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My wife is the city's renowned "Community Angel." She donates every single cent of her high salary to the poor, all to buy herself a saintly reputation.
Meanwhile, as her husband, I spend my days rolling beneath cars in a factory, covered in grease, juggling four credit cards just to keep our large family afloat.
My parents-in-law survive on the expensive, imported life-saving meds I pay for, yet they constantly mock me for being a powerless nobody;
My own children attend private schools on my dime, only to look at me with disgust and call me an embarrassment;
And my wife? Dressed in her high-end couture, she looks down at me and condescendingly urges, "For the sake of the poor children, why don't you get another part-time job and just endure it a little longer?"
Looking at this den of parasites sucking the life out of me, a sudden, overwhelming wave of disgust washed over me.
I didn't argue. I silently put away my overdue bills, packed my bags, and completely vanished from this twisted household.
Later, at the highly anticipated Annual Charity Gala, in front of the entire city, I presented her with an ultimate "gift"—

"Daddy... so cold... and it hurts..." When my precious daughter Mia whispered these words in her weak voice, my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
The life-saving medicine was just ten meters away, but that damned anti-magic barrier had become an insurmountable chasm between life and death.
What made me even more furious was that the vampire guarding the gate not only extorted my life savings, but also demanded I kneel like a dog and lick his boots before he would open the door.
He didn't know that if the door stayed closed, it wouldn't just be my daughter who died—his son and mother would perish too!

TW: ABUSE, VIOLENCE, DARK ROMANCE, DADDY KINK
THERE WILL BE MM, MF, and MFMM sex
At 22 years old, Alyssa Bennett returns to her small hometown, fleeing her abusive husband with their seven-month-old daughter, Zuri. Unable to contact her brother, she reluctantly turns to his asshole best friends for help-despite their history of tormenting her. King, the enforcer of her brother's motorcycle gang, the Crimson Reapers, is intent on breaking her. Nikolai aims to claim her for himself, and Mason, ever the follower, is just glad to be part of the action. As Alyssa navigates the dangerous dynamics of her brother's friends, she must find a way to protect herself and Zuri, all while discovering dark secrets that could change everything.

“I need you both inside me—now,” I beg, voice breaking as Casper’s tongue lashes my clit and Cassian’s cock throbs against my lips.

Casper pulls back, eyes blazing. “Tell us, Elowen. Fucking say it.”

I grip them harder, stroking in sync. “I get dripping wet just thinking of you—both of you.”

Cassian snarls, thumb smearing my spit-slick lips. “That’s our filthy girl.” He flips me onto hands and knees, trapped between them.


Elowen Hartley, Thornwood Pack Beta’s overlooked daughter, flees abusive ex Drake after he cheats publicly at the bar. Seeking best friend Cindy, she crashes into Cindy’s twin brothers: hot-headed protector Casper and cool racer Cassian—future Alphas who both claim her.

Drake clings with dirty photos and grudge. Elowen’s mother secretly betrothed her to him. Defiant, Elowen lets both twins mark her, forging a rare double bond that shocks the pack.

As politics ignite and Elowen’s mysterious heritage awakens hidden power, the twins’ love faces a deadly test: protect her, or shatter everything?

Treated like a bargaining chip by her own family and handed to a notorious playboy as a business deal. When she walks away from that arranged marriage, she ends up somewhere far worse. Signed into a cold, loveless contract with Sebastian Hale, New York's most powerful and untouchable billionaire.
He doesn't want a wife. She doesn't want a husband. But one masked night, too much to drink and a stranger whose face she never sees leaves Layla with more than just a memory.
She flees to Paris with nothing but her passport and a secret growing inside her.
Six years later Layla returns to New York as a successful fashion designer with a five year old daughter, Ellie and new life. What she doesn't know is that Sebastian has spent six years searching for her. What he doesn't know is that Ellie is his.
When old enemies force the truth into the open, two people who built walls around everything they feel must decide if what is between them is worth fighting for.
It just might be.

I never imagined I’d end up as Mrs. Alexander Kane. The cold, enigmatic billionaire barely notices anyone—let alone me. But when his grandfather's will demands that he marry and have a child within 18 months, I become his unexpected choice after he dismisses dozens of other women.

Why me? I don’t know. But I’m determined to make him see me as more than just a convenient solution.

Life in his world is nothing like I imagined. Beneath his frosty exterior lies a man haunted by secrets—and the closer I get, the more dangerous it feels. What started as a simple arrangement is quickly becoming something far more complicated. Now, I’m risking everything—including my heart.

Can I melt the heart of a man who’s never believed in love, or will I be the one left shattered and alone?

