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A promise marked by destiny. A love that defies the rules.
David Donovan, a successful CEO trapped by the demands of his powerful family, finds the woman he’s been searching for his entire life: Sarai, a humble waitress with a flower-shaped birthmark he could never forget. She doesn’t remember him, but he knows—she’s the girl who once saved his life.
Defying his mother, his fiancée, and everything his last name stands for, David offers her a contract marriage: one year to fall in love… or walk away forever.
Caught in a web of secrets, schemes, and a family determined to tear her apart, Sarai must choose between guarding her heart or risking it all for a love that seems written by fate.

In a world where Lycans rule and werewolves bow,
Twenty one year-old Venessa Milan knows her place—
at the bottom.

Bullied, overlooked, and rejected by her fated mate in front of the entire pack, Venessa’s heartbreak becomes the latest joke at her expense. But her life shatters in a way no one expects when her twin sister—the intended bride of the Lycan Prince vanishes the night before her royal wedding.

And Venessa is forced to take her place.

Dragged to the Palace as a substitute bride, Venessa braces herself for humiliation… until she looks into the eyes of the Lycan Prince and feels the mate bond ignite for the second time.

He feels it too.
He just refuses to acknowledge it.

The prince is cold, ruthless, and hiding something darker than anyone knows. A curse rots him from the inside out—one that steals his strength, his sanity, and his sleep. He needs an heir to break it… and believes Venessa is nothing more than a convenient womb, a temporary solution.

But Venessa is not what he expected.
Witty. Warm. Brave.
And the one person whose touch eases his pain.

As enemies circle the palace—jealous lovers, hidden witches, traitorous guards and as the curse begins to spiral out of control, the prince finds himself drawn to the girl he tried so hard to ignore.

He wanted a bride he wouldn’t care about.
He got the mate destiny refused to give him the first time.

And Venessa, who swore she’d never love again, must decide whether to protect a Lycan who once treated her like a burden… or walk away and let the curse consume him.

Because loving him could save his life.
But it could destroy hers.

To save her kingdom, Princess Elara of Vareth is given to the Devil’s son. But her new husband, Azael, seems more human than monster, and far too familiar.

When she finds a garden filled with statues carved in her image, she realizes her fate didn’t begin the night she met him. It began centuries ago, when she was Seraphine, the first Bride of Flame.

Now trapped in a cycle of love, death, and rebirth, Elara must uncover the truth behind the pact that binds their souls. Each secret she unravels draws her closer to the truth, and to the fire that could either save or destroy them both.

In a realm built on promises and ash, love might be her greatest curse of all.

She has always been the maid in her parents' house.
He is the king of the world.

Thalassa has a challenging life with her alcoholic parents. Her desire is to get rid of them and leave with her sister Yvonne to build a better life. No matter how hard they try, their father always finds them and forces them to return. Until the day when strange men invade their home and make a bombshell revelation: their father is a fairy. As if that weren't strange enough, the great king of Eldoria (in her opinion, the sexiest man in the world) is looking for Thalassa because of a strange prophecy.
A Magical Kingdom, incredible creatures, passionate love, and many mysteries await Thalassa in Eldoria.

On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Saffron "Saffy" Callan believes her greatest challenges are high school graduation and saying a temporary goodbye to her human boyfriend, Sam, before they head to college. But Saffy’s life is built on a foundation of secrets. For years, her parents have suppressed her true nature, hiding the fact that she is a Werewolf Shapeshifter. As the moon rises on her birthday, the "fever" she’s been fighting culminates in a violent first shift, shattering her human reality and dragging her into a world of ancient laws and primal instincts.

Following her transformation, Saffy is uprooted from the neon glow of the city and taken deep into the wilderness to the Pack’s hidden village. Here, she learns the crushing weight of her heritage: she has been betrothed since birth to Danny, the future Alpha. Danny is the embodiment of everything Saffy was taught to fear—powerful, intensely loyal to the pack, and unnervingly certain that Saffy belongs by his side. As he trains her to master her wolf and assume the mantle of Luna, Saffy finds herself drawn to his strength.

