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"Raise your butt." Moisture pools from my clit at his request. He plunges his finger into my wet folds. I moan loudly, gripping the sheets as he stretches me.
He parts my legs and thrusts his cock inside me. My mouth hangs open as he stretches me to my limit.
"So fucking tight," his raspy voice purrs in my ear.
My head spins, as I let out a scream of pleasure. He pulls out and thrusts back inside, the size threatening to tear me apart. My pussy feels filled, and I sink my fingers into the mattress as he fucks me relentlessly, claiming every inch of my body.


"You'll never have my love!" Alpha Aiden Draven growls, his eyes burning with hatred.
But every time Vera Vale tries to walk away, he drags her back into his arms like letting her go would destroy him.
She is the traitor's daughter, the cursed girl who should have died years ago.
Here's the cruel part: Alpha Aiden is Vera's mate, but he doesn't feel it. He despises her, and every time they meet he loses control.
And why does he protect her when every instinct tells him to let her die?
Then Vera's world shatters when ancient enemies start hunting her.
And a monster hidden in her blood wakes up...
Every secret points to one terrifying truth: Vera was never meant to belong to the werewolves.
Now two powerful Alphas want her for different reasons.
One wants to possess her.
The other wants to destroy everything she loves.
As war between vampires and werewolves gets closer, Vera has to figure out who she is before the darkness inside her consumes them all.
Because if she chooses the wrong side...
She'll become the weapon that ends an entire race.

Mara Vale has survived Moonspire Academy by staying quiet.

She is a treaty ward, a scholarship student, and the wolf everyone expects to fail. During the public Moon Rank rite, the Alpha Stone gives her no rank at all. The Council calls her defective. Her foster pack calls her unstable. Before nightfall, they order her wolf sealed before her first full shift.

Then Mara bleeds on the stone, and the stone cracks.

Her blood hears what powerful wolves have buried: broken Alpha commands, rotten pack oaths, and the erased scent of a mother she was never allowed to remember. The more they try to silence her, the more the old territory answers.

Kael Draven, heir to the strongest Alpha house, is ordered to stand against her. Protecting Mara could cost him his succession, his pack, and every future he was raised to inherit. But obeying means letting the girl his mark answers be sealed as nothing.

Mara does not want to be claimed. She wants her wolf alive.

With a disgraced Luna candidate, a rival pack commander, and a healer hiding survivor scars, Mara must walk into the rites built to erase girls like her and make the Pack smell the truth.

They marked her omega.

The Moon called her heir.

She just wanted to start over.

After a childhood marked by trauma and invisible scars, Isabella Monteiro decided to live in silence, hiding her pain behind a charming smile.

But fate has never been kind.

Caught between two completely opposite worlds, Isabella finds herself at the center of a war for her heart.

On one side, Alexander Carter, the perfect CEO—sophisticated, polite, a man who seems to have stepped out of a dream. He protects her, respects her, and awakens in her the feeling of finally being safe.

On the other, Dante Navarro, a dangerous drug dealer with a gaze that can burn to the soul. Brutal, intense, and with an obsession that can destroy her... or free her.

Between Alexander's heaven and Dante's shadows, Isabella will discover that love can be her salvation... or her ruin.

They said she was lucky to have married him. He had wealth, charm, a name with legacy and other women warming his bed.

She was "just" a scholarship girl with a gentle voice and no background.

So when Liana Davids divorced and parted from Dominic Smith, the world snickered.

"She'll be back in no time," they taunted. "He's irreplaceable."

Even Dominic smiled, betting on her return to his board of directors.

But Liana never came back.

Liana didn't just disappear, when she returned, she came back like a ghost.
A masked tech mogul, business guru and a headline queen.

The wife they discarded returned as the woman no one could touch.

Now, whispers say she's looking for a father figure for her daughter.
Powerful men line up, begging for a taste of the empire she built. But Dominic thinks he is not through yet.

He corners her, seething: "Your baby is mine, isn't it?"

She lifts her head, eyes colder than frost.
"That's none of your business. Now step aside, ex-husband before I bury you."