Who would believe it? After getting drunk, I ended up having a one-night stand with my boss—the untouchable, iceberg-cold Neville Hale!
When I woke up, all I wanted was to pretend nothing ever happened.
But Melina, the girl I'd treated like my own little sister and protected since childhood, stole my identity and became Neville's fiancée, moving into the Hale family estate.
She mocked me as a washed-up woman no man would ever want. When she found out I was pregnant, she thoughtfully sent over "imported prenatal vitamins." I swallowed them with a smile, never realizing they were actually lethal abortion pills...
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She once abandoned him in his poverty, now he has become the judge of her fate

Elena Williams, former heiress of a financial dynasty, never imagined she would reunite with the man she had pushed away three years ago in the midst of a raging fire.

Back then, to save her family, she chose an arranged marriage to wealth, cruelly telling Arthur Kingsley, who was still struggling at the bottom: "You have nothing. What gives you the right to ask me to wait?"

Now, with the Williams family bankrupt, her scumbag fiancé cheats on her with her best friend right in front of her, and even abandons her to die alone in a fire.

The one who saves her from the inferno is the very man she once pushed into the abyss with her own hands—now the king of a financial empire, Arthur Kingsley.

A crushing debt of thirty million dollars falls on her shoulders, and he has blocked every escape route. When she stands before him with nowhere left to turn, the man's eyes burn with the fire of revenge:

"Elena, in these three years—have you spared me a single second of thought?"

"Or have you thrown away everything that was mine, name and all, straight into the garbage?"

He gives her two choices—either produce thirty million dollars, or pay the debt with herself.

But when she truly approaches this dangerous man, she discovers that the occasional red glint in his eyes hides an even greater secret...

She thought this was merely a game of revenge, unaware that she had already fallen into a much deeper trap.

In this battle of money and power, who is the true hunter?

Warning ⚠️ ‼️ ⛔️ This book contains explicit graphic content, blue language and lustful desires | Can 100% make you come, tread with caution🤤💦| Bury yourself in it at your own detriment…or pleasure🥵😋🔞|


I was done suffering! Robin had promised herself. She wouldn’t let fate decide her happiness anymore, neither would her failed relationship.

Happiness was a foreign language for Robin Clay after the deaths of her sisters, the gruesome murder of her parents, and a devastating breakup with her serial cheating fiancée. She had to move past it all; the hurt, betrayal, pain, anguish, and loss.

At the brink of her turning point, she landed a coveted job at McCullen Confectionery, a multi-billion dollar company one could only dream of working for. She soon discovered her boss and CEO, Jack McCullen, was everything she had vowed to never get entangled with; matured, confident, magnetic, powerful, dangerously alluring, and captivatingly beautiful, falters her resolve and leaves her at his mercy.

Jack awakened every disastrous desire in her, one she was unprepared for and deeply ashamed of, especially when she was of the view that, he was committed to another woman.

Yet, what began as a professional interaction between them rapidly spiralled into a passionate, forbidden attraction marked by stolen moments, intense chemistry and a constant conflict between constraint, lust and her morals.

She was torn; suppressing her desires or surrendering to the passion Jack evoked in her—one that felt both intoxicating, sinful and destructive. Packed with a charged, erotic exploration of power; Love, Obsession, Torture explored the thin line between restraint and surrendering to a burning obsession.

Maturity Warning ⚠️
This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised.

He's my Professor. He's my Step father. And he's the only man who devours me at night.

I am a science student who failed every course and was hated by my professor. But on one faithful morning my mum announced a heartbreaking information. She was going to marry the professor I lusted over. The one man I had imagined one day he would pin me down to his bed.

Mr Chadwick is cold, brilliant, and sexy. He hated me for being dull and feminine but behind those eyes filled with fury, his darkest desires loomed around me.

In public, Mr Chadwick is the perfect academic and the perfect step father. But behind closed doors of the study, he is a predator who had discovered my darkest secrets: a sketchbook filled with obsessive drawings of him.

Now, the lessons have changed. Chadwick doesn't want me to study books; he wants me to study him. It was supposed to be a punishment. He curses me on the outside but claims me like a hungry lion every night. Under my mum's roof.

It was supposed to break my spirit. But he found out, he lusted over the very thing he hated.

I am Melissa Copper, chosen by the moon goddess as the fated mate of the Alpha triplets.
I have always dreamt of being their mate but they cruelly discarded me, choosing my Twin sister Amelia over me at the Alphas coronation ceremony.
They have always belonged to her. They despised me, that I know, I have always seen it in their eyes but the mate bond keeps drawing me closer to them.
Now, I have decided to leave, to end the whole circus. I begged them to reject me, but they wouldn't do it.
They wouldn't let me go...