However, the laws of the Pack are absolute. The Law of the Veil mandates that no human can know their secret. If Saffy chooses her heart and returns to Sam, she must undergo the agonizing Severance Ritual, losing her wolf and being exiled from her family forever. If she embraces her destiny with Danny, Sam must believe she is dead, or risk being "silenced" to protect the Pack. Caught between the boy who loves her soul and the man who commands her instinct, Saffy must decide if she is willing to kill the girl she was to become the leader she was born to be.

This is a m/f/m erotica

With the witches at war with the werewolves and vampires, it's up to King Allesandro to step up and eliminate the threats. But then something happens. He finds his beloved. He never thought he and his brother could ever find their mate. They never wanted one... until her. The obedient servant to the twin vampires. They love to share her and make her succumb to their needs. And she loves to serve them.

For twenty years, Belle Sloan believed she had the perfect life, a loving husband, a devoted son, and a powerful business empire. But one shocking revelation shatters everything. The son she raised isn't hers. Her husband and stepsister have secretly loved each other for years. And the family she sacrificed everything for was nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

Before I died, I married mob boss Dante in my sister's place.

Five years of marriage, and I was nothing but her replacement. He hated me for stealing her spot. My parents were ashamed I couldn't make him love me. Everyone just waited for her to come back.

Christmas Eve—fire tore through the mountain estate. Dante's first move? Sprint straight to my sister, fresh off the plane. My parents escaped right behind him. Nobody remembered the pregnant wife locked in the dressing room. Smoke and flames took me and my baby while they held each other outside, celebrating they'd made it out alive.

I opened my eyes on the day they cornered me with divorce papers.

My parents threw the documents at me. My sister stood there smirking, ready to slide into my place. This time? I didn't cry. Didn't beg. I picked up the pen and signed.

They wanted me gone? Done.

My mate lost his memory and fell in love with another woman.

Alpha Killian Cross forgot our five-year bond after a rogue attack. Sandra, the Omega who saved him, became his new obsession. I fought to restore his memories—and succeeded.

But the day he remembered me was the day Sandra killed herself. Killian blamed me for her death and chose to hate me instead.

When rogues attacked our pack, he died taking a hit meant for me. His last words? "I wish you'd never made me remember. I wish you'd let me love her."

Now I'm back—reborn to the day I first found him with Sandra. This time, I won't fight for his memories. This time, I'll let him keep his happiness with her.

Even if it kills me all over again.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

Five years ago, on my wedding day, my fiancé Vincent fucked my best friend in the bridal suite.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my husband—the most powerful Mafia boss in Naples. At Atelier Milano, my former best friend Bianca circled my custom gown like a vulture, pestering the staff about meeting the legendary Mrs. Salvatore.

She had no idea the woman she pitied as a pathetic nobody was the very person she was dying to impress.

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

"You sure dispatch called this... natural causes?" I gripped the steering wheel, staring at the perfect suburban house.
"That's what they said," Gates muttered. The victim's father, Arthur, stood at the door in pressed khakis, weeping.
He swore his daughter, Grace, died in her sleep last night after eating vanilla pudding.
But the moment we stepped inside, a suffocating cocktail of cheap lavender spray and rotting meat punched me in the sinuses.
In the living room, SpongeBob SquarePants was blasting at maximum volume. Grace was slumped in a recliner. When Gates gently pinched her wrist to lift her arm, a sickeningly soft, tearing rip echoed in the room.
Her grayish skin completely degloved, fused to the leather armrest. Beneath the liquefied muscle tissue, frantic rows of tiny white maggots wriggled into the exposed bone.
A body that died "last night" doesn't breed maggots.

This monster leaned in close, looking at me like I'm sort of ant, and roared right at my face.
I almost passed out from fright at the sight of the beast.
'Is this how I die?' I questioned as I shook fraily under the best.
When our eyes met, something stood out and for some reason, I instantly knew who it was.
It was Kieran Blackwood. The Exiled Alpha.

