptionally good at it, never once misjudging anyone.
In his eyes, Evelyn Drake, with her flawless makeup and platinum-blonde hair all the way down to the roots, was far from cut out to be an agent.
He had seen countless such pampered wealthy wives throwing petty tantrums. Most would make a scene at the front desk, only to be coaxed home meekly by their rich husbands soon after.
If such a delicate lady were admitted into the FBI, he suspected even the Kevlar bulletproof vest alone would chafe her soft skin raw.
Lost in these thoughts, Garrett let out a disdainful chuckle, his tone brimming with scorn. "Are you really sure? You'd give up your lavish lifestyle to become an FBI agent?"
Sensing his contempt, Evelyn took off her expensive wristwatch and slipped it into her handbag, then nodded firmly at him. "I am absolutely certain."

Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted.
Or so she thought.
Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account?
Now worth one hundred billion.
With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest.
Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware:
She died once. She’s not dying quietly again.

A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

He was my father's enforcer. My brother's best friend. The most dangerous man in any room he walked into.
He was the one person I was never supposed to want.

My brother disappeared in a pool of blood.
His best friend became my protector.

Enrico is a mafia enforcer, cold-eyed, ruthless, and built like a weapon. He doesn’t ask permission. He doesn’t explain. When men come to kill me, he doesn’t hesitate.

He takes me.

He says it’s protection.
He says it’s a promise to my brother.
But the way he watches me- hungry, possessive and unrelenting tells a different story.

Every touch is controlled. Every look burns.
The tension between us is sharp enough to cut—and when his restraint finally cracks, it’s devastating.

I shouldn’t want him.
He’s my brother’s best friend.
A killer.
A man who would destroy anyone who touches what he considers his.

But the deeper the secrets unravel, the more I realize the truth:

Enrico would burn the world for me.

Obsession. Desire. Blood-soaked loyalty.
This is not a love story for the faint of heart.

Because once Enrico decides you’re his…
You don’t get rescued.
You get claimed.

If you love dark, slow-burn romance where the danger is real and the love is harder to survive than the bullets, start reading. You won't stop.

"Please don't stop," she moaned, tugging at her restraints. The two cold metal rings dug into the soft skin around her wrists.
"Careful little flower, you don't want to sleep with an aching pussy do you??"
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Lilliana Barnette is your typical timid teenage girl who finds herself falling more and more in love with the handsome Damon Michaelson....her father's bestfriend, a man much older than her and one she's to refer to as her uncle.
Damon Arnold Michaelson, a multi-billionare business tycoon, bachelor in his prime known for his irresistible charm amongst the ladies. He finds himself falling for his neice Lilliana, but.....being his bestfriend's daughter meant she was forbidden to him but his desire for her only grew with each passing day....even when he was being intimate with other women, she took over all of his thoughts without even trying. He knew he had to keep his distance from her but instead, found himself wanting to touch her every chance he got....his mind wanted to own his bestfriend's daughter in ways no one had ever done not even her boyfriend, and all the while she innocently kept thinking he's not affected by her or her body unaware of his filthy need to claim her as his for everyone to see.
Everything changes when his said bestfriend has to leave the city for a business trip, entrusting him with the responsibility of taking care of his only daughter.
Now leaving under the same roof the two find themselves in a love/lust infested dilemma, with each passing day it got even harder for them to conceal their feelings for each other....though they tried at first and eventually their forbidden desire wins....they start meeting up secretly as often as possible, away from prying eyes....most importantly away from Lilliana's father's eyes.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

My husband Dante's best friend Luigi died three months ago, and with his last breath, he made Dante promise to take care of his pregnant widow, Maggie. From that moment, Maggie invaded our lives, and I was only four months pregnant at the time.

Then Maggie got caught in a gang shootout. She needed an emergency blood transfusion, and she had this rare blood type—Rhnull. Turns out, I'm Rhnull too.

To save Maggie and her baby, Dante forced me to abort mine.

The day my all-powerful wife personally handed me over to the mob's basement, she was shielding my identical twin brother, furiously accusing me of destroying his ability to carry on the family line.
To compensate for my brother's "trauma," my parents stood by and did nothing. Using her influence, my wife pressured me to take his place at a black-market clinic, testing a lethal drug.
They thought I was just going to suffer some physical hardship, that after enduring these two weeks, everything would be happily resolved.
But they didn't know I had already been poisoned by my brother. I was dying.
I died in agony on the cold operating table. As my body was being gnawed and rotted by rats, they were happily vacationing by the sea.
Only when the lies were exposed did my wife kick down the hidden door. Holding my maggot-infested, decaying flesh, she wept until she vomited blood, then went mad and swallowed a bullet. My parents watched their family shattered and wept on their knees.