"Melissa, Please come back to us!" They all echoed in unison.
"We want you…we have always wanted you!" Caleb said softly, his voice trailing off his breath, as he pinned me to the wall. I kept staring at his enticing lips, but I shook my head to get rid of the desires burning within me.
"We promise to treat you right!" Cypril said, his breath warm and ticklish against my fingers that he brought up to his lips, as his other hand found its way to the warm spot between my thighs. I clenched my legs together, trying to force out his hands from my thighs but he didn't budge.
"You will always be ours. Just come back already!" Cain pleading eyes met mine, as he leaned in pressing a kiss on my lips, his hands tracing the corner of my ear.
"No." I said, my voice louder than I had expected it to be, especially with their bodies pressed against mine and their lips creating sparks across my body. "I am not coming back...go back to Amelia."

My life completely fell apart when I turned 18. My father's beta killed my family, took control of our pack, and replaced my father as the leader.
"Survive, Emilia," were my mother's last words to me as I became his slave. To disgrace my family, the traitors made me serve guests at a banquet and shot at me. Just when I thought I was going to die, a man stood in front of me. He exuded the strongest ALPHA aura and looked at me with dangerous eyes, saying something that made me tremble: "I want this woman."
Who was he? Why did he want me? Why were his eyes filled with desire and hatred when he looked at me?
"Emilia, you must atone for your father's sins," he said as he tied me to the bed, pinning me down. I felt like this time, I wouldn't be able to escape.

As a wife and mother, she came home one day to find another woman in her place.
That was when she knew. This marriage was beyond saving.
The lies and deception were just a thin veil no one bothered to see through. The favoritism. The blame. Year after year, cutting into her like glass.
When the birthday cake she had fought so hard to get ended up in the trash, she swallowed her tears along with the bitterness.
Giving up became inevitable. So did the divorce.
It wasn't until dust settled on her vanity table that her husband and children finally realized—home had become a cold, empty coffin.

When Bailey Carter walked in on her boyfriend tangled in bed with someone else, she swore she was done with love, and with hockey players.

Now, she is back in Michigan, working nights just to pay her grandmother’s hospital bills, trying to stitch her life back together one piece at a time.

Then he walks in.Orion Hayes—the arrogant, infuriating captain of Michigan’s hockey team, and her ex’s biggest rival.

He is cocky, ruthless and too damn gorgeous for his own good.
When he saves her at a club being bullied, he offers her a deal she can’t refuse—pretend to be his girlfriend to get his family off his back, and he’ll make sure her grandmother gets the best care money can buy.

But what starts as a fake relationship soon blurs into something dangerously real.
Under the swagger and smirk, Orion isn’t who she thought he was.And the more he pulls her into his world, the harder it gets to remember why she should stay away.

Her heart’s already been broken by one hockey player.Falling for another, especially her ex’s rival, might just be the biggest mistake of her life.

“So tell me Zinnia, what do you want?” He asked, his hands slipping between my legs, fingers finding me soaked and desperate.

“Please please…” I cried out as he teased me deliberately while watching my face twist with need.

“Please what baby? Use your words.” My head fell back, my thoughts scattering as heat pooled deep inside me.

“I want…” My voice trembled. “I want to break the rule.”

“Good girl.” He whispered, his breath brushing against my skin, and just like that… every rule I swore to keep shattered.

………….

Zinnia Carter has no time for distractions. With her late father’s debts closing in, landing a life-changing contract is her only goal, until she crosses paths with Dylan Reed.

Dylan is a global music star, billionaire heir, and her best friend’s completely off-limits brother. So, when she’s forced to work as his personal concierge for thirty days, she makes one promise:
no feelings, no mistakes, no crossing the line.

But Dylan doesn’t follow rules.

And with every glance, every touch, every challenge…
the line between right and wrong disappears.

One mistake turns into something far more dangerous. Now, Zinnia risks losing everything, her career, her best friend… and the future she’s been fighting for.

Because Dylan Reed isn’t just a temptation…He’s a man who takes what he wants. And once he decides he wants her…walking away is no longer an option.

But how long can they keep their secret…
before it destroys everything?

I'm Elowë Moran, and I thought Saint-Lumière would be my fresh start—a beautiful European city, a top nursing program, and a chance to build something real with my best friend Shera and boyfriend Oli.

Then I went hiking in the wrong forest.

What I saw that night should have been impossible. Wolves that walked like men. Eyes that glowed red in the darkness. A man who snapped necks with his bare hands and set bodies on fire like it was routine.