***

Lilith’s life has always been defined by duty. Raised by Alpha Zander after being orphaned, she is now bound to marry his son and become Luna of the Silverfang Pack, a fate she never chose. But on the day she’s forced to the altar, her world is upended when a rogue alpha, Kieran Blackwood—the Exiled Alpha feared across the land—attacks, leaving chaos in his wake and taking Lilith hostage.
In the shadow of old enemies and pack rivalries, Kieran is hiding secrets of his own, and Lilith might be the key to his redemption—or his downfall. As war looms and enemies close in, Lilith must decide where her heart truly lies... before it's too late.

What is fate? Waking up three days after you rejected your fated mates in front of the entire school, with the memories of your husband's betrayal still burning in your chest? Or finding out that the only way to save your empire is to compete for love on national television—against the man who murdered you?

Make your pick.

Odessa Montgomery died at thirty—cheated on, poisoned, and blown to pieces by the husband she trusted. Then she opened her eyes at twenty-one, three days after the mating gala where she publicly rejected the De Luca triplets. The rejection is still fresh. The whole school is still talking. And Damien Gracias, her charming hockey-star boyfriend, has no idea she remembers every lie he ever told her.

She dumps him. Publicly. Brutally. But freedom comes at a cost. Her grandfather's will is clear: find a mate or lose the Montgomery empire. With Damien out and the De Luca triplets—her humiliated fated mates—lurking in her past, her options are nothing.

Then comes Moonlit Bonds, a televised competition where unmated shifters compete for love and a life-changing prize. Win, and her inheritance is hers. Lose, and lose everything.

There's just one problem. Damien and his true mate, Sarah, have joined the show, hoping to legitimize their bond on camera. And the De Luca triplets are also contestants—three alphas she rejected, two who bullied her, and one who has never stopped watching.

Now Odessa is trapped in a villa with cameras in every corner, a public audience that votes on her fate, and enemies who want her dead.

She came to win.

She might just find revenge.

But falling for the enemy? That was never part of the plan.

“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling fantasy author Morgan Rice comes a new series for middle grade readers—and adults, too! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!THE MAGIC FACTORY: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK ONE) tells the story of 11 year old Oliver Blue, a boy unloved by his hateful family. Oliver knows he is different, and senses that he holds powers that others do not. Obsessed with inventions, Oliver is determined to escape his horrible life and make his mark on the world.When Oliver is moved to yet another awful house he is put into in a new sixth grade, one even more terrifying than the last. He is bullied and excluded, and sees no way out. But when he stumbles across an abandoned invention factory, he wonders if his dreams might be about to come true.Who is the mysterious old inventor hiding in the factory? What is his secret invention?And will Oliver end up transported back in time, to 1944, to a magical school for kids with powers to rival his own?An uplifting fantasy, THE MAGIC FACTORY is book #1 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a series of shocking twists. It will make you fall in love with Oliver Blue, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #2 in the series (THE ORB OF KANDRA) and Book #3 (THE OBSIDIANS) are now also available! “The beginnings of something remarkable are there.” --San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

Do all men lose interest in their wives after marriage?

We’ve been married for five years, and he never touched me.

At first he said he wasn’t well, so I was understanding. Later he recovered, but still kept me far away.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my sister came in for a check-up, clearly pregnant with his child.

The truth hit me hard: he wasn’t incapable. He was just incapable with me.

I drew up the divorce papers, ready to end this empty marriage.

On the reason for divorce, I wrote with my own hand:

“Male sexual dysfunction; no marital relations in five years.”

He only smiled coldly when he saw it.

A week later, in the urology clinic.

I put on my medical gloves, looked at him, and said calmly:

“Sir, will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”

His disapproval didn’t take away my confidence.

I still embraced better things in my career and love life!

But his life started to be filled with one accident after another.

