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Three years ago, Elisa gave her heart and body to her fated mate, Rhys, the future Alpha of the Helves Pack. Their last night together was passionate and unforgettable, a night filled with love and memorable promises as he was about to leave for his three years course abroad.
He promised to return after three years, marry Elisa, become the Alpha and make her his Luna.
But by morning, he was gone. No goodbye. No trace.
His family refused to tell Elisa which country or college he had gone to but they still insisted on his promise. He will return.
After three years of waiting, Elisa decides to move on with a heavy heart. She gains admission to study in New York University, thousands of miles from home.
But fate isn't done with her. When she steps into her first training session, he finds Rhys standing there on the podium. Her new hockey coach.
He stares at her like he has never seen her before.
The mate she has been waiting for three years is now a NHL Player and a hockey coach. What hurts most is that he looks at her like he doesn't recognize her but hates her for no reason.
Or is there a reason for this? A reason she does not know?
Could it be Rhys having a new life and forgetting about his past? Or a long-lost twin brother no one knew anything about?

When the Kiss Cam lights up the stadium, Taylor expects to see strangers caught in awkward kisses—not her boyfriend, Dylan, locking lips with another woman.
To revenge, Taylor also kisses the handsome stanger sitting next to her when the Kiss Cam swings to her. To her shock, he’s not just any stranger, but Aiden Kincaid—a billionaire, football star, and the soon-to-be ex-husband of the woman Dylan’s been seeing.
Taylor thought she’d never cross paths with Aiden again, but fate has other plans. Not only does she become Aiden’s intern sports therapist, but he also offers her a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend.

He came from the shadows… and she can't escape the darkness anymore.

They told her demons weren’t real, just stories meant to scare children and keep curious minds away from danger. But what they never told her was that sometimes, the danger doesn’t hide in the dark. Sometimes… it watches. It waits patiently. And when it finally moves, it changes everything.

She never believed in the supernatural until she met him. A stranger with eyes too ancient to belong to any man. A voice that makes the world stop. A presence that shouldn’t exist. Powers that seem too "unreal." He says he’s here for her. That she's a lost princess. That there’s no running, no hiding, no pretending this is a dream.

But behind the madness, the fear, and the twisted desire lies a power even she doesn’t know she’s carrying, one that could break the gates of hell wide open or ruin them forever.

And the demons aren't the only ones watching…and waiting....

In a world where power struggles meets darkness and love dances with damnation, how far would you go to save your soul… if you're constantly hunted by the physical and supernatural.

Veronica's whole world turns upside down when her parents are murdered. She becomes the Donna of her father's mafia. After many betrayals and heartache, she finds the love of a man. The man turns out to be the soon to be El Jefe of a Mexican drug cartel. Will their love work? Will their relationship just be the sex or will it be the real love she has always wanted?

The Wife I Forgot to Love

Helena believed she knew every detail of her marriage: the exact time her husband came home, precisely how long the chicken needed to rest, the sound of Damian’s laughter when something truly made him happy. But there was another laugh—one that was never meant for her—hidden behind a door that never quite closed.

When Helena discovers a photograph that shatters everything she thought she knew about her marriage, the carefully built life she’s clung to begins to unravel in silence. Camila Calloway isn’t just a name. She’s the answer to questions Helena never dared to ask out loud.

As the truth slowly comes to light, Helena must confront not only betrayal but also the part of herself that chose not to see what had been right in front of her all along. With the unwavering support of her sister, Cassidy, and burdened by a past that has shaped her more deeply than she’ll admit, Helena embarks on a journey of heartbreak, resilience, and self-discovery.

This is the story of a woman who learns to love herself before deciding whether she can—or should—trust someone else with her heart again. It is a journey of healing, redemption, and the courage to begin again, where every chapter brings her one step closer to the woman she was always meant to become.

Because sometimes, losing everything is the only way to find yourself.

And in the end, after all the pain, anger, and tears, only one word remains to capture it all:

Always.