I ran. I survived. And then I woke up in a sex club wearing nothing but scraps of lace, with no memory of how I got there.

That's when I met Cassian Asgard.

He's a vampire. A real one—not the kind from movies, but something far older and infinitely more dangerous. He moves through shadows like they're doorways. He heals with a touch. And when he kissed me in that club, my heart should have stopped from fear.

Instead, his heart beat. Once. Just once.

He says it means something. That I'm his. That women he's kissed don't get to date other men.

But I have a boyfriend. I have a life. I have a mother back home who needs me to finish this degree and come back whole.

My uncle says to forget what I saw. To go back to normal life and pretend none of this is real.

But Cassian won't let me forget.

And the worst part? Some traitorous corner of my heart doesn't want him to.

Because the way Cassian Asgard looks at me isn't just possessiveness.

It's something far more consuming.

The first time Damiano Giovanni pointed a gun at my head, he threatened to kill me. The second time, he became my stepbrother.
One reckless night. One wrong door. One encounter I was never supposed to survive.

I only wanted to forget my mother's upcoming wedding. Instead, I stumbled into a private meeting between rival mafia factions and came face-to-face with the man they call Reaper—a ruthless capo whose name alone inspires fear.

I watched him kill without hesitation. And somehow, he let me live.

By morning, I discover the reason my life will never be the same again. The notorious Damiano Giovanni isn't just the dangerous stranger who spared me. He's my new stepbrother.

Living under the same roof as him should be simple: stay out of his way, ignore the dangerous attraction simmering between us, and never remind him of the secrets we share. But Damiano has never followed rules, not even his own.

The closer he gets, the harder it becomes to remember that men like him don't love. They possess.

And when enemies begin hunting me after stepping into his dangerous world, Damiano makes one thing terrifyingly clear:

I belong to him now. He'll burn cities to protect me. Start wars to keep me.

And if I try to run?

The Reaper will come for me.

Because in the mafia, some claims are forever.

And Damiano Giovanni has decided that I'm his.

"What do you want? Ask me." I whisper against her cheek, kissing the warm skin there. I feel my cock pushing through my pants with wild desire, my body begging, pleading, but I take a deep breath, controlling myself.

"I want you to take me somewhere..."

"What else?" I feel her soft hands slide down my arms to my wrists, she moans softly and I restrain myself at the surreptitious way she's giving herself away.

"I don't want you to stop touching me like this, I want you to feel it and praise me for being so wet right now."

At the age of 22, Dakota's life had already gone through so many ups and downs that she took a drastic step that cost her family and her dreams. Now in New York, sharing an apartment with her best friend, she finds the remnants of her anguish still alive. Thoughts of uncertainty and the feeling that she is missing out on her best period torment her every night.

On one of these nights, fate gives her a hot experience with a mysterious, much older man who will not leave Dakota's thoughts for a long time... The future is a mystery, but her new job in a multinational company will manage to shake up her life with new responsibilities and a new pair of blue eyes. Dakota thinks it would be a good idea to dive into them, after all, the man behind the black hair and tall stature is popular, a good and communicative company. Still, the man doesn't seem to be enough, he lacks his father's gray eyes, mystery, seriousness and maturity. Doubt is immoral, her feelings are too dangerous. Perhaps Dakota's biggest mistake is to hold on to something her heart and body are pushing her so hard to do. Maybe she is different because she is truly sure of what she wants, contrary to what she believes. Could they keep her most secret desires at bay?

She was kidnapped by the enemy. She never expected her sister's mate to become hers.
"No," I whispered, horror crawling up my throat. "Not him. Anyone but him."
"It's not possible," I said, my voice shaking. "Elena was your mate."
"Mates die. The bond can happen again." Cain's expression hardened. "But this? This is wrong. The Goddess must be laughing at us."
"I don't want this any more than you do."
"Good." He stepped back, keeping his distance like I was something toxic. "We ignore it. It doesn't exist."
"Agreed."
But we were both lying.
Aria was supposed to become Luna of her pack. Instead, she was betrayed by her own father, the Alpha King, branded defective, and imprisoned as a living experiment.
When the ruthless Rogue King Cain kidnaps her for revenge, Aria believes she has fallen into another cage.
But among the exiled wolves of the Feral Rogues Pack, she finds freedom, loyalty, and a strength she never knew she possessed.
Then she discovers the truth.
Cain, the enemy who stole her away, is her fated mate.
The only problem is that he was her dead sister's mate first.
Now Aria must return to the pack that destroyed her and claim the revenge she deserves, while fighting a bond neither she nor Cain ever wanted.
Because some mates are chosen by fate. And some are forbidden.