A red dragon heir locked me in an iron shed and scorched me with his breath for ten minutes straight.Didn't kill me.He woke a Black Dragon buried under a three-hundred-year curse.The Tri-Dragon Council tore down my home, beat my father, threw me in jail, and live-streamed it all so the whole city could laugh.What they didn't know: every ancestor's soul in the Black Dragon cemetery had fused into me.I smashed through the Council's dome and slammed the dissolution order onto the table.

After a painful loss and with overwhelming uncertainty knocking at her door, Lunna Rivera feels lost once again, accompanied by fear. She still feels like the little girl shaking in fear under the covers, wishing her heartbeat would calm down. However, she discovers something: true love. Will love to rise like a rainbow after the storm? She and Adam will face several difficulties that will test their love and feelings, putting their hearts to the test. Will this burn love stay alive? Will Adam finally fight for his first love? And will Luna learn to see beyond appearances to discover the truth?

However, for Lunna, trusting her heart means a path that should not be followed, something deceitful and cruel. She prefers not to think about it because it causes fear and reminds her of the child who cried under the sheets, wondering why her heart was bleeding again.

Luna must heal her broken heart, while Adam faces his own internal battles. Will it be possible to overcome past mistakes and find redemption? Will the love between Luna and Adam withstand all trials? They explore pain, overcoming, and the search for true connection. Confronting their weaknesses and traumas, both want to rekindle the flame of love that once brought them together. Secrets will be revealed, difficult choices will be made, the courage to forgive and start over will be fundamental.

Will destiny have a happy ending in store for Luna and Adam?

“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling fantasy author Morgan Rice comes a new series for middle grade readers—and adults, too! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!In THE ORB OF KANDRA: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK TWO), 11 year old Oliver Blue is back in the present day, racing to save Armando before his destined moment to die.But when Oliver learns that the sacred Orb of Kandra has been stolen, he knows it is up to him—and him alone—to save the school. And the only way is to travel back in time, to the England of 1690s, and to save one very important person: Sir Isaac Newton.The Obsidian School, meanwhile, has powerful seers of its own, and all are bent on Oliver’s destruction. And when they enlist and transform Oliver’s bully brother, Chris, it may just mean a fight to the death.An uplifting fantasy, THE ORB OF KANDRA is book #2 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a series of shocking twists. It will make you fall in love with Oliver Blue, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #3 in the series (THE OBSIDIANS) is now also available!“The beginnings of something remarkable are there.” --San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?"

Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze.

"Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?"

Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck."

"Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?"

Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg."

Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name."

He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?"

"Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing."

He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.

我躺在那里，脸埋在妈妈那破烂的阴部黏稠的残骸里，她疲惫的身体像被征服的战利品一样瘫坐在我身上。房间里弥漫着精液、粪便和汗水的臭味——我们的宿舍兄弟们早已离开，笑得前仰后合。索菲的大腿在我耳边颤抖，浓密的阴唇还在抽动，把群交鸡尾酒渗到我嘴唇上。心跳加速，我僵住了。她看见我看着那场肮脏的节目——她那精英律师的伪装破碎了，沦为室友们喝尿、舔屁股的荡妇。

“嗯......伊桑？”她的声音哽咽，喉咙交欢后沙哑，呼吸热烈地吹在我额头上。没有愤怒——只有带着羞愧的欲望。“宝贝......你尝过所有的......通过我。舔得更深。妈妈现在需要她的乖孩子。”