For seven years, to support my wife’s dream of building a perfume empire, I hid my identity as the heir to a trillion-dollar conglomerate and stayed in the basement, crafting the core base notes for her in silence.

But on the day she finally rose to fame, she hung my mother’s heirloom around her young lover’s neck and looked at me with naked disgust as she forced me out with nothing.
“A useless piece of trash that reeks of poverty like you would only drag down the class of my brand.”

I didn’t beg.
I signed the papers without hesitation, then cut off the only supply of raw essence that had been suppressing the toxicity in her perfumes.

In just one week, her new product triggered a catastrophic disfigurement scandal, and her billion-dollar empire came crashing down.

When she was ruined, covered in mud, and kneeling outside the gates of my estate, crying tears of blood and begging for mercy,
I simply held my perfectly matched new wife in my arms and watched coldly as security dragged her away like garbage.

“Clean it up. Don’t let her stain my ground.”

To make his "cousin" happy on Christmas Day, my husband brought home a cat.
The cat jumped into my mother's arms, triggering her allergies and causing an immediate asthma attack.
I frantically rushed her to the hospital emergency room,
only to witness my husband feeding medicine mouth-to-mouth to his "cousin."
While my mother lay unconscious, he didn't even ask about her condition.
Watching their retreating figures, I thought of the invitation letter in my email inbox offering a million-dollar annual salary job.
It seemed our five-year marriage had finally run its course.

I'm the youngest lead surgeon in our hospital's cardiothoracic department. My fiancé, Adrian Wexford, runs the whole department.

His first love, Bella Hartley, is a mediocre surgeon, but she wants to take over the surgery that should be mine before her promotion review.

In my last life, I fought for it. I told them she didn't have the skill to handle it alone, that it was gambling with a patient's life. I threatened to quit and saved the patient.

But Bella couldn't handle the gossip going around the department. She got depressed and jumped off the hospital roof.

Adrian never said a word about it. He kept treating me the same, picked out wedding rings with me, smiled and told me we'd go on our honeymoon right after the wedding.

I thought he'd let it go.

Then on our wedding day, one glass of wine in, I woke up in a freezing basement, strapped down to an operating table.

He held a scalpel and cut into me, inch by inch, his eyes bloodshot.

"If you hadn't fought so hard for that surgery, Bella wouldn't have jumped. You owe her. Pay with your life."

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the afternoon he first suggested giving Bella the surgery.

This time, I didn't argue. I just smiled. "Sure. Let Bella take the lead on this one."

They have no idea that next Tuesday, the Chief of Surgery is bringing the board and a visiting specialist to observe, unannounced.

We'll see how they explain this one.

She built a quiet life from the wreckage of a marriage that nearly swallowed her whole. A bakery. A hidden talent for art. And a son she loves more than breathing. At forty, Corinna Adler is composed, grounded, but devastatingly unsated, starved and untouched.

One night was supposed to fix that.

One anonymous night at Obscura, the city's most secretive underground club with a man whose hands knew things about her body she had forgotten were possible. Young, commanding, and patient. The kind of man Corinna would unfortunately, never forget.

Because the morning after, he re-introduces himself into her reality in a way she never sees coming.

My squadmates falsely accused me of being a vampire. They poured scalding water over me claiming it was "holy water," spiked my meals with garlic extract, and even splashed me with stinking goat blood. In the end, their madness drove them to plunge a sharpened cross straight into my heart...

The End Times Came, and I Awakened the Ability to Grow Vegetables

Every time I catalyzed a vegetable, it drained my stamina and life force.

But my sister Lucy needs to eat, and everyone in the camp needs to eat.

So I gave my life to the soil, exchanging life for food again and again.

Cult leader Silas patted my shoulder and said I was God's gardener, that Eden was born because of me.

I thought I had found a home.

I distributed the vegetables I grew to everyone in the camp.

Until I discovered the blue-green veins on my sister's arm.

Until I discovered that the bottle of "holy water" I fed her every day wasn't medicine at all.

Until I discovered that my sister had been sent to their altar.

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

In front of me, Daniel kissed his childhood sweetheart.

He said he married me only for the benefits, without any feelings for me.

He even threatened me to give his sweetheart a heart transplant.

I agreed.