I thought escaping my yandere ex-girlfriend was the hardest thing I’d ever do.
Then, the apocalypse began.
For six grueling months, I slaved away in a survivor shelter, doing everything to survive.
But gratitude doesn’t exist in the wasteland.
To secure rations, the shelter leaders decided to betray me, trading me away like cattle to a rival superpower base.
As I was dragged out, leaving my old shelter to its inevitable doom, I braced myself for the worst at the new base.
But when I was brought before their ruthless, all-powerful leader, the blood in my veins ran cold.
Sitting on the throne was the very woman who used to drug me, cage me, and possess me.
My psycho ex.
And she’s been looking for me.

"You're the one who deserves to die, you bitch!"

I couldn't control myself anymore. I slapped Olivia across the face—hard. She had forced her sapphire necklace into my bag, then accused me of stealing it to pay for my dying dog's surgery. "You and that pathetic dog of yours—you both deserve to die," she whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with venom.

Before I could strike her again, a brutal force slammed into my stomach. Ethan kicked me. I crashed to the floor, gasping for air. "You're beyond saving," he spat, looking at me like I was garbage. He scooped Olivia into his arms, checking her face with infinite tenderness.

I lay on the cold hospital floor, gaunt and skeletal from late-stage leukemia, bleeding from my nose. My husband was cradling the woman who framed me, while my dog lay dead in the next room. "Stay home and think about what you've done," he commanded. He didn't know I would never go home again.

"Oh, it's you. My useless wife."
"You should've seen it coming. Our marriage stopped working a long time ago."
"You're useless as a wife, Ivy. You've never supported my career. And after all this time—you're still not even pregnant."
Kim Evelyn—known to those closest to her as Ivy—never imagined her third wedding anniversary would turn into a nightmare. Her husband, Rico, didn't just betray her—he brought his mistress into their bed. The pain and humiliation scorched her heart, leaving her no choice but to walk away from the home that once symbolized their love.
But Ivy's escape led her into a night that would change everything. Beneath the glimmering lights of an upscale bar, she met Joshua Miller—a dangerously charming man with a captivating smile and an offer too tempting to resist.
"Help me get revenge on the man who betrayed me—my husband. Can you do that?"
"I'll help you get your revenge—but in return, you'll have to treat me the same way you did last night."
Revenge. Sweet, calculated revenge.
But there was a catch: Ivy had to surrender herself to a game far more seductive than anything she'd ever imagined. As vengeance ignited and passion flared, the line between game and reality began to blur. Dark secrets loomed. Hidden dangers stirred. And Ivy was forced to make an impossible choice—move forward and risk losing everything, or retreat into the scars of her past.
Can Ivy take control of this wicked game? Or will she end up the pawn—consumed by desire, ambition, and a betrayal more dangerous than the one she fled?

A fire broke out at the fraternity party. I desperately pushed Mia, my brother's girlfriend, out of harm's way, only to get pinned down by a falling beam myself. My brother Liam chose to save Mia first, kicking away my oxygen mask as he left. Mia then locked the door, leaving me to burn alive.

Yet they thought I was throwing a tantrum and playing hide-and-seek. They called me "toxic" and "attention-seeking" on social media, even freezing my credit cards.

My daughter has passed away, and my ex-husband abandoned us.

In my darkest hour, my first love, Lysander, reappeared; he covered the medical expenses, married me, and provided me with a home.

For five years, I believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.

Until that fateful day, four months into my pregnancy, when I overheard his conversation with a friend—

“To save Celeste, I thought... who knew it would lead to the death of Seraphina’s daughter?”

“As for Seraphina, she is a good wife, but alas... I do not love her.”

It turned out that my daughter’s death was no accident.

It was revealed that these five years of marriage were merely his quest for atonement.

The one he had always truly loved was Celeste—my ex-husband’s current wife.

As I lay on the operating table, I made a decision—

Since he had taken my daughter’s kidney, I would seize everything from him.

Including what he believed he would never lose: me.

In my last life, a friend I’d trusted for ten years drove a knife into my heart over a single biscuit. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn—right before the extreme freeze arrived.

He was convinced the apocalypse had come. He borrowed from loan sharks, rented a massive warehouse to hoard supplies, and even crowned himself king during the icebound period, killing without mercy.

But he didn’t know the truth:

This disaster would end completely after only thirty days.

While he taunted me like a madman, I didn’t expose him. I calmly requested thirty days of paid leave from my company.

This time, I’ll sit in a warm, climate-controlled room and watch—when the state machine restarts on day thirty—how he drops to his knees and sobs in despair.

