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On her eighteenth birthday, Aria Blackwood feels the mate bond—only to watch Damien Storm, the ruthless Alpha, shatter her hope in front of the entire pack:
"You dare to imagine yourself my mate? A weakling Beta's daughter? The bond is a mistake. I reject you, Aria Blackwood. Here and now."
Humiliated and cast into the Hunt—the Blood Moon's brutal ritual where every unmated, widowed or rejected she-wolf is turned into prey for any male who cares to chase—Aria's heat erupts in the forest. Dozens of wolves circle to claim her, and Damien steps back, letting her fall.
Then the sky splits with a roar.
The Lycan Alpha King strides through the fire-light, black wolf rippling with power. His golden eyes sweep the clearing, and his voice crashes like thunder:
"She is mine. My prize. Mark her, look at her, and you die. She is mine, and mine alone."
In front of every witness, he lifts Aria into his arms, teeth grazing her throat in a silent, unbreakable claim.
Now Aria stands at the center of a storm—between the Alpha who shattered her heart and the King who would burn kingdoms to keep her.

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.

When the bridal bouquet landed directly in my arms, the entire reception erupted.
All eyes shifted to Elias, the man I had loved for seven years.
"Propose! Put a ring on it!" the crowd chanted, pushing him toward me.
My heart raced. I thought my endless waiting was finally over.
Instead, Elias stepped up, smiled... and pulled the flowers right out of my hands.
He turned around and shoved them into the arms of his twenty-five-year-old assistant.
"Don't be greedy, Kalinda. Let Mia have the luck today," he chuckled, patting my hair like a pet. "We've got plenty of time. Next time, I promise."
I watched his assistant bury her face in the white peonies, shooting me a triumphant smirk.
I just smiled back.
There isn't going to be a "next time."
My wedding is coming. And he isn't the groom.

A deep-cover spy, operating in enemy territory, becomes entangled with a mysterious woman whose allure draws him in completely. Their passionate encounters soon evolve into something deeper, and he begins to believe she is the one person capable of truly loving him. As he falls further into his obsession, he finds himself worshiping her, convinced that their connection is genuine. But as their relationship intensifies, he begins to question whether everything he believes about her—and himself—can be trusted.

I was seven months pregnant when the car crash left me hemorrhaging and clinging to life.

My husband, an attending physician, burst into the ER—only to turn around and divert the last bags of blood meant to save me and our child.

He gave them to the woman who had hit me: his first love, Sienna, who had just returned from overseas.

When I woke up from surgery, I learned that I hadn't just lost our baby; I had permanently lost my uterus.

Yet my husband didn't bring me comfort. He brought a Waiver of Prosecution.

He was disguising attempted murder as a tragic accident, using custody of our daughter as leverage to force me to drop the charges.

I refused to sign. He slammed the door and left.

But the door didn't latch. Through the crack, I heard him soothing Sienna:

"Don't be afraid. Clara can't live without me. Once she's done throwing her tantrum, she'll sign it like a good girl."

In that moment, I swallowed every ounce of my agony, picked up the phone, and called my lawyer.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me."

In a tranquil town where spirituality and creativity flourish, Barbara, a lovely and sweet writer, dedicates her life to being a priestess, nurturing her sexual energy and connecting deeply with the universe. Her serene existence takes a dramatic turn one fateful night when Alessio, an enigmatic Italian who claims to be a wizard, arrives at her friend’s gathering. With his mesmerizing charm and undeniable attraction, he draws Barbara into a spellbinding world she never imagined.

However, their budding romance is soon overshadowed by a looming threat from beyond the stars. An alien invasion orchestrated by the ruthless warlord Caleb, the leader of a powerful extraterrestrial race, descends upon Earth. Unbeknownst to Barbara, Caleb is not just a conqueror; he is a being torn between duty and desire, captivated by Barbara’s ethereal spirit and strength.

As chaos erupts and the skies darken with alien ships, Barbara finds herself at the center of a cosmic struggle. Torn between her feelings for Alessio and the strange connection she feels with Caleb, she must navigate love and loyalty amidst the chaos of invasion. With the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, Barbara discovers a hidden power within herself that could either unite or destroy them all.

As the lines between love and allegiance blur, Barbara must confront her destiny and decide where her heart truly lies—between two worlds, two warriors, and the fight for survival against an alien empire.