But after the transplant, he regretted it. I, however, smiled.

"I was bonded with an alien system that issued nothing but 'benevolence' missions.
Supply food to violent thugs, shelter the mutants, embrace the Zombie King, and share our planetary defense technology with the entire world.
It claimed that as long as we were merciful, the civilization could survive.
I nodded, then promptly tweaked the task annotations.
I laced the food with neuro-suppressants, turned the shelter into a bio-sample bank, and activated kinetic overload when I 'embraced' the monster king.
Sharing the tech? Sure—though every defensive line I shared came with a backdoor that I could trigger remotely.
When the system eventually tried to purge me, Professor Sarah retaliated by locking it inside the national supercomputer.
I rewrote its underlying code, replacing 'mercy' with 'absolute order.'
Earth remains a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but the global satellite network is entirely in my hands.
The system’s most crushing defeat wasn't being destroyed; it was staying alive, only to become my tool."

After ten years of being a "consumable," I performed my final maintenance on the very day Vivian handed my life's work over to someone else. I didn’t argue or resist; I just signed the paperwork with a smile. When the Thorne Tower began to collapse floor by floor due to my final permission error, she finally realized that all the brilliance she boasted of was nothing more than the residual warmth I had fed her. Now, she kneels in the ruins, begging me to turn back time. I only find her voice… annoying.

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My parents are top transplant surgeons. The night I was murdered, they were saving my sister's life with a "legally sourced" donor heart. They signed the paperwork themselves.
That heart was mine. Cut from my chest while I was still breathing.
The sister they saved? She's the one who handed me to the killer.
For three years I lived under their roof. They slapped me for things she did. They called me ungrateful when I couldn't donate a kidney I'd already lost. They forgot my birthday to throw her a party.
And when I went missing, they didn't look for me. Dad said, "Even if she dies out there, she has no one to blame but herself."
He was right. I did die out there. And he's the one who signed off on what happened next.

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My father is the Alpha of Duskmere. My mother is the best healer in the pack. The night I was murdered, they were at my adopted sister's awakening ceremony—the miracle they'd prayed for. After a lifetime born wolfless, a wolf finally woke in her chest.
That wolf was mine. Torn out of me while I was still breathing.
For three years I lived under their roof with no pack bond and no one saying my name. They slapped me for things she did. They called me selfish for refusing to give her a kidney I'd already lost. And when I went missing, nobody looked. Dad said if I died out there, I had no one to blame but myself.
Then the enforcers found a body with no pack scent, and called in the Alpha and his Luna to examine it.
They stood right over me.
They still don't know.

Last life, my girlfriend was trapped in a fire. I ran in, took the burns, and dragged her out alive.
When she woke up, she pointed at me first: “He’s the arsonist.”

Only later did I learn the truth—she’d been sleeping with her boss. They set the fire for an insurance payout and pinned everything on me.
Police investigations, the company cutting ties, the media turning me into a monster—I couldn’t prove a thing. I died in the rain, discarded like trash.

This time, I didn’t expose them. I didn’t call the cops.
On the night of the fire, I left early—then staged a robbery and walked myself into a police station, building the cleanest alibi possible.

They lit the match on schedule, trapped themselves, and waited for me to charge in.
As the flames grew and I never showed, she called—furious—demanding I come now.

I glanced at the officer taking my statement and said into the phone, calmly:
“Sorry. I can’t leave right now.”

On the night of my rebirth, fueled by alcohol and rage, I stumbled into the room of my fiancé’s sworn enemy—and kissed him.

Everyone thinks Atlas is a heartless playboy who toys with women.

Only I know how submissive he can be, and the filthy, dirty things he whispers when he calls me "Baby."

Outside the door, my scumbag ex-fiancé, Knox, was screaming, begging for a second chance.

Inside the door, Atlas’s wandering hands were exploring every inch of my body.

"Be a good girl," he rasped against my ear. "Moan loud enough for him to hear."

The next day, Knox pinned me against the wall, his eyes red with jealousy. "I can do better than him. Choose me, okay?"

I shoved him away coldly. "Too late."

From the moment I was reborn, my goal was to make Knox pay. Why simp for a cheater when I can make him lose his fortune, his reputation, and force him to kneel at my feet?