"You were like a starved beast last night," I complained, spreading jam on my toast.
Gideon's hands froze mid-knot on his tie. He turned to me, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.
"Nadia, are you out of your mind? I was in the study finishing up that proposal last night. I crashed on the couch at three in the morning. I never even went into the bedroom."
The knife dropped from my hand onto the table.
If the man I made love to all night wasn't my husband.
Then... who was it?

"You were meant to be my death. Instead, you've become my damnation."
Aria Thornwell has spent three years as a healer in her town, attempting to forget the night her former fiancé publically humiliated her by selecting her affluent stepsister instead—taking Aria's family fortune with him. Now, she lives quietly, utilizing her skill to aid the underprivileged while her stepfamily flaunts their stolen fortune.

But on the winter solstice, everything changes. She's chosen as the ceremonial bride for the vampires' holy Winter Feast—a "honor" that guarantees death at daybreak following the Christmas Eve rite. Dragged to the Crimson Vale with five other human tributes, Aria is prepared to meet her fate with dignity.

Until she meets him.

Lord Sebastian Thorne, the ancient vampire who has presided over the Winter Feast for eight centuries, is meant to drain her at dawn following the binding ritual. It's tradition. It's law. It's survival—the ceremonial blood maintains the vampire realm for another year.

But as Sebastian's lips brush her throat in the ceremonial hall, something unbelievable happens. Her blood doesn't simply sustain him—it wakes something in him that's been dead for generations. And in a move that shocks the whole vampire court, he refuses to complete the rite.
"This one is mine," he proclaims, his old strength sweeping the hall. "Anyone who touches her answers to me."

Trapped in the Obsidian Palace as Sebastian's "protected bride," Aria discovers three frightening truths: Sebastian isn't protecting her out of mercy—he's dying from an ancient curse, and her blood is the only thing keeping him alive past Christmas; the vampire court will do anything to kill her and reinstate the ritual; and her "ordinary" healer's gift is actually a rare and dangerous power that vampire nobility has been hunting for generations.

In the sixth year of my life as a Scale-Stripper, I finally gathered the hundredth vial of Dragon Breath Essence.

I knelt before the altar, cradling the crystal bottle in both hands. The golden light swirling within it cast a warm glow across my scarred knuckles. Six years — six years of wandering the most dangerous battlefields of the Five Clans and the plague-ridden wastelands, using dragon breath to heal the wounded. For every person I saved, I had peeled away a living scale from my own flesh, baring the raw, bleeding meat beneath.

Seven scales left on my back.

Only seven.

But as long as it saved my brother Lucien, it was worth it.

Six years ago, during the Dragon Slaughter War, our parents had been assassinated by humans. An ancient curse had struck Lucien; his scales were crumbling away, day by day. He told me that only a hundred vials of Dragon Breath Essence could break the curse.

I held the crystal bottle out to him, my voice trembling with barely contained emotion. "Lucien, a hundred vials. We finally have enough."

Lucien took the bottle and glanced at it.

Then he tossed it off the altar without a second thought.

I went rigid.

Lucien stood at the top of the altar.

"I was never cursed," he said.

My hands were still cupped in the shape of holding the bottle, all ten fingers suspended in midair.

"Our parents never died, either."

"The Dragon Slaughter War six years ago, I planned it. The only one left crippled, with broken wings, was you."

Every night when my daughter comes home, she looks different.
On the first night, a little of her hair was gone.
On the second night, she was missing one hand.
On the third night, half of her body had vanished.
I jolted awake in a sudden start, thankful it had only been a nightmare.
Right then, my daughter came back home.
A patch of her hair was missing.

I am originally of royal vampire bloodline.
But because of one sentence from my adoptive father, I hid in the human world for decades.
The Church called me a "filthy heretic" because vampire blood flowed in my veins.
Yet they burned a blind girl to death, her crime being that she "couldn't see."
They burned an old blacksmith to death, his crime being that he wanted to learn medicine.
They burned a young mother to death, her crime being that she refused to be violated by the captain of the holy knights.
Bathed in holy light, I realized for the first time—
The demons... are in the light.

Four months pregnant, I walked into the OB-GYN clinic filled with joy—this was the child Archer and I had waited three years for.
But the moment the ultrasound report was handed to him, his gentle gray eyes twisted violently.
"Abort it. We absolutely cannot keep this child."
My stepfather watched coldly. The stepbrother who doted on me most slapped me hard across the face. My own mother wielded the scalpel and removed my uterus.
Half a month later, they picked me up from the hospital with roses, only to turn around and lock me away, feeding me psychiatric drugs until I died.
Reborn, I thought that as long as I hid the report, I could save my baby.
But they forced me onto the operating table once again.
It wasn't until I saw the report with my own eyes—
That I finally understood why my child had to die.