Asley had grown up all her life knowing three things: she loved her family, this was a small town, and Gavin Attlage was bad news. A long-standing family feud already separated the two, not to mention he had been expelled for fighting her brother, but now they worked together. The whole town gossiped about his exploits and her breakup, it seemed like fate that they found themselves in close proximity. With football season looming and Gavin the star quarterback of the opposing team, Ashley can't help but start to cheer for him. There's a fine line between love and hate,e and these two seem to tumble right over the edge.

Ninety-nine lashes. That was the price of loving the Alpha’s son.

Bettoni Williams gave everything to Ardon. Her heart. Her trust. Her dignity. In return, he accused her of witchcraft, stripped her of her rank, and watched as she was whipped ninety-nine times in the public square.

Broken, disowned, and demoted to a Gamma, Bettoni swore she would never trust a royal again.
She planned to rot in the slums, to remain invisible and forgotten.

But fate, and a bored Alpha Commander, had other plans.

When the kingdom's most feared war hero, Commander Zachery, returns home, Alpha Jaceon fills the grand hall with silk-dressed noblewomen and forces him to choose a wife before the blood moon or lose everything he has. Annoyed, Zachery slips out the back. Bettoni, hiding from the feast in a dark alley, stumbles upon him in a moment that would make any sensible woman run. She doesn't run, but calls him a wild animal to his face, and this only makes him immediately obsessed with her.

He drags her into the feast by the wrist, declaring;

"You're going to be my Commandress tonight."

Now, Bettoni is trapped in a marriage with a brute who collects wives like trading cards. Zachery is uncouth, violent, and dangerously seductive. He treats the palace like a playground and his brother, the King, like a joke.

Bettoni intends to use this monster to climb back to the top and destroy the family that ruined her. But Zachery is not a ladder. He is a cliff. And he has no intention of letting his new sweetheart go.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. But the Commander likes his nights scorching hot.

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️ ⚠️ Content Warning (18+): This story contains 18+ content including explicit erotica, and mentions of sexual violence .

He left without a word.

Now he’s back — holding a gun and calling himself my bodyguard.

Silas Raveen was my father’s deadliest weapon.

Cold. Precise. Untouchable.

I loved him anyway.

Three years ago, he disappeared the same night my mother was murdered.

Now I’m engaged to a man I don’t love, trapped in a family falling apart.

And Silas? He’s been assigned to protect me.

He won’t say why I’m being hunted.

He won’t talk about the past.

But every time we’re alone, the air cracks — with tension, with questions, with the kiss we never got to finish.

I hate him for leaving.

I hate him more for still making my heart race.

And I hate that I’m starting to trust him again.

Because if there’s one thing I know for sure…

The man who saved my life is the same man who destroyed it.

Warning: This book is for fearless readers only. If you can't handle heat, primal desire, obsession, or two Alphas who would kill to claim what's theirs... turn back now.
I mean it.
Because once you step into this story, there's no way out. Not without scars. Not without shaking. Not without wanting more.
"There were two," My Mother said quietly. "Two males. Two Alphas. One older. One younger."
My breath hitched so hard it hurt.
"They were both around you," she went on, her voice strained now. "Both holding onto you. Both pulling you between them like you belonged in the middle. You weren't afraid, Elena. That's what scared me. You weren't crying. You weren't fighting. You were... overwhelmed. Shaking. Wanting. They both wanted you, and you let them."
I went into heat for the first time on campus. He found me. He trapped me beneath him. His voice was rough as he whispered that I belonged to him.
Then his father walked in. He didn't stop us. He didn't speak. He didn't blink. He watched. He growled. And he wanted me next.
Now I can't forget what they did to me. One held me in place. The other kept me exactly where he wanted me. They made me fall apart until I couldn't remember who I was before them. They are both Alphas. They are both my mates. And they both left their mark.
But I only get to keep one. So tell me... How do you choose between the man who claimed you first. And the one who made you beg? Read at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you when your heart starts racing... and you can't look away. Welcome to the heat. See you on the other side.

I am the Don Dante's wife, but my life runs through my husband's underboss who always seduce my husband, Elena.
I can't wear a coat without Elena's passcode.
My cards are monitored. My cash is approved. Dante calls it protocol. He calls it protection. He never asks why I wear the same faded sweater in winter.
I swallowed every humiliation because my mother's ventilator depended on his signature.
But Elena intentionally delayed funds for my mother’s medical treatment.
The brutal clash made me miscarry.
My mother died alone without timely treatment. I stopped filing all daily spending applications for three days straight.
Today he calls, calm and condescending, telling me the medical accounts are restored.
He thinks I'll fall back into line.
He doesn't know the only thing I'm requesting now is a signature—his, on the divorce papers.