Charlotte's dream has always been fashion. The clothes, the hair, the runways! She wanted so much to become a big name in the field that she attended the most prestigious fashion school on the coast. Well, the same happened to hundreds of other people, and it turns out not everyone can become a fashion designer. And an even bigger shock? Not everyone takes fashion school seriously on their resume.

She needs a job, any job. And the only company that called her for an interview was Anderson Holdings, an investment company that has a piece of almost every pie that exists, led by founder and CEO Richard Anderson.

Answering phones for a billionaire is not beneath her, and the bills are starting to pile up. How hard can it be? But soon it turns out that Mr. Anderson has a very different idea about the best way to use her. An idea that could change the course of her life forever...

"Have my baby and I will pay all your debts."

Lauren Whitmore was twelve when her mother vanished from Wolveroot Palace, officially dismissed, unofficially erased. Everyone told her not to ask questions. So Lauren became someone who answers them instead — a manuscript restorer trained in the dead script pack law is written in, the kind of expert nobody thinks to guard against.
She returns to the palace under a servant's name, one trunk of borrowed clothes, and a single goal: find out what actually happened to her mother before the story swallows her too.
She does not plan on Benjamin Crawford.
The Alpha Prince is supposed to be a monster in waiting. The prophecy carved above the throne room doors has said so for three generations: he will kill his mate. Court gossip fills in the rest — that his own mother's death proves it, that he's cold on purpose, that kindness from him is a trap. Lauren expects a man built to frighten her.
She gets a man who remembers the names of the kitchen staff and looks sick every time someone brings up the prophecy at all.
Then a new page turns up in the archive, a "recovered fragment" of the original prophecy, conveniently confirming the worst version of it, conveniently discovered right as the court pressures Benjamin to name an heir. Lauren's trained eye catches what no one else would: the ink is eighty years too new. Someone is rewriting fate on purpose.
And Lauren isn't the first woman connected to Benjamin to start asking questions. She's the fourth. The other three are gone.

Claire Agnesia was forced to accept her parents' request to continue studying abroad. She really didn't want to, because he didn't want to leave Nickolas, aka his girlfriend, who was about to get ready to marry him.

However, everything must still happen, there is no other choice. Until that also made the relationship between Claire and Nickolas really shaky and she got harsh words from her boyfriend before breaking up with her.

Four years later, Claire returns home after graduation. And she got her first shock from the CEO guy the night she went to the bar that took her chastity. When she found out that the CEO man was Nick, her ex, Claire who was still broken and hurt at that man really hated him while Nick instead trying to melt his woman's heart in as many ways as he can to get back together with the girl he adores.

What next? Can they be together?

When struggling actress Scarlett Rose accepts the role of "villain" on reality dating show "Love Island Dreams," she thinks she's hit rock bottom. Her job is simple: cause drama, break up couples, and be the girl everyone loves to hate. After ten years of Hollywood failures and tabloid disasters, being the bad guy for money seems like her only option. But when she walks into the mansion and sees Kai Sterling—the successful musician she ghosted five years ago—everything changes. Now Scarlett must play the part of the pick-me girl while hiding her broken heart from the cameras. As scripted drama becomes real emotion, and fake fights turn into genuine pain, Scarlett discovers that sometimes the best love stories happen when you stop pretending to be someone else. But can their love survive the spotlight, or will the cameras destroy them both?

Briana lost everything at a young age. Now she has come to take revenge for the death of her entire family. She manages to kill the drug mafia boss who has ruined her entire life. But, it looks like this revenge will never be finished. Because there is someone else who is also taking revenge on her for the death of the mafia boss. She was kidnapped by the mafia's son who exacted revenge on her. Is Briana ready to face the next fight? Or will she choose to give up and die in vain?

First day back after the long weekend. I get a few artisan gift baskets shipped in from my family's farm: maple syrup, raw honey, smoked beef jerky, handmade jams. Top-shelf stuff, every single one. Shipping alone runs me a few hundred dollars.