I've been married to billionaire Joseph Miller for three years. Pregnant three times. Aborted three times.

Every time, my husband stood outside the operating room, watching them wheel me in.

The first baby, my mother-in-law Victoria said had spinal deformities. The second, my father-in-law Richard showed a "report" claiming heart defects.

I believed them. I thought it was my fault, something wrong with my body.

Until the third pregnancy.

This time I secretly went to another hospital—DNA showed 99.9% match with Joseph, every prenatal indicator perfect.

I rushed home clutching the report, thinking I could finally save my child.

Victoria glanced at it and tossed it on the coffee table. "You are carrying a healthy baby. But the Miller family doesn't need it."

My in-laws forcibly dragged me to the clinic. I screamed to Joseph for help: "That's your child!"

His eyes were red, but he still let them kill my baby.

Desperate, I demanded a divorce. He coldly refused, tearing at my clothes: "Stop being dramatic. Time for the fourth."

I finally understood—I wasn't his wife. I was their breeding machine.

But why? Why force me to keep getting pregnant, only to kill every healthy baby?

Until that night, I pushed open the attic door that had been locked for three years—

And finally understood everything.

Six months ago, a yacht explosion consumed everyone I loved: my husband Leonard, my parents, and my brother.
I escaped only because of stomach pain that kept me from boarding. My adopted sister Claire became the sole survivor.
Since then, I've become an empty shell.
Even after being diagnosed with terminal uterine cancer, even while carrying my late husband's child, I've endured the agony of chemotherapy alone, exhausting what little strength remains to scrape together money for Claire—who hides away in a private care facility, claiming severe PTSD.
Until this winter day, with a blizzard approaching.
Dragging my dying body to my husband's memorial to pay respects, I discovered a credit card statement—charges made three months after his death.
Following the address on that receipt, I pushed open the door of a luxurious suburban villa.
Inside, it was warm as spring. My parents and brother, who should have been at the bottom of the ocean, stood there perfectly alive.
At the center of the room, my husband—the man I'd grieved for day and night—was kissing my adopted sister, his lips tender against hers.
The whole family was celebrating, raising glasses to toast the infant cradled in Claire's arms—barely a month old.
There had never been any disaster at sea.
It was all a meticulously planned hoax—their twisted way to erase me from their lives forever.

I burn through eighty years of my life raising three dogs that turn around and tear into me.

My vampire husband, Damian, used to be an outcast covered in festering sores, cursed to fear the sun. I cut my wrist and gave up thirty years of my life so he could become the most powerful man among the bloodlines, in control of half the world's wealth. Cold and ruthless to everyone else, he only ever bares his fangs for me.

Knox, the werewolf boy I grew up with, was born with a genetic flaw that kept him from ever shifting. I gave up another twenty years so he could have the strongest bloodline of all. Wild and reckless, he used to swear he'd carry me on his back for the rest of his life.

Julian, my human brother, got burned beyond recognition saving me from a fire. I spent my last thirty years giving him back a face people would pay a fortune for. He used to send crates of his paintings to my room, the kind of work people would kill to own.

Then a woman named Daphne shows up, and all three of them lose their minds over her.

And somehow I become the jealous, vicious wife everyone wants gone.

She cries that I pushed her, so they drive blades of blood straight through my bones.

She says I'm cruel to the staff, so they break my legs in front of a crowd.

And when I'm dying, they drain my blood to keep her alive.

If you're all going to treat the life I gave you like trash, then I'm taking it back. The strength, the face, the life. All of it.

[God, I take it back. I want everything I gave them returned to me.]

My Alpha King was the perfect partner in everyone's eyes. He was handsome, gentle, and caring.

In that cold prison cell, I watched my pregnant best friend snuggle in my mate's arms. They confessed the truth. They had been fated mates since they were 18. I was nothing more than a pawn for power.

Now that I was useless, he beat me to death.

But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. I was reborn on my wedding day.

Looking at my mate's fake affection, I couldn't control myself. I slapped him hard across the face.

Reborn, I'm going to expose his true face to everyone!

What I didn't expect was this. While planning my revenge, his biggest rival would pin me against his office desk. "Sleep with me, and I'll help you get your revenge."

His hand slipped inside my underwear. "So wet already? Looks like your mate can't satisfy you at all."