Cassandra Cole was twenty and desperate.

No job. No home. No money. No family support.

One night, after being stranded, she ended up sharing a bed with a stranger in a hotel she stumbled into. The man was intoxicating sharp jaw, midnight eyes, authority dripping from him. She thought it would never happen again, so she let herself get lost for one night.

But when she woke the next morning and saw 20 dollars left on the bedside table, she shattered.

She believed he paid her.

She believed she meant nothing.

She took the money angry, humiliated, broken and walked out.

She didn’t know she was pregnant.

And she didn’t know the man was Eric Kingston, the heir to Kingston Enterprises, who thought she disappeared before he could even ask her name. The 20 dollars was a mistake: he meant to leave it for room service. But when he returned, she was gone, leaving only confusion and a scent he couldn’t forget.

Cassandra left the city for a countryside town, raised her son alone, and built herself up from nothing. Four years later, needing bigger opportunities, she moved back to the city and landed a job at the biggest corporation in the country.

Kingston Enterprises.

She didn’t know the man she was about to work for was the same stranger from that night.

And he didn’t remember her he only remembered flashes, the softness of her voice, the way she whispered her name, the heat, the innocence. But her face… he forgot after years of burying the memory.

Cassandra lied and pretended they’d never met.

After her mother’s funeral, Lena Ward returns to a small town and a house built on silence: a sealed sunroom, a will that forbids witnesses, and a sister blamed on a storm fifteen years ago. As buried records, sedatives, and a hidden trust fracture the family’s righteous facade, a chilling truth begins to surface beneath concrete and grief. Dark, tense, and emotionally sharp, this is a cold-case family thriller of rain-soaked memory, courtroom reckoning, and a child’s toy waiting under the floor.

My husband's mistress sent me a video to rub it in, claiming she had just beaten my "pathetic, begging mother" bloody and kicked her down the stairs.
I froze, glancing up at my actual mother sitting right across from me, quietly sipping her coffee.
Bewildered, I zoomed in on the video.
When I made out the scar on the wrist of the woman lying in the pool of blood, a cold sweat broke out over my body. I frantically called my husband.
But he interrupted my plea with extreme impatience: "Shut up! Roxy was right to teach her a lesson. She was just taking out the trash for me!"
Since he insisted on indulging his precious mistress's death wish...
I wonder if he'll still be able to say she was right to teach her a lesson when he sees his own grandmother's corpse.

"What the hell is this?! You were supposed to be dead five years ago, Olivia!" Hunter snarled, his rage sharper than any blade.
Olivia froze, her daughter’s tiny hand gripping hers. His words cut deeper than the accident that almost took her life. That night, the truth became undeniable—her husband had never loved her. He had only wished she stayed dead.
Once, Olivia Grace gave everything for Hunter Jackson. In return, she was humiliated at his birthday party, branded as nothing more than a maid, and abandoned when she needed him most. That night, she left him behind. Soon after, she discovered she was pregnant… only to face threats, captivity, and a car crash that left the world believing she was gone forever.
But Olivia didn’t die. She returned five years later, stronger than ever, with her daughter by her side—and with one goal: to reclaim her home, her dignity, and her life.
Now, the woman they thought was erased has come back for everything they stole. But in a world ruled by betrayal, blood, and power—who will truly have the last laugh?

Fuck, I want to hate him at this moment.
He inches his way lower and lower until he reached my dripping core, He stops and kisses my pussy lips before using his tongue to open me up.
Then he kissed my clit, and I came hard.


Bastet is the leader of the Hunter association founded by her ancestor Abraham Van Helsing. In a male-dominated field, she is the only woman ever to hold the top position, due to the fact her father had no sons. She worked harder than any of her male predecessors, always dutiful to the cause.

However, she is stuck between a rock and a hard place because she loves two men. One man owns her heart while the other owns her soul. However, she must marry and choose her future husband wisely.

Making the wrong way can turn her world turns upside down. During her decision making jealousy and envy shows its ugly head. And threaten to destroy all she holds dear and what he works for.

Three years into our loveless marriage:

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?" I asked, clinging to a foolish hope.

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You? Bear my heir?" His laugh was ice-cold. "A maid's daughter could never be worthy of Sterling blood."