After the morning meeting, I hand them out one by one. The team crowds around me, all smiles, falling over themselves saying things like "You're literally the best, Ms. Bennett" and "Oh my god, you're such an amazing boss."

They're barely out the door when I notice the conference room projector is still mirroring someone's phone. Up on the screen: a private group chat. Fifteen members.

Everyone on the team is in it.

Everyone except me.

A new message pops up: [Farm junk? Really? Preston Vance's team got $200 gift cards AND black truffle. Sloane's such a cheap ass lol]

Replies flood in. Someone photoshops a picture of me. Someone else hopes I drop dead at my desk.

To them, I'm just another boss squeezing her people dry.

Last quarter, I handed every single one of them a three-thousand-dollar cash bonus out of my own pocket. Plus a brand-new phone. Each.

Fine. If they think I'm not giving enough, I'll give them exactly what they're asking for.

Though later, when they come crawling back one by one, I find myself wondering what exactly they think begging is going to get them.

On the day I gave birth to my daughter, Iris, my husband Hollis pushed open the hospital room door, dragging a four-year-old boy by the arm. Eyes red and welling with tears, he said, "Look who I brought home."
My mother-in-law wept tears of joy. My son, Felix—who supposedly died in the winery fire five months ago—had returned "from the dead."
The whole room was crying over this miracle, but my blood ran cold: since the second he walked through that door, Hollis hadn't spared a single glance at our newborn daughter.
I secretly collected a DNA sample from the boy and sent it for expedited testing. The results confirmed it: this wasn't my son at all. He was Hollis’s illegitimate child with another woman.
That same night, I pulled up the nursery's hidden camera footage and watched with my own eyes as this man injected poison into Iris’s breast milk. Soon after, he brazenly moved his mistress—my personal assistant—into my home.
A towering wave of hatred consumed me. I swore I would make them pay in blood...

I once believed that if I was obedient enough, my birth family would finally love me. Instead, they gave everything to Anna, the fake heiress—my competition spot, my reputation, even my kidney.
Then I opened my eyes and returned to the year it all began.
This time, I won’t beg. I won’t yield. My achievements, my dignity, and my life belong to me.
When everyone called me vicious, Damian Sterling draped his jacket over my shoulders and asked in a low voice, “Am I an outsider?”
I leaned into him and smiled. “Of course not.”
But soon I discovered he was being slowly poisoned—and the culprit might be someone closest to him. Worse, the truth behind my death in my previous life may be darker than I ever imagined…

1

Three torturous years hauling bodies on the mortuary night shift, and I'd finally scraped together the cash for my brother Charles's heart transplant.
He just waved it off.
"My heart is fine. Mom and Dad didn't die in that gang war, either. I orchestrated the hit. You were the only casualty."
Nearby, my husband, Gerald, casually lit a cigar to deliver his own confession. "I never went bankrupt. 'Laying low' was just my excuse to avoid squeezing into that dingy funeral home dorm with you. I've been at the Long Island estate."
"I was going to punish you for another three years," Charles added, "but the stench of formaldehyde on you is nauseating. We couldn't take it anymore."
I froze, still clutching the credit card. Charles plucked the plastic from my numb fingers and shoved his phone screen in my face. A banking app stared back at me.
Balance: exactly zero.
"My name is still on the joint account," he sneered, tossing the card into the trash. "I drained it this morning. That blood money you made bagging stiffs is being handed out to street junkies as we speak. We'd never touch that filth."
Before the sheer absurdity of it could suffocate me, my parents walked in. Flanked by bodyguards, they kept their distance, eyeing me like a plague rat.
"You thought being the biological daughter gave you the right to ruthlessly bully Violet. We simply wanted to put you in your place."
"Swear you'll never cross Violet again, and you can remain a Falcone," my mother added coolly. "Otherwise, you're dead to us."
In the stifling silence that followed, my phone buzzed. A text from my oncologist.
[Mrs. Castello, the results are back. It's terminal. Do you consent to initiating the hospice and DNR protocols we discussed?]