Five years, I bled for Dario. Took a bullet for him. Cleaned up his dirtiest books. Drank myself into the ER just to keep his bosses sweet.
Then he slid divorce papers across the table and told me to sign. His mistress was pregnant; the family needed a "proper" heir, and I was in the way. So I signed—and let him strip me of everything I'd built.
Three hours later, a rival crew ran his car off the bridge. He survived. But he will never father a child again.
Now he's pouring a fortune he can't spare into his mistress's baby, showing off his "heir" to every boss in New York. He thinks his bloodline is finally safe.
He has no idea whose child he's really raising. And I'm the only one who does.

"Her... I want her."
Eleonora's heart skipped a beat when the ruthless mafia boss stared right at her, his eyes stripping away the flimsy piece of clothing she wore.
Afraid, she looked up at her instructor, hoping for a refusal—but the greedy man just smirked.
"Sold! Sold to the DeLunas."
Eleonora had only the worst in mind when she was bought by a notoriously ruthless mafia boss. She knew her life was about to change—but she never expected to be trapped in an endless web of secrets, conspiracies, and vengeance.
The mafia boss's dark past looms large, and there seems to be no way to stop history from repeating itself.
What happens when dark secrets are exposed, and a terrible fate seems inevitable for the seemingly innocent Eleonora?

Christian Caine, the heir to the Caine Crime Family, has been designed to drive any woman beyond seven sensations of pleasure. His body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant. Drawn to danger and a determination to conquer, he is yet to keep a woman's heart.

Cassandra Cumming, she is mysterious but the girl that every man desires. She presents all the things that Christian cannot have, and this is the very thing that draws him to her.

Their love is forbidden from the start, but neither of them is willing to let go of each other. Christian goes against what seems to be right and so goes up again his father and the Mafia world.

After one fateful night, Christian sets out to the start of a Mafia War.

Will Christian and Cassandra rise from this stronger?

Will she ultimately become his Mafia Princess?

【This story contains explicit adult (R18) content and BDSM elements. It is strictly for mature readers.】
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After my family went bankrupt, I was handed over to the mob boss Nathaniel to be his lover. He chained my neck and made me kneel naked by the bed.
"Be a good little canary for me."
Little did I know, my ex-boyfriend was Nathaniel's niece's fiancé, and his nephew had a habit of stealing Nathaniel's favorite women. 
I was forced into affairs with several men until Nathaniel found out. He yanked my hair and thrust into me forcefully. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"
A gunshot rang out, glass shattered, and several men burst into the room. "Nathaniel, you can't keep her all to yourself!"
In this dangerous game of cat and mouse, I became stronger. This time, I would make them kneel at my feet, one by one.
——
Nathaniel's fingers were already coated in slickness as they pumped in and out. Victoria writhed in discomfort. "Not enough... need something... bigger..."
A wicked gleam flashed in Nathaniel's eyes as he reached behind his back and pulled out a small handgun, pressing it against her wet entrance, slowly pushing it in.
"Ah! Mr. Cross, it hurts, I'm gonna break..."

That wedding in Rome was the last time I ever saw him as his “stepsister.”
I was the Roxie family’s only daughter. After my father remarried, my mother and I moved into the Corleone estate, and from that day on, Elias became my stepbrother—also the one obsession I should never have touched.
Out in public, he was always calm and controlled. At home, though, one line from him “Don’t call me brother” made my heart race.
Until the day he held Sophia’s hand in front of a priest and announced he was going to marry her.
I was outside the venue, bending down to pick up empty bottles because I needed dialysis money. He crushed them under his shoe in front of everyone, humiliated me, and forced me to trade my dignity for cash, like he was nailing the word “step-siblings” onto a pillar of shame.
He hated me. He said I’d “gotten back at him” in the filthiest way. I just smiled and never explained.
Because he would never know the truth: back then, the reason I shoved him away with everything I had was only because I wanted him to live a little cleaner.
That night, he locked me in a pitch-dark storage room. Outside the door was wedding music. Inside was my blood and the suffocating despair.
When he finally opened the door… I was already dead.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

"Spread your legs for us, baby," Khuraan growled, voice rough and commanding. "We want to see what’s ours."

My breath caught.

Zarkhan leaned down, his breath hot against my throat. "You said you could handle all three of us. Prove it."

"And don’t even think about faking it," Hakkan added, his tone a silky threat. "I’ll know. I always know."

Their eyes bore into me—three alphas, three predators circling their prey. The air crackled with dominance, with a heat that drenched me from the inside out.