Warning: Smut! Smut!! Smut!!! Rated 18. Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas contains possessive alpha behavior, forced proximity, age-gap romance, plus-size heroine, daddy-dom dynamics, jealousy, obsessive protectiveness, power imbalance, and holiday-season intimacy. Not suitable for readers under 18.
Dumped a week before Christmas, Annabelle "Belle" Evans forfeits her plan to spend Christmas with her narcissistic boyfriend in New York, and agrees to travel back home to Big Bear Lake with her perfect model sister and her nerdy brother-in-law. But a funny Christmas wish has other plans for her. When their car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, Belle wanders off for help and finds herself cornered by a wolf in the snowy woods. Just when she thinks she's about to be torn to pieces, a massive stranger appears—tall, broad, and sinfully hot, his eyes glowing amber in the moonlight.
He saves her life—and claims her as his.
"You'll be safer here," Jaxon murmurs, his gaze cold yet magnetic. "The full moon rules these woods. You'll be free once it's over."
"When will that be?" Belle asks, heart racing.
"After Christmas," he replies, leaving her unable to look away.
In his secluded cabin, every glance, every touch ignites a fire she hadn't expected. He's possessive. Obsessed. Dangerous. He's everything she wished for when she jokingly wrote to Santa for a "hot werewolf boyfriend." And the way he looks at her curves, the way his presence overwhelms her, makes her question what's real and what's forbidden. Now she's trapped in his arms, a prisoner to his touch, his heat, his growl, and the wild, wicked love burning between them might just make this her best Christmas ever.

Both of them closed in on me at once.
Ezequiel gripped my waist, his rough voice burning against my neck, while Emmanuel pushed my legs open with a confidence that made my breath break.
Their hands, their mouths, their hungry breaths claimed every inch of my skin as if I already belonged to them.
—You’re ours, —one growled.
—All of you, —the other finished, their tongues meeting between my thighs.
My moan was swallowed by the vampire’s fangs as he caught my jaw and forced me to face him.
—You’re not escaping us, little Omega, —he promised.
—Tonight… the three of us devour you.

“One more time, my little human.” He purrs into my ear, sucking on the crook of my neck, causing pleasure to shoot through my entire body.

His finger finds my clit, playing with the slick button.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Rain.” Propped up on a pillow and my hips held hostage in his grip, all I can do is hold on for the sweet torture he’s inflicting on me.

I swish my head from side to side as my orgasm approaches. He growls into my neck, I can feel his fangs elongate. He clings to me like he never wants to let me go, plunging his teeth into my skin.

What the fuck is he doing!


For all the advances humans have made they still suck at love and Morgan Cane isn’t any different. That doesn’t stop her for looking for companionship, that she finds in the most unexpected of places.

Rain Redwood is a werewolf slave trapped at the bottom of society, has never quite known just exactly who he is. He lives his life for his sister and now, for this little human that has wormed her way into his heart.

Neither of them understands the impact their coming together has not only on themselves, but on the world as they know it. With secrets waiting to be uncovered, bonds bound to be tested and peace on the line they must navigate treacherous waters to stay together, and who knows… maybe love is a choice, not a feeling.

Just imagine a woman with three hot boyfriends who want to f*k each other as much as they want to fuk her. Yup, that’s literally the book.... well, also with an obsessed stalker who wants her men gone so he would keep her for himself. -------- Expect: Steamy straight, gay, bi and every kind of sex, Messy threesomes and unapologetic foursomes, Voyeurism (because sometimes it’s hotter to just watch), and BDSM. ------ When Myla’s husband can’t give her what he used to after he got paralyzed in an accident—so he offers her something else instead: his two best friends, who also happen to be his old lovers. Now she’s tangled in a world of blindfolds, whispered orders, and three men who can’t stop touching her… or each other. But passion this dangerous comes with a cost. Especially when an obsessed stalker is willing to destroy everything to claim her for himself.

He laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low.
"I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms. "You're soaking," he muttered.
"Virgin or not, your pussy wants this."I moaned, looking away, couldn’t help it, "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly.
"Fuck," he groaned. "So tight. "He fucked me like he was claiming something.
"Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster.
"Damien," I cried out his name as I came. "That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly.
"One night," he said again, almost like a reminder... Weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school.
A massive portrait stared back at me.Damien Blackwood the Principal Benefactor and Owner of Columbia University. Same man who’d just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"

Blurb:

Rejected by her mate, sold as a slave by her family, Lilith is bittered by the amount of betrayal she suffered in the hands of those that she calls family.

Hurt by rejection, she gets herself drunk and has a one night stand with a total stranger and then sees him as the Alpha of Blood moon pack.. The same pack she's meant to become a slave at.

Meeting the Alpha of Blood moon pack and recognizing him as the stranger from that night, she did everything to avoid him.

But, the more Lilith tries to get away from Alpha Damian, the more she finds herself getting closer to him.

The more the Alpha King desires her.