I used to be the most envied female on the continent. Three mates: werewolf Alpha Kael, vampire lord Dorian, elven ranger Seth. All of them mine.
Then a half-elf drifter named Ayla showed up, and everything I had started belonging to her instead, one piece at a time.
Kael once pulled a fang from his own mouth to make me a necklace. The day it broke, he was too busy licking another female's cut finger to notice.
Dorian spent two weeks brewing me blood wine. Then he handed the cup straight to her, because apparently I "looked healthy enough to go without."
Seth carved me a charm from sacred elven wood. I watched her face take shape under his knife instead of mine.
They kept telling me I needed to grow up. So when a beast's poison was spreading through my body, and I blew the whistle they swore would bring them running no matter what—
No one came.
Three years later, I walked back into their world on a Siren prince's arm.
This time, they're the ones begging for my forgiveness.

My stepsister and I tumbled down the stairs together. As someone with a blood clotting disorder, my spleen ruptured—I was bleeding internally, desperate for surgery to stop it.
But my mother—the renowned chief of surgery—pulled every specialist from the ER. To consult on my stepsister's condition.
All she had was a sprained ankle. Not even a scratch. Yet mom insisted on running every test in the book. And me? Left alone on that cold floor, bleeding out, half my body already soaked in blood.
I clutched at her pants, begging her to save me. But she kicked my hand away and looked at me with pure disgust.
"Lily, are you really so desperate for a man's attention that you'd pull a cheap stunt like this? Your sister's foot is swollen—and you have the nerve to fake your death here?"
In the end, I died alone in a corner of that ignored ER.
But when they wheeled my cold body out of the morgue—and they finally learned about my clotting disorder—
That mother who claimed to hate me completely lost her mind.

It was my second year back in this house.
My name was Evelyn, the biological daughter who got lost in Central Park at seven.
During the ten years I stayed missing, I fed pigs on a remote farm in Eastern Europe. In weather that dropped to dozens below zero, I got beaten for working too slowly.
I did not get brought back until I was seventeen, covered in scars, returned to this so-called “home,” luxurious to the point of being blinding.
To be honest, every time I watched them sit on silk sofas and sip afternoon tea, then thought about the decade I spent crawling through hell, hatred made my teeth ache.
That hatred stood between us and made the house feel like an icebox. We lived under the same roof, yet we were not even as close as strangers.

Ten years ago, on the day my family was destroyed, Ezra Ashford promised to marry me.
Ten years passed. He refused to honor that promise, and he refused to mark me. The feral instincts in my blood were growing wilder by the day, pushing me to the brink of madness—yet he turned around, announced his engagement to Ophelia, the beloved daughter of the Silvermane Pack, and casually sold me off to Rhysand, a scarred, half-burned monster who cleaned corpses for a living.
On his wedding night, Ezra actually abandoned Ophelia, kicking down my door in his tailored tuxedo.
Only to freeze in his tracks.
I sat naked on the edge of the bed. Rhysand, the supposedly lowly corpse cleaner, had me wrapped in his arms. The bite mark on the back of my neck was still bleeding.

I thought I was a powerless human in a school full of witches, heirs, and monsters.
Until a black magician tried to kill me.
Until my blood awakened.
Until the boy with phoenix fire knelt bleeding in my arms—and I brought him back from death.
Now everyone wants my secret.
And someone wants me dead.

In high school, my ex only dated me because she needed a dependable errand boy.

I believed it. I tutored her, fixed her grades, rewrote her papers, and cleaned up every mess she made.

Then I overheard her telling her friend, “He’s good at studying. That’s it. Dating him is already me being generous.”

At graduation, she dumped me without hesitation.

Years later, I became the CEO of a public company.