Atlas smirked, pulling me into his arms. "Choose me. I'll help you destroy him."

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

A hundred years ago, old Duke Rowland saved me with a bowl of hot soup when I was dying. To repay him, I swore myself, as the Silver Wolf Goddess, to a hundred-year covenant protecting House Rowland.

I taught Garrett how to hold a sword. I turned Caleb into a prodigy at the Mages' Guild. I saved Preston's family from ruin.

But Lillian took a potion to fake being sick, and all it took was her claiming only my heart could save her to turn three men's knives on me.

In my last life, I begged them to listen, told them that cutting out my heart would tear down the foundation of House Rowland itself. They finally backed off.

Then Lillian, trying to keep the lie going, secretly upped her dose and poisoned herself to death in her own bed.

The three of them lost their minds and blamed me for her death.

"A beast doesn't get to call itself the guardian of House Rowland. Die."

They cut my heart out. I died on that altar.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took my heart.

This time, I didn't waste my breath. I handed it over myself and let them have what they wanted.

The goddess's heart fell. The covenant ended.

They just didn't know yet how badly House Rowland would fall apart without me.

Reader Advisory!!!
This story contains steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.
Recommended for readers 18+ who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth.
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“I’m going to turn every dirty page you’ve ever read into your reality, Teyana.”
And Jeremy Carter did.
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It started with a simple party dare and ended with my legs wrapped around the ever-addictive Jeremy Carter’s waist.

I never thought the boy who never noticed the nerdy me in high school, the emotionally unavailable biker god I’d secretly fantasized about, would become my stepbrother.

Or that I would find a naked painting of myself hidden in his closet — painted by his own twisted hands.

Jeremy is inked sin, raw dominance, and a filthy mouth.

I was just the quiet, virgin bookworm, that took solace in dark romance novels… until he dragged me into his dangerous world of racing, rage, and ruin.

I should run. I should regret it.
But when a man like Jeremy Carter kisses you, there’s no coming back.

But what happened when family, friends, and even the campus tried to pull us apart?

This is the story of how I got ruined by the one man I might never have… and how I let him.

I shouldn’t get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do.

It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.

My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.

But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

On the night of her seventeenth birthday, Nova watched a masked man walk away from the ashes of her family. On his left wrist, burned into her memory forever, was a dagger with a serpent coiled around the blade.

Six years later, drowning in her comatose brother's hospital bills, Nova works at Club Venom just to survive. Then a masked Dom with piercing green eyes walks into her VIP booth, and she sees it.

The same dagger. The same wrist. The same mark.

Nova does not run this time.

She accepts his offer. Two months as his submissive in exchange for every debt cleared. To him it is desire. To her it is access. She will get close, learn everything, and end him.

But the man beneath the mask is not what she expected. And the pull between them is not something she can explain or control.

Then Nova lands a second job as personal assistant to the Alpha King.

The moment she walks into his office, her world stops.

Same height. Same build. Same presence that makes every room feel smaller. But his eyes are darker. His wrists are bare. No tattoo. No mask.

Two men. Same face. Completely different.

Or so she believes.

What Nova does not know is that the Dom she is hunting, the Dom she is falling for, and the Alpha King turning her world upside down are all the same man.

And he is running out of time to tell her the truth before it destroys them both.

"I will teach you how to pleasure me," I trail a hand down his smooth-muscled chest, loving the bulge of his muscles under me.

"You don't get to teach me, baby. I know the right way to fuck you." He leaned close to whisper, "You have the chance to back out. But if you don't, I'm going to fuck you hard against the door. So hard that you won't be able to walk for a week."

"Then, do it," I challenged.


Before I met him, I was the lone Luna who ran away from the pack; away from my responsibilities. I was determined to hide out in the human world until I met a man who was willing to take me in. Though I never loved him, I got married to him.

However, a few days into the marriage, I discovered that I had a stepson. And what was worse? My young stepson is my mate...