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who dared to love Julian Sterling.

He's the ruthless heir who married me for revenge.

"You're nothing but a gold-digging whore,"* he whispered. *"Did you really think I'd ever love someone like you?”

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for scraps while he paraded his first love through our home.

That night, I stood on the bridge, staring at the dark water below.

I'd lost everything. My mother. My dignity. My will to fight.


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

"Mister, will you help me find my mommy? I got lost."

The man freezes, staring down at her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice sounds broken.

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

Minutes later, he's walking toward me with my daughter's hand in his, his face drained of all color.

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

Before I can respond, he's crossed the distance between us. His arms wrap around me with desperate strength.

"God, you're alive. I thought—" His voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—"

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

"Excuse me?" I step back, ice-cold, pulling Lila behind me. "Please control yourself, sir. Do we even know each other?"

"You're ours now, Amaya. No running this time."
After escaping a breeding facility that used her body to create hybrid soldiers, Amaya forges a new identity and hides in a quiet werewolf-human town, posing as a college student.
She just wants peace, normalcy — control. But on her first week, she meets thre students — heirs of the most powerful packs in the nation — and the unthinkable happens.
They all whisper the same word: "Mate."
Her wolf awakens. Her heat ignites. And the forbidden bond between them spirals into chaos.
As Amaya hidden powers grow, so does the danger. The Werewolf Council calls her existence an abomination and demands her death. Her mates refuse to let her go — even if it means starting a war.

I know what you are thinking!?
That this is a beautiful Lycan Love story. I am exactly not in the right mood to tell you how absolutely wrong you are.
Beautiful? It's not a word I am sure is related to me. Love? I am not entirely sure if I can say I have ever experienced that. Lycan? I have not even been given the luck of being that. What can I even really say I am? Even I lack the right answer to this question. All I know is that right now, I am wrapped around Jacob's back as he runs through the thick forest, blood trickling down my face, his heart beating so fast like it's about to burst open, and am sure he is probably praying to the mother goddess that we do not get caught as he runs with me on his back.
Me?
I am Number 28. No. That is not the name my mother gave me, it is my identity in the pack I come from. I am a Doulos, meaning Slave. No, I am not a slave actually, I am a slave of slaves. Slaves are permitted to keep their birth names, but Doulos, we are identified by numbers, worst than slaves, servants to slaves. We are the lowest rank of shame in the pack, and I, I am one of them, No. 28.
I may have been free once, a noble perhaps, but that may have happened while I was in my mother's womb, and my father was still alive. But everything changed the day I was born. I was told my father died in battle the day I was born while disobeying the Alpha and leading a thousand plus of the packs finest soldiers to death.
My birth name is Ianna Evar, and this is my story beginning from two weeks ago!

Turning into a tiny snake isn't quite the dream Hydra had on the night of her eighteenth birthday. So, with a failed morph, a Kin that doesn't want her and parents set to commit treason on her behalf the only thing she can think to do is get away from the life she's lived for the past eighteen years.

Only running away doesn't go as smoothly as she hoped it would, because it never does, and she finds herself among a unique clan, set to change the world she's knows it. Through meeting new friends, turning into who she's fated to be and possibly allowing love in again she learns who is worth protecting and who isn't as she confronts her past life in her present one.

Her future depends on choices made now, and while she knows tomorrow is important, it won't really matter if she forgets to live today...

If you had the chance to escape from your bullies and from your unholy home... Won't you grab it?
Avara is a victim of bullying and a toxic home. She goes through a lot, yet no one, not even her so-called parents, care about the pains she faces at school. One faithful day, she joins her mate on a school trip to the museum, to soak in the tales of supernatural beings that once roamed the land, only to get chased by her raging bully, Stella, who's desperate to make her pay for something she didn't do. To escape Stella's wrath, Avara hides in one of the museum's special room, only to be stunned by what she saw next. A large portrait of a beautiful queen/Luna was hanging on the wall. And the beauty? She looks so much like her! A janitor, who shows up, sees Avara and happily shares the tale behind the queen, revealing she's a Luna from a werewolf kingdom, said to be missing for over four hundred years. The werewolves searched for her but found nothing. So, they began a ceremony every hundred years to search for a new queen, inviting every maidens from far and wide to come. To the janitor, it's just a myth. But to Avara, this has to be real. Unable to bear her sorrowful life anymore, Avara does the most childish thing ever and sends a letter to the werewolves, clinging on to hope that she'll escape her problems soon. And as faith may have it, she gets a shocking response from the supposed none-existing kingdom, inviting her over.
Thrilled, she runs away from her toxic home, excited to start life far away. Only for her to realize that the response came from Stella, not from the werewolves! Scared, poor Avara flees into the woods, getting chased by her enemy. Just when she thought she's done for, she sees what looks like the shadow of three men up ahead, and she runs up to them for help. But as soon as she draws closer, a mysterious force pulls her into a magical entrance, tossing her right into the arms of these men. Stella was gone. Like she just disappeared out of existence, leaving Avara confused. She soon gets herself at the sound of the men's groans, but freezes at what she saw. Their eyes were glowing under the moonlights and their ears were long and furry. Even their manly figures looked nothing like a mere man's body!
That's when it hits her.
They're not humans.
They're werewolves!