Her company was collapsing—cooked numbers, broken cash flow, investors pulling out—and she needed one deal to survive.

She didn’t know who I was.

She scraped my car in the garage, then warned me not to cling to her, saying the CEO she came to meet was way out of my league.

Then the boardroom door opened. She looked up and saw me in the seat at the head of the table.

She thought I’d use this to get revenge.

I didn’t. I just opened her file and said, “You may begin.”

After being reborn, the first thing my sister and I did was swap our grooms.
In our past life, my gentle sister Elara married Felix Hawthorne, the mafia godfather of Marconi City. Surrounded by a domineering sister-in-law and a scheming, manipulative other woman, she was slowly driven into a corner and died of a broken heart.
Meanwhile, I married the polite, illegitimate son of the Graves family. He was a perfect gentleman, but he just didn't love me. Our marriage lasted three years, and we were separated for two and a half of them.
Then one day, Elara and I woke up at the exact same moment—we had been reborn, back to the very morning we were supposed to sign our marriage agreements...

The moment I gave up wasn't when I found out my husband was cheating. It was when I heard my ten-year-old daughter laugh into the phone and say, "Mom's so clueless. She has no idea about Dad and Summer."

Ten years ago, I was a top biomedical researcher, making six figures. I gave it all up for his promotion and our newborn daughter. Ten years later, the perfect marriage I traded my career and youth for turned out to be nothing but an elaborate lie.

He called me his safe haven, then got in our bed with his mistress and discussed how to keep me in the dark.

This time, I'm not going to cry or make a scene. I'm going to quietly gather my evidence and call the lab director I've turned down seven times.

I spent three years chasing the most popular guy on campus, only to be humiliated in front of the entire school.
My foster family treats me like a live-in maid. My biological father wants to drag me back into the gutter. And the loan sharks have made it clear that in three days, I'll be the one paying for my father's debt.
Everyone is waiting to see me fall apart.
What no one knows is that I already dreamed of the worst future waiting for me.

WARNING: EROTIC!!!

Anastasia used to be her Father's favorite, until the day of her wedding to Alpha Damian of Wolf Blood Pack. The man she once called her mate, rejected her before the people by shaming her as well as her father, and revealing her dirty secret of being a nymphomaniac. Before the people, Damian chose Anastasia's step sister, Cassandra, as his future Luna, shattering poor Anna's heart. Out of shame, her father disowns and kicks her out of his home, not minding what happens to his daughter. Hurt, she seeks to make Damian listen to her cries and innocence, because she was never like this. She just woke up one fateful morning and realized her deepest desire to be touched. She had no answer to this sudden change in her, until she went to see Damian and overheard him, Cassandra, and her stepmother, talking about their involvement in making Anna the freak she is. Heartbroken, Anna cries and runs off to tell her father what she heard, only to be chased by Damian's guards, who were sent by Damian, who picked her scent. When she thought this was the end, a handsome man saves her from being caught, scaring the guards with just a look. Anna thought she was saved, not until she realized that her savior was the dangerous Alpha Diego, who is also a secret Mafia Lord in the underworld. She fears for her life but loses her senses at his feet when her condition kicks in. All she could do was drool over his body, picturing Diego making love to her on the hard ground. Unable to fight this disease, Anastasia did what no one would dare to do.

Tempt the Alpha Lord.

"Where do you think you're going?" A deep cold voice resounded behind her.

"Far away from you," Rachael snapped, turning around to face him but instantly bit her tongue when she saw the deadly glare and his handsome expressionless face.

"I just saved your life, you almost died," he pointed out like she was supposed to thank him. After everything he did to her, saving her was just not enough.

she shivered and wrapped her arms around her wet body, her clothes drenched while she tried to cover herself like it'd take the cold and loneliness away.

"Should I be thanking you?" she asked with a brow raised and she couldn't help but wonder where she got the courage from.

"What else should I do then for you to know how I feel?" he asked, his voice gradually rising for the first time.