"This doesn't make sense."I whispered, my hand on the door knob.
"We can't tell mom and dad."He whispered back into the darkness.
"You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back, "You are my brother."
"I'm not going to resist the Sparks April,"He growled, but continued, "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?"He growled.
"W-what?"
"I want you so bad..." he whispered.
It was like my lips moved and spoke for me.
"Then take me."
His warm lips smashed onto mine finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me.
I kissed him back with force, and longing.
My first kiss is with my brother.
My mate."

“Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?” He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I’m not allowed to speak.

“That you said ‘yes’ to marrying me.” He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. “Therefore, I’ll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day.” He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa.

“Stay still if you don’t want me to make your night worse,” he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. “Happy anniversary, my fuck toy.” He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp.


Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival.

Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship?


“Fine. I’m leaving and never show you my face.” He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. “Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I’m ready to take any path which leads me to you both.”

Oceana is an Alpha, daughter of the ten realms in the clan, adored by her powerful parents and her brother, loathes being pressured to have a mate because she lacks the power of the clan and can't shift into her wolf form which is a disgrace to the pack and was quite bullied for it.
However, her parents betrothed her to an Alpha for a collaboration after her brothers abandoned her, and to avoid Oceana being exposed to the pack, which could ruin her reputation and forbid any Alpha from getting close to her. Yet, to her shock, she discovers Gérard, her brother, was her mate all along.
The most powerful Alpha in the pack who everyone adored for his uniqueness and his strength, he loves women and desires to have no mate, since it was such a hassle doing so. Still, when he finds out Oceana is his mate, he was flabbergasted and his worst fear was becoming a hard nut to crack. How will he be able to resist the lustful forbidden desires he has for Oceana, who has grown up to be such a beauty?

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Nine and a half million followers. Penthouse in LA. More money than I ever dreamed possible.
I built my empire teaching people to transform themselves, to become beautiful despite their scars. What I never told them was why I needed to learn that skill in the first place.
Then she slides into my DMs: "OMG ScarlettGlow! We went to high school together! Your biggest fan here!"
Madison Blackwell. The golden girl who made my teenage years hell.
She has no clue that ScarlettGlow is actually Scarlett Murphy—the "nobody" she tortured until I disappeared senior year. Now she's broke, desperate, and literally begging me for attention.
I'm staring at her across this overpriced Beverly Hills restaurant, watching her panic over an eight-hundred-dollar guest fee while I casually pull out my black Amex.
The girl who once said I'd never amount to anything is now desperately trying to impress me.
Should I tell her who I really am?

I followed the amazing scent of hot chocolate and mint I was I closed my eyes and inhaled the amazing smell I smiled and realized I was just a few steps away from meeting my mate

I was already planning what we are gonna do for the rest of our lives and how many kids we will have I thanked the moon goddess silently for this wonderful gift

I followed the scent to the big bizarre kitchen my Father made claiming "you will have space for cooking dear" his gruffy deep voice

No！！！

How could this happen? I shook my head in disbelief my heart beat's pace went up I felt myself getting warm and sweaty I dropped my books

My mouth hung in shock and disbelief my dad looked up and saw me his eyes widened in shock. That's the last thing I saw before falling.

April lives in a small town with her father Chris, the Alpha of their pack. She was told by Chris that her mother died when she was very young. She always knows that her father no longer has a wife because of her.

The pain grows up with her, she expected the pain will be relieved after she turned 18 and everything will be ok.

But what if she is the mate of her father, how will things go on? Will her father accept his ‘daughter’ as his mate or they will still have each other as a family rather than a mate?

"This is completely inappropriate, Mr. Bennett."
"Inappropriate?"
"I'm Blake's girlfriend, and you're his uncle."
Ethan pulled her onto his lap in one motion, biting her lip gently. "Break up with him, be mine."
After finally ending their three-year forbidden relationship that no one knew about, Olivia Reed escaped abroad. Five years later, when she returned to Los Angeles, Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck: "I only let you go once. Now that you're back, don't think about leaving again."
It was just a chance meeting, yet she could never escape his grasp. It turned out everything had been his long-planned scheme.