Alley is the daughter of an alpha to the largest pack, she has a hard determination to protect the people she loves. When the wolf ball comes around she meets her mate, alpha to the second largest pack. Together they learn more about their family history and discover Alley isn't just a wolf, she is also the great white witch and her mate isn't just an alpha but one that comes from a royal bloodline.
She now has a target on her back with someone trying in everyway to take her power forcing her to align her self with not only the dark witch queen but the vampire queen.
Things aren't always as easy as she had hoped for, endless times she has had to prove herself worthy but with the help of her pack, her parents pack and the element carriers themselves there is nothing she can't do.
While training hard and being betrayed by someone she was supposed to trust, the ultimate battle ensues but who will come out victorious? Read along to find out.

DAVIS GREY POV:-

The very first time I saw her at my business partner's office. It was her first day and She was sipping her coffee. Yummmm, I wanted to fuck her sweet little mouth. The second time I saw her i wanted my tongue to roamed all over her body. The third time I saw her with another man, I wished to fuck her pussy mercilessly that she will never imagine about another man. I desired myself to buried deeply in her clit. I always wanted to crush her whole body with my Bulge shaft. But The last time When i meet her, I saw some different kinds of emotions in her deep charcoal eyes. Fuck man, I always admired her but why the hell I am always thinking about her. Now, When I have seen her after two years of long time. Why my mind and heart is again occupied by her thoughts. She is nothing in front of the models who sleeps with me. Why? Why? Why? I don't have any answer and the question is why the fuck she never notice me? She never gave any attention to me And she is ignoring me like a disease.

Sorry, SUNSHINE! But you can't ignore me forever because it's time to show this Indian Beauty that what kind of monster I am. You're Mine, baby. My Possession.

And now I know about my feelings for you.

Story of New York billionaire MONSTER VS Indian Beauty.

A Story of Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession....

"I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you...." DAVISH GREY

His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE..

He was passionate and Obsessive about her but She was afraid of him and his monstrous possessiveness..

....

Olivia Grace Harper is a 21-year-old first-year college student. What if she sees the guys she has been stalking over the years? But what if her crush? She has had one since middle school.
He hates her, and she is always there trying to grab his attention.
What if one night, he has had enough of her shit and does something he will regret for the rest of his life?
"What are you doing here, stalker?" Hayes says with so much hatred and disdain in his voice.
She was folding her fingers in her hands. She was so nervous and frightened of him.
He sighed, You have to go, or Amelia will see you here." I don't want you to give her the wrong idea." He told her with a demanding order.
"But I thought if you saw me like this, you would want to be with me?" She begged him with her eyes. She wanted him to say, Yes, I want you, Olivia, but that is not what happened.
Instead, she got the monster.
That was when she saw his mouth turn up into a sinister grin.
" I can smell your fear, and it's delicious on my tongue." She heard him say with a smirk on his evil face.
Then suddenly she felt this pain. That was when she realized he bit her.
This crazy man bit her on the neck.
This story contains rage, abuse, and sex.

Ever since she was ten years old, Emilia Wagner's heart has belonged to one person—Niklas Becker, her older brother’s best friend. To him, she was just the annoying little sister who tagged along, always lingering in the background. But to her, he was everything her first love, her quiet protector, the boy who unknowingly held her heart. Years passed, and she buried those feelings deep, knowing he would never see her the way she saw him.
Now a college student, Emilia is no longer the timid girl from the past. She has grown, yet her feelings for Niklas remain unchanged. But he still sees her as his best friend’s little sister off-limits, untouchable. Or so she thinks. When fate forces them into close proximity, stolen glances turn into lingering touches, and unspoken words become impossible to ignore. Niklas, who has always kept his distance, begins to see her in a new light.
But love isn’t easy, especially when secrets, misunderstandings, and the fear of crossing a line threaten to tear them apart. As their undeniable chemistry ignites, Emilia is left wondering, will she finally become the woman he chooses, or is she destined to remain just a childhood memory?