"Nothing! why?! because I'll never forgive you. you killed my father and I hate you!" Rachael yelled, the cold giving her the courage and boldness she never had.

Derek stood there with a surprised look she never thought he could make. slowly his eyes turned dark and cold, his jaw clenched as he walked closer to her. She moved against the wall in fright as he neared her, his face just an itch away from hers as he clenched his fists.

"fuck!" he exclaimed unexpectedly, punching the wall behind her and it made her flinch back in shock and fear. He stared at her with his bloodshot eyes while he breathed heavily before he walked past her.

She quickly fell down on the cold ground and sat on her legs, unable to keep herself up. She wept bitterly, she just missed her dad so much but he was gone, he killed her father.

“Maverick, you never loved me all these years, did you?”

“Be good. You're just a substitute.”

___ 

Never did Valencia expect that what her crush thought of her was a substitute for another woman. 

And never did she expect that the asshole would break the news to her after she gave herself to him a night before their wedding. 

Unable to take in the heartbreak, Valencia fled on her wedding day. 

Fast-forward to five years later; Valencia is now the anonymous owner of a company and the diligent mother of smart-ass quadruplets who think mom is the best and shouldn't be stressed.

And the most important thing: Mom needs a capable boyfriend. 

Someone dared to attack their mommy? Mom will face-slap, and if Mom can't, Quadruplet will!  

A certain shameless man: ‘Darling, relax; I'll properly beat them up for you. After the beating, what do you think we should have next—a triplet or a sextuplet?’

Valencia: “….”

Smartass quadruplets: Didn't you consider Mom to be a substitute? Scram. We don't recognize you!

"Take off your panties, princess. I want to see the pussy that’s been soaking the sheets and moaning my name in her sleep every night, while wearing my son’s ring.”

"Yes, daddy."



Reina thought marriage meant love. But for two long, aching years, all it gave her was cold nights and a husband who never touched her.

She was starving.

And Domenico Gravano—her devil father-in-law—was the only man who ever made her feel full.

He’s twice her age. Deadly. Filthy rich, and built like a god. The kind of man who doesn’t ask. He takes. And when he sees the way she shivers under his stare, he doesn’t hesitate. He gives her everything she's always wanted.

It’s forbidden. It's filthy.
And it’s about to become her obsession.

But Domenico doesn’t do soft. He doesn’t do love. He does control. He does power. He does ownership.

And Reina?
She’s about to find out what happens when a Gravano decides to make you moan… and never stop.

He’s her father-in-law.
He’s her first real pleasure.
He’s the man who will destroy them both… just to keep her.

Bree remembers the time in high school when Trent almost kissed her. Now, years later, she's still thinking about what could've been. She graduates from college and becomes a successful musician, but when she's hired to sing at a wedding, she has no idea what she's walking into.
Trent fell in love with Bree when they were just kids, but the timing was never right. So... he's with someone else, and he loves her. But when Bree is hired to sing at his wedding, all of those old feelings come back. How can he break off what he has with his fiancee for what might be with Bree?
Will the two of them ever get together?

"Now I'm going to bend you over and fuck you."
"Right now.. Hard.. And I'm not pulling out until I'm satisfied."
He didn't give her a second to think. He spun her around, her ass up, leg spread, pussy soaked waiting.
"Fuck!!!" He growled behind her, one hand grabbing her hip, the other spreading her legs wider.
"Look at this pussy.. Begging to be ruined."
She was rejected by the mate she loved… and now she's his brother's pawn.
Kaelen Veyr, cursed and feared, buys Sylvara Rynne… not for love, but to make his step-brother angry.
She's stubborn, fiery, and refuses to be tamed…but every clash with him sparks a dangerous desire neither can deny. A game of revenge. A storm of lust. And a fire that could destroy them both.