Ryan: My Ex, My Mate
I see a woman with her back turned to me, but Aspen yells, "MATE."
Angel runs toward the woman, screaming "Mommy," and my mate is none other than my ex girlfriend, Reya Lopez.
Worse than that, my mind processed what Angel called Reya. She called Reya "Mommy."
What the fuck? She had some other wolf's child. I held Angel. I caught her scent. This is Reya's child, but not mine! Is this why she left? Was she pregnant with some other wolf's pup?
Reya: My Ex, My Boss
"Good morning! I am glad I caught you. I need to show you to your office." Stephanie says.
I stare at her confusedly; "I'm sorry, my office? I thought I was an administrative assistant?" I ask her.
"You were, but you have been reassigned. You are now the direct personal assistant to the boss. You will take the small office next door to his, designated for the position."
"Why would the boss ask for me as his personal assistant?" I ask Stephanie, confused by the sudden change.
"I don't know hun. I just know Mr. Sullivan asked for you personally." She smiles at me.
I try my hardest to return the smile, but did she, Sullivan? As in, my ex boyfriend, Ryan Sullivan?!

Lydia Arnault has spent her life perfecting silence. Behind her family’s fame and flawless image, she hides trauma, control, and a past no one was meant to uncover. College is supposed to be her escape, until a single accident at a glittering gala ties her to Adrian Vale, her longtime enemy, in a relationship announced without her consent.

As rumors turn into headlines and enemies into something far more dangerous, Lydia begins to uncover the truth behind her family’s power and the engagement planned years before she could choose. When the lie protecting her finally cracks, Lydia does the unthinkable. She disappears.

The day my sister and I came back to life, we made one call: swap fiancés.

Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.

My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.

And me? I got the polished CEO.

Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.

We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.

Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.

I loved Damien for ten years. Ten years, right up until the moment he took the heart that was supposed to save our daughter and gave it to someone else's child.

Lily was only seven. She was terrified of the dark, terrified of pain. She never got that heart. She just faded, right there in that hospital bed.

And Damien was down the hall, celebrating someone else's miracle.

He had no idea what I was holding when he finally came home. He had no idea my stomach cancer had already hit the final stage.

There was nothing left in this world worth staying for.

So this time, I didn't yell. I didn't cry.

I just slid the divorce papers across the table.

He thought I was bluffing.

But this time, I had nothing left to lose.

''Mate !'' his wolf howled loudly in his head and just when he was about to make a move forward, his father placed his hands on the shoulders of the little girl and said, '' This is Mia, your half sister.'' those words from his father seized his steps.

''I hate you, I hate you with everything in me.'' He yelled and took a step forward to her, while she gulped and took a step backward. ''Your mother conspired with my Father and killed my mother.'' he yelled and yanked her to himself. '' I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life paying for their sins.'' He declared those words as a promise, ignoring the whimpering of his Wolf.

''Why do you hate me so much, I'm your mate for goddess’s sake…'' I tried speaking, but he choked me by the neck and slammed my back to the wall. ''Never, you are not my mate, you are my half sister, my worst enemy and the person I hate the most in this world.'' He yelled with so much disgust.

The minute alpha Ricardo met her he realized she was his mate, but he kept it away from everyone because to him, it was disgusting to be mated to his own half sister.
Just when Ricardo was trying to process everything, his father and mistress got involved in a car accident and died at the spot, leaving him to care and look after Mia, whom he hates so much.
He transferred the anger he had for his father's mistress to innocent Mia. He showed her nothing but pain and hatred, but little did he know that there were so many mysteries left for him to solve.

Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual themes, taboo relationships, and adult situations. Intended for mature readers only.
I shouldn't get wet at the thought of my stepfather—but I do.
It all started the day we had a business meeting. I'm an intern at his company, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop imagining his long, slender fingers on my body, crossing lines I knew I shouldn't even think about.

My name is Emma, and no—I'm not a beautiful model or a perfect queen. I'm what people call a geek. A nerd. A wallflower who fades into the background.
But this wallflower has dark desires.
I want to be bent over his desk, claimed where no one would dare to look. And I'm willing to do anything to be his—no matter the cost.
Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

“Ahhh… so fucking tight” Zyran growled as he thrusted into her pussy.

“Who owns this filthy mouth of yours?” Damien asked as he thrusted into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair to guide her movements.