操。界限模糊了。咬紧牙关逃跑？还是直接跳进去，抢先吃到的？她的臀部磨蹭着，强迫我的舌头进入。无处可逃。这就是我们的新地狱——天堂。

“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling author Morgan Rice comes a new series for fantasy and middle grade readers (and adults, too)! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!In THE SCEPTER OF FIRE: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK FOUR), 12 year old Oliver Blue is dispatched on an urgent mission to save The School for Seers. He must travel back in time, to Florence, 1592, to find the only artifact that can save them all.Yet the secret is guarded by none other than Galileo himself.As Oliver searches for one of the great scientists and inventors of all time, the man who invented the telescope and who discovered planets, Oliver must wonder: is a he a seer, too? And what other secrets is he holding?His brother Chris, more powerful than ever, remains determined to kill Oliver for all time. Oliver soon realizes it is a race against time, as the fate of the school—and of the world—is at stake.An uplifting fantasy, THE SCEPTER OF FIRE is book #4 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a string of shocking surprises. It will make you fall in love with OLIVER BLUE, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #5 in the series will be available soon! “The beginnings of something remarkable are there.”--San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

I have everything in my life all figured out. My job in a Manhattan empire is perfect, allowing me to maintain a quiet and organized existence. After a childhood filled with painful memories, abuse, and a useless mother, this sense of security is a necessity for me. But along with it comes a problem that could disrupt everything I thought I needed.

My promotion places me in close proximity to Jacob Carrero, a young, incredibly attractive, and playboy billionaire with a notorious reputation. I now find myself stuck as his right-hand man, spending every waking moment with him. It doesn't take long for me to realize that he's exactly the type of person who could drive me crazy, and not in a good way. We're like chalk and cheese. He's impulsive, confident, laid-back, dominant, and enjoys casual sex and dating without much thought. I, on the other hand, am compulsive, reserved, and cautious.

Despite his carefree attitude, Jacob is the only one who can break through my composed exterior. He's not phased by my closed-off demeanor and cool manners. But as much as I may want to, letting him into my heart is another thing entirely. My painful past has made me wary of men, and I have no desire to let anyone get close enough to hurt me again.

However, Jacob Carrero is not someone who takes no for an answer. He wants to be more than just another person seeing my façade, who is learning how to break through my defenses.

What should I do?

Being a lone wolf, Zezi decided to chose a mate for herself. She ended up with the Beta of her pack and they had a daughter. They were living happily until an Empire of Vampires who were believed to have been wiped out resurfaced and started attacking the werewolves massively.

Her Alpha, the King of all werewolves in Teeland, decided to fight them back but soon realized that the vampires couldn't be defeated. Left with no other choice, he decided to sign their King's Submission Deal.

Everything was going according to plan until, Zezi found herself sharing a reckless gaze with the Vampire King - The very King of Darkness.

His eyes are open, they are black. His wolf is out with him, there is lust in them. He looks straight at me.

He grabs me by the waist and slams his lips down hard on my mouth.

His tongue slips into my mouth without any trouble and is fucking my mouth with his tongue. He turns us, so we are heading towards something, he still slides his tongue in my mouth.

Fuck this feels so good.

I have wanted him since he came back home.

I am slammed against a tree, hard, he lifts me up by the waist. I wrap my legs around him. I am not wearing any underwear under this dress, I wanted to get fucked by him tonight and I am. He leaves my mouth and starts kissing down my neck, I can feel one hand going to my pussy, and he sticks his finger in. I am wet, he growls into me. He goes for his zipper, he pulls down his pants and boxers so they are on his thighs, and he keeps sucking and kissing my neck. I can feel his hard cock under me, he is really big and hard. He pulls back and lines his cock up with my soaking wet pussy. He rams himself hard.

Panther shifter Izzy has the power so rare that it magnifies with every emotion she has. However, she has been through so much in the last 10 years. She was abandoned by her werewolf father and had to deal with her mother’s death. Her auntie Kat then took her in and they had to move around a lot over the years after a tragic time. Now Kat wants Izzy to stay with her in the town that she left ten years ago. When she arrives, everything comes to light. Secrets and everything from the past comes at her all at once and she has to deal with her fated mate, the Alpha Blake.

My lips parted, ready to inquire as to what he was up to, but his nose pressed against the crease of my neck, and I heard him take a long breath. I trembled, perplexed by his actions until it dawned on me.