It was supposed to be a simple final-year party for Lalissa McKenzie, but it turned out to be more than that.
One drunken mistake. One wild sinful night with a complete stranger.
A night of forbidden pleasure, awakened desires.
It was supposed to be a one-time mistake. One she'd forget with time.
But no—her life changed when she found out the same stranger was her soon-to-be stepfather—
Cassian Reid.
He makes her his prey. One he'd taint in his darkest, forbidden desires.
She tries to resist him. She tries to stop.
But she can't.
Not when his touch, his breath, his eyes, his dirty words pull her deeper into temptation.
This wasn't meant to happen.
But it did.
She craves every sin. Every taboo.
Just as much as he craves her.
What happens when her mother discovers their dirty little secret?
Will Cassian's past destroy them?
When Lance, her best friend, joins the chaotic game of love and war, does he stand a chance against the devil she has surrendered herself to?
Caught between her fairy-tale dream and her newfound obsession, new secrets begin to unfold—and the taboo prevails.
The forbidden sin between stepfather and stepdaughter grows deeply. Darker.
In their world of unending desires.

Luca is a gay little Don of the Italian Mafia. He is in love with his second-in-command, Marco. What will Marco think when he finds out he is a little? The big bad Mafia boss is actually. A sweet, innocent boy behind closed doors. What will happen when the rival Don finds out about his secret? What will Luca and Marco do about everything that is happening? What will his family and crew think about him being a little gay boy? Will they still be able to follow him as their leader, or will it all crack under pressure?

After Amelia has woken from the encounter with the fates, she must find a way to prevent her own death. Only as her day goes on she realizes nothing is like it had been in the vision she saw of her future.

An internal struggle for her to emerge as the white wolf send her into an encounter with a blood beast, who succeeds in enticing her. That is until they are interrupted by the arrival of her mate.
Nothing is how it should be and it is going to take every alley she has to find out why, and maybe a little help from an enemy....

The future is never set in stone....and sometimes you need to break all the rules.

This is the sequel to the book 'More Than Me', it can be read as a standalone.

They say the devil knows your name before you ever see his face.

Cedric Santos learns this truth in the private booth of New York’s most exclusive club, serving champagne to the man who holds his family’s life in his hands. Gianni Falcone, New York’s newest kingpin, smiles like he knows every secret Cedric is hiding. Because he does.

Desperate to pay his father’s $500,000 mafia debt, Cedric agrees to work undercover for the police with Gianni as the target. Except Gianni is actually Gus Franco, the invisible boy from high school who witnessed Cedric’s greatest humiliation. Who has been obsessively in love with him for six years, who orchestrated everything; the debt, the desperation, and the carefully constructed trap, just to make Cedric his.

What starts as espionage turns into seduction. Every touch is a claim, every kiss is a threat, and Cedric finds himself falling for the monster who destroyed his life to remake it in his image.

Detective Marcus Chen offers a way out, but Gianni offers everything else, only if Cedric surrenders to him completely.

In a game where love and control are indistinguishable, the only way out is deeper in.

BLURB

Vivienne Laurent publicly kissed the wrong man to escape a forced blind date, only to discover the stranger is Raphael Moreau, Marseille’s most powerful, most untouchable billionaire who now needs a fiancée in three days to save his empire.

One reckless kiss turns into a city-wide fake engagement, ten hypercars of betrothal gifts, and a war with her scheming stepmother who will sell Vivienne’s future to the highest bidder.

She wanted revenge on the world that tried to cage her. He wanted a temporary wife. Neither counted on the moment tiptoe kisses stopped being pretend and started feeling like forever.

In three days they have to marry… or lose everything, including each other.

Madison Trent has a hidden secret, but not for long once a charming, antagonistic dominant named Zack Downs enters the picture. Madison, a single independent woman who refuses to be owned, finds herself in Zack’s arms when the mafia’s seedy underbelly sets their sites on her. Will Maddie accept his help or will she let her fear consume her?