Khuraan's fingers grazed my cheek, tilting my chin upward. "Touch yourself, baby. Show us how badly you need to be claimed."

My heart thundered in my chest. Every inch of my skin burned, every nerve tuned to the weight of their stares. I was trembling—part fear, part hunger.

"Say it," Zarkhan hissed. "Say you want us watching. Say you want to fall apart for your alphas."

A moan escaped me before I could stop it.

"I want..." My voice shook. "I want you to watch me."

"Good girl," Hakkan murmured. "Now don’t stop until we tell you to."

Giselle Blanco thought she’d escaped the claws of a possessive Alpha when she fled Omaha. But running straight into the arms of three dominant, dangerously intoxicating stepbrothers? That wasn’t part of the plan.

Khuraan—the bold, ruthless mafia Alpha of the East—wants to see how far she’ll bend before she breaks.
Zarkhan—the silent storm ruling the West—wants to bury himself in her until she forgets her own name.
And Hakkan—the seductive doctor with lethal instincts—knows just how to read her every secret desire... even the ones she’s too ashamed to whisper.

They want her to kneel. To beg. To surrender.
But Giselle has no intention of being claimed... until her own body betrays her.

I looked Dante dead in the eye and said with crystal clarity, "Security! Please come and escort these clowns out. It seems they missed their way to the circus."
Lucien, still seated, finally spoke, his voice like frostbite. "If I see him within ten feet of you again… I'll take it personally."


Ravenna has always lived in the shadow of betrayal.
"Lily suits Dante better… she's the one he truly wants." The words stung, but not as much as the moment Dante himself confirmed them. "Don't overthink it, Ravenna. You know Lily and I share a history you can't compete with. "
That was the day Ravenna stopped waiting to be chosen.
A gifted doctor with hands that heal what others cannot, she hides her scars behind composure—until her father and stepsister strip away her last freedom. Faced with Dante's betrayal, her sister's scorn, and her father's indifference, Ravenna accepts the demand to marry in her sister's place—because she knows that respect is never granted, only taken. Bound to Lucien, a man she neither chose nor trusts, she steps into the marriage determined to seize her own power.
But Lucien is not the cruel stranger she imagined. Cold and calculating, yet bound by secrets of his own, he unsettles her with moments of unexpected tenderness. What was meant to be her prison becomes a battlefield of silence, suspicion, and a desire she cannot ignore.
As Ravenna works to bring down those who wronged her, she must also face the dangerous pull of a husband she was never meant to love. In the end, will vengeance define her—or will love rewrite the fate she thought was sealed?

Amelia Russo is a weapon of the state. As a military captain and the daughter of a legendary general, her life is governed by duty, honor, and one mission: eliminate "The Shadow," the faceless myth ruling Verona’s bloody underworld.

Lorenzo Ren Moretti is a master of deception. To high society, he is Luca D'Angelo, a charming billionaire CEO. To the streets, he is a cold-blooded monster with icy blue eyes and a past carved in tattoos. He commands fear. He demands absolute loyalty. And he has never met an enemy he couldn't break.

Until he meets her.

When Amelia crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire Luca, an intoxicating, forbidden game of cat and mouse begins.

“Mate is back,” Cyan retorted with excitement in her voice. “Let's go see mate, Evie; let's go see him.” She urged.

“We'll see him tomorrow during the ceremony,” I replied.

“What if he doesn't know you anymore? Aren't you at least curious about his looks?” she retorted.

She had a point, though; it's been ten whole years since I last saw him, and I'll be turning eighteen tomorrow, which is the perfect time to get a mate. I stood there contemplating between going to bed or satisfying my curiosity.

After much thought, Cyan won. I turned sharply, heading for Kieran's room. Even though it was just a glimpse of him as he slept, that would be okay, I thought.

I climbed through the walls, peeping through the window, but was met with great darkness. I stepped into the room, scrutinizing through the darkness until I found the switch, taking back my full shape, leaving me with ripped and torn clothes. I turned on the lights as my eyes danced through every corner of the room.

I felt my shoulders slump in defeat as nothing had changed; the room remained untouched, as the surfaces were filled with dust. The only thing that changed was the sheets. The beautifully colored sheets I had placed the last time I came here to clean had been changed into a sparkling white one.

I turned around in disappointment about leaving when I felt an intimidating presence behind me.

“Looking for someone?” A husky voice echoed, making me freeze. “You're trespassing, little wolf; care to explain why?” he added in a stern voice. I inhaled sharply, the rich scent of Bourbon filling my lungs. My eyes widened in shock.