There was the minty citrus aroma from his orange tic tacs, as well as the masculine musky scent that all dominating males have, with a tinge of woodsmoke and leather underneath. It all screamed powerful man, which was one of my flaws as a little gay Omega.

I whimpered, my body reacting to his aroma and proximity. I was perplexed and a little disturbed that my brother's best buddy was making me feel this way. My instincts had me baring my throat to the larger man, who approved with a faint growl.

"Tomy?" I murmured, still unclear of what was going on. Not that I had any idea what was going on. I simply know he smells great, and I'm getting a little horny right now.

As he examined me, his brows wrinkled, his gaze lingering on my Batman pajama pants. I squeaked as I saw them colored a little and covered myself with my hands.

As Tomy's dark brown eyes met mine, my face heated. As he leaned back in, a slow grin pulled up one side of his mouth, and I trembled once more.

My breath was seized as his lips brushed towards my ear.

"You fucking smell so wonderful, Louis." At the sound of his rough voice, I let out a stifled whimper.

From Friends, Louis who had a crush on his childhood friend Jason, ended up to be his brother's Thompson Mate who is Louis's elder brother best friend...such a Love triangle

BxB

After being betrayed by my boyfriend, I immediately turned to his friend, a handsome and wealthy CEO, and slept with him.
I initially thought it was just an impulsive one-night stand, but I never expected that this CEO had been infatuated with me for a long time.
He had approached my boyfriend solely because of me...

Samantha Bennett never expected her impulsive flash marriage to turn into a scandalous encounter in the ER. When an arrogant doctor coldly orders her to undress for treatment, she's mortified—until he pulls down his mask and reveals himself as her newlywed husband, Noah Avery. Charming, powerful, and infuriatingly smug, he's not just a top-tier surgeon. He's also a billionaire.

As their whirlwind marriage collides with real life, sparks fly in the most unexpected places. Things truly explode when her jealous ex barges into the hospital, only to be silenced by a smug husband flashing a marriage certificate and pulling her into his arms.

Caught between a past she wants to forget and a dangerously seductive future, Samantha must decide whether this accidental marriage is her biggest mistake—or the best thing that ever happened to her.

"If I ever have to get married to anyone, I swear on my life that it would not be you!" His index finger almost pushed into me as he pointed them at me and his eyes burned with the rage of hatred and anger.

"And let me make this clear to you Taylor, if—if at all you have your way with me being your husband...your mate," he corrected.

"I'd make sure I will be with other she-wolves and make sure you feel every pain of betrayal; I'll see to it that you feel how I felt when you killed my Odette," he said, walking closer to me. The back of my throat stung with tears that were already brimming.


Odette has always been the apple of everyone's eyes, even after her death. Meanwhile, Taylor was always overlooked, and hated by everyone. Everyone wished for her death --- including her parents, and Killian, her mate. She never had been loved by anyone, always in her sister's shadow but everything changed after her sister's death. Instead of being simply ignored, she was the object of hate, and to be bullied.

Taylor still bore all the guilt, even though she was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess, until she realised, Killian, who always thought Odette as his future Luna to be his mate turned out to be mated to her! Unable to bear the thought that the mate she always wished for to turn out to be the man, who always hated and taunted her, and even mistaking her for Odette, she was at the breaking point!

Determined, she forced Killian to accept her rejection. But what will happen when Killian realises the truth behind the plot, and instantly regrets it? Will he chase her back? Will Taylor forgive and accept him, or will she never forgive, and be with the man she's destined to be with?

For three years, she was his devoted wife in the shadows and his flawless secretary in the light. She gave him everything—until she miscarried their child alone and discovered their marriage was a legal lie. Now, his scheming mistress has returned, taking her job, her reputation, and his cold-hearted loyalty.

Publicly humiliated, betrayed, and left with nothing, she realizes love was her greatest weakness. But a shattered woman can become the most dangerous warrior. With nothing left to lose, she begins her final, calculated move. As she walks away forever, she holds the power to burn his perfect world to the ground.