She knew what she was doing was forbidden but she couldn't bring herself to stop it.

She knew the bond they shared was forbidden but she couldn't deny it. Will they be able to give into their heart desires? Or will they just keep each other for pleasure.

I thought the eyes burning into my back for weeks belonged to a stranger. A masked shadow in alleys. A predator in the dark of a mirror maze who pinned me against glass, fingers deep inside me, growling “Red” while he unraveled me… then vanished, leaving me aching and furious.

I never expected him to walk through my front door as my new stepbrother. Tall, inked, with storm-gray eyes that hate me on sight.

Gray warns me to stay away, threatens to devour me if I don’t. We are playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. But the walls between our rooms are thin, his scent lingers in every corner of this sprawling mansion, and every time our paths cross, the air crackles with the same lethal pull that started in the shadows.

He stalked me before he was family. Now he’s under the same roof, watching closer than ever.
Hating me. Wanting me.

And I’m terrified of how badly I want him to finish what he started.

Some obsessions don’t end when the mask comes off. They only get darker… and a whole lot closer to home.

My name is Ivanka Marie Harris. I am the black sheep of my family. I have had enough of their mistreatment of me for no reason.
I am tired of begging for love and answers. I am fed up and I am not taking it anymore. I am tired of my sister and cousin trying to steal my identity and my life as well as use me to be their scapegoat.
I just want to get away from my toxic family before they cost me my freedom and my sanity. I have been lucky so far, but I know it won't last forever.

On her eighteenth birthday, Isabella expected freedom. Instead, she was sold by her uncle to Hell's pit—the Devil’s underworld where men fight to death and women suffer fates far worse.

Being a wolfless omega in this den of monsters should have been her death sentence. Until she met him. Alessandro De Luca, the most feared Mafia Lord and King Of The South.

Alessandro never expected to find his mate in the last place imaginable—Hell’s pit. Isabella's dormant wolf suddenly awakens, revealing her as a rare dominant omega, making her both precious and hunted. Now, he'll wage war against the pit's corrupt council to claim her.

As their passionate bond deepens and Isabella carries his heirs, a dark plot threatens to tear them apart.

What happens when Isabella is kidnapped and her and her unborn pups' lives are in danger and to save her Alessandro must give up everything he has worked for?

In Hell's pit, love comes with a price. And someone is about to pay in blood.

My sister walked onstage wearing the medal for my stolen research.
Ethan stood beside her and mouthed, Don’t ruin this.
Last time, I listened. I lost my scholarship, my housing, my lab, and the only archive my mother left behind.

This time, I held up the U drive with the original files.
“If Sophie built it,” I said, “let her run the raw data.”

My Sister Wore My Medal

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.

Rejected! Betrayed!! Forgotten!!!

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Selene's world shatters.

For years, she dreamed of finding her mate—the one destined to love and cherish her forever. Instead, before the entire pack, Alpha Ronan crushes her heart with a single sentence.

"You're weak. You're wolfless. You are unworthy of me."

Rejected, humiliated, and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Selene becomes the pack's greatest disgrace. Her family turns their backs on her. Her closest friend betrays her. And the woman who steals her future takes her place as Luna.

With nothing left to lose, Selene disappears into the wilderness.

But fate is far from finished with her.

When a pack of rogues leaves her bleeding and broken beneath a silver moon, an ancient power buried deep within her blood awakens.

The earth trembles, the skies darken, and a silver light erupts from her body.

And in a distant kingdom ruled by Lycans, a king falls to one knee.

Because after years of searching, he has finally found his mate.

King Kael.

What no one knows is that Selene is no ordinary werewolf.

She is the last living heir of the First Moon Queen, a legendary bloodline thought to have vanished thousands of years ago.

A bloodline capable of commanding wolves, healing the impossible, and destroying empires. Or building one powerful enough to rule them all.

Now the packs that mocked her want her allegiance.

The Alphas seek her favor. And the man who rejected her wants a second chance.

But some mistakes can never be undone. Especially when the girl they cast aside returns as a queen.

A rejected wolf... A powerful Lycan King. And a destiny that will reshape the entire werewolf world.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate is gone!

The Moon Queen has risen!

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."