"I'm a fucker, remember? And I wouldn't mind bending you over the kitchen counter."
Moana Queens has two rules: stay on top, and never become her mother.
She's spent her entire life watching her mother fall for the wrong men. Men who promise forever, take what they want, and leave. That's why Dylan Dickson should be the last person she ever wants.
He's arrogant, infuriatingly brilliant, and the only student capable of beating her at anything. Worse, he's the school's most notorious playboy, a boy who never stays long enough for feelings to matter.
Then her mother gets engaged. To Dylan's father.
Overnight, her academic rival becomes her stepbrother.
Living under the same roof was never supposed to be a problem. Not when they can't go five minutes without arguing. Not when she knows exactly what kind of boy Dylan is.
But the more she tries to stay away from him, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension that's always existed between them.
Moana refuses to risk her mother's happiness for a boy.
Dylan refuses to pretend he doesn't want her.
And when keeping their distance starts feeling impossible, they're forced to decide which line is more dangerous: the one they're not supposed to cross, or the one they've been pretending doesn't exist.

After being disowned by her father following his remarriage, Lola, along with her sister and brother, had no other choice but to turn to her friend Ella for help since their mother had left the country. However, Ella's assistance came with a condition - Lola had to go on a blind date in her place. Despite her initial reservations about Ella's father's high-ranking position in the army, Lola agreed to the condition to secure a place to stay. Ella provided Lola with some tips to sabotage the date. Meanwhile, Tony, who had been adopted by Mr. Lopez after his mother abandoned him, traveled from Los Angeles to New York to go on a blind date with General Gordon's daughter. Despite Lola's best efforts to repel him, Tony was determined to make the date work as instructed by Mr. Lopez.

Hazel Rowan has spent her entire life skating away from poverty.
Gifted, relentless, and hungry for more, she claws her way out of her poor hometown when a prestigious scholarship carries her into the glittering city of Westbourne; where wealth gleams, ambition is rewarded, and dreams feel permanent.

Then, in a single brutal moment on the ice, everything collapses. A devastating fall during a performance costs Hazel her scholarship, her future, and her dreams of being rich.

Forced back into Hollowbridge; the town she swore she'd never return to, Hazel refuses to let go of skating. To her, poverty isn't just a circumstance; it's a fate she's determined to outrun. But Hollowbridge isn't as she expected it to be, as she crosses paths with people who challenge her beliefs, Hazel begins to see the world she despised in a different light.

And then there's him, the last person she ever expected to care about, let alone fall for. The one she judged, resented, and wanted nothing to do with.

As Hazel fights to reclaim her dream, she’s forced to confront what success really means, how far resentment can take you, and whether escaping where you come from is the same as moving forward… or just another way to fall.
Note: Messy teen drama. Angst, humor, chaos. Multiple POVs. Some disturbing backstories.

Warning:18+ONLY/BDSM


I inserted the dildo into my hole and bega an thrusting it. As I pressed the dildo's greatest vibration, one of my hands was gripping the chair's top for support. "Ngh!" I couldn't help but move my hips and let out moans because I was the only perso on in the office, and 1 knew no one was coming in so l let my voice echo in Travis's room.
The smell of the room adds to my wetness because it smells of Travis's perfume. "AHHH!" I didn’t know how to bennd my toes when 1 reached the end.I cum too fast so perhaps I still haven't done enough.
But before lcould do the next round, I covered my eyes because of the light turning on. Simultaneously hitting ththe eye of the man 1 have long admired is the slipping of the dildo from my pussy and its fall to the floor.


For them, Athena Scott is practically ideal, aspirant, honest,and above all, seldom carried away in simple things. That is where they make a mistake.
What theydon't realize, despite the kind face and angelic appearance, is that she is a sex addict who has nothing to do but experience the desire of the body. "When you accept to be my BDSM slave, I will erase thesensitive body you feel." Travis Vuk, my unrequited love.
Can he truly feel love for me in a domineering relationship,regardless of the fact that we are surrounded by pure sex toys and adult tools.