Will her silence be her revenge, or will his belated regret become his final punishment?

All her life, Caroline used to believe werewolves are fantasy creatures. Not until her 18th birthday was Caroline told that she was adopted and to make her feel worse, she was adopted into a werewolf family. More importantly, she was her stepbrother's Mate and her stepbrother is an Alpha. Just when Caroline was blending into the situation, she was found by a man who told her he is her real cousin.
She was also told her identity as a Lycan- werewolf's most hated enemy and the only way to live is to escape.
What happens after Cara found out that her mate's grandfather is the one that murdered her parents? Although her mate is one of the leaders in the academy, what if other leaders did not accept Lycans? Will Caroline run from the academy or will she fight against them to be with her mate?

"12 hours before this full moon ends. You'll make the last Lycan take your virginity"
"12 hours? What happens if I can't?"
"You'll die."
The last Lycan went crazily every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf. I was the chosen virgin. Surprisingly, sleeping with the Devil made me stronger.

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."
If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell.

When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.

Natalie Brooks, the young lady of the Brooks family, hid her identity to marry Samuel Morgan for love. The three-year cold marriage ended with a divorce when his first love, Lily, returned. Natalie left proudly, returning to her home, the most powerful Brooks family in New York, with her four talented brothers.
Natalie gradually transformed into a strong businesswoman. Samuel was surprised because Natalie was completely different from the image of the weak wife she had been before. He began to waver, remembering the years of living together, but was still surrounded by Lily's weak pretense.
Although Natalie was divorced, she still had lingering feelings, but she chose to strongly confront him, determined to prove her worth. From here, she continuously confronted Samuel and Lily, both to regain what she had lost and to force them to regret ever looking down on her. Meanwhile, Lily always played the role of the "weak girl", taking advantage of Samuel's pity, but she increasingly revealed her jealousy and hypocrisy. Natalie's brothers – especially Nathaniel Brooks and Henry Brooks – were fiercely protective of their sister and wanted Samuel to repent for what he had done to Natalie.

How ridiculous! My husband, my lover, my former brother-in-law...
He hates me for killing the woman he loved—my sister!
He hates me for forcing him to marry me at his beloved’s funeral!
He hates the fact that it wasn’t me who died!
Yet he fell in love with my body!
“Consider this payment for your hard work last night. Take the money and get out.”
As he raped me, as his penis thrust into me again and again, he kept shouting my sister’s name, repeating “I love you” over and over—yet when he woke up, he wanted nothing more than to kill me.
He doesn’t know that I’ve wanted to die ever since the moment my sister died for me!
He certainly doesn’t know that my death will be the key to unlocking his own living hell!

"Say it like you mean it, darling," he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, "and I might stop."
My mother got remarried... and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me "stepsister. "
But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It's anything but brotherly. There's something wrong with them. Something not... human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they're angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don't know what they are. But I know one thing... whatever's hunting me now, I won't survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words.
I should run. I should fight. But the truth is... part of me doesn't want to escape. Because whatever they are... I crave it. And once they claim me, there's no coming back. One more thing... All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there's one in particular... One...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It's dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, "Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt. " But if this is not, then...

I lived as the Smiths’ daughter for seventeen years, only to find out one day that I was never really one of them—a fake heiress from the start. I didn’t hesitate. I cut all ties with the Smith family and returned to the struggling Johnsons. I didn’t even bother to pack—just took my phone and left.
People said I was in for a rough time. After all, I’d never gotten along with the Smith brothers, and now that I’d lost everything, they thought things could only get worse.
But what they didn’t know was this: the world-famous designer is my friend, the legendary doctor is my mentor, and the CEO of a major company is my childhood friend.
As for me, I’m a hit composer, a mysterious sculptor, and a young entrepreneur.
My classmates say I’m neither Ms. Smith nor Ms. Johnson—I belong to myself.
But my childhood friend just laughs and says, “She belongs to me, too.”