He rejected me at the altar and called it mercy.
He lied.
Alpha Roland discarded me like I hadn't bled for his pack for three years. But he made one mistake. He didn't know what I was carrying when he exiled me.
Now I'm inside the territory of Kael, the Cursed King, a monster every pack fears. He says he wants my power. I think he wants something else entirely.
Roland wants me dead. Kael wants me caged. And my secret? It could destroy them both.

EXCERPT -

"Can I ask you a question, Mr Grayson?" Selena asked Ivan who was sitting opposite her, chewing a bubble gum noisily.
"Sure," Ivan replied and a smirk formed in his pink lips, "As long as the question is not as daft as you are."
A slight frown appeared on Selena's face and she felt like slapping Ivan for his statement, but she kept her cool and she said,
"What does sex mean to you, Mr Grayson? What is sex to you?"
Ivan grinned devilishly and he crossed his legs together before saying,
"To me, sex is like oxygen. I can't live or breath without it. In short, SEX IS LIFE. SEX IS ALL I WANT. SEX IS ALL I NEED"


Ivan Grayson was a young man who possessed the qualities most women love in a man.
Handsome, rich, amazing.. Name it all. Ivan had all those qualities.
Girls flooded around him like bees swarming around a honeycomb, but surprisingly, Ivan never had a girlfriend or a lover. Not that he didn't want a girlfriend, but he was scared of getting heartbroken.
Everything about Ivan suddenly changed when his best friend's mom became his first girlfriend whom he had his first sex with.
The sex felt great, and pleasuring to him and he started wanting more of it; more sex.
The holy guy became a sex addict who fucked various women: Tall or short, fat or thin, older or younger; he fucked them all.
But Unfortunately for Ivan, his mom found out about her son's sexcapedes.
Heart broken and hurt, Ivan's mum decided to hire a therapist or her son.
She met with a young and sexy therapist named Selena, and Selena signed a contract to be Ivan's personal therapist for three months.
Find out more by reading the book.

“The poison will eat you up soon. Rest in pieces, slut.” My best friend smiled as she watched me burn alive, her hand resting on her belly—pregnant with my fiancé’s child.

The excruciating pain of the fire tearing through my flesh was the last thing I felt before darkness swallowed me. I was Theodota, the foolish Omega who believed in love. But when I opened my eyes, I wasn't in hell. I was back in the classroom. Six years in the past.

Eleni, the woman who murdered me, was sitting right beside me, slipping a stolen jewelry box into my bag to frame me. "Theo, are you okay?" she asked with that sickeningly fake innocent smile.

I stared at her, my heart pounding not with fear, but with a cold, burning rage. Oh, I was more than okay. I was ready to destroy them.

When the school bully, Sophia, stormed in demanding her stolen necklace, Eleni feigned panic. "Theo, they were angry... I had to say you took it!" she whispered.

I didn't cower. I didn't cry. I smiled. "Sophia, search Eleni's bag instead."

As the stolen jewelry spilled from my "best friend's" bag, her face turned ghost white. The humiliation, the fear in her eyes—it was delicious. But this was just the beginning.

I walked out of the cafeteria, leaving her to the wolves, only to bump into a stranger. A man with dangerous blue eyes who looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

"Interesting," he muttered, his gaze locking onto mine.

And then, a jolt of electricity shot through my soul. Mate.

A ruthless campus royalty. A plus-sized outcast. A toxic double life born in the dark.

Nova Vance is the campus charity case—plus-sized, fiercely sarcastic, and the favorite target of the elite crowd. For two years, she has harbored a silent, self-destructive crush on Ashton King, the arrogant captain of the rugby team. But after a brutal public humiliation in the cafeteria leaves her drenched in soup while Ashton watches with freezing indifference, Nova promises herself she is done pining.

Ashton King has a crown to wear. As the school's golden boy, he is expected to stay with his sassy, wealthy cheerleader girlfriend, Chloe.

Nobody knows that Ashton is harboring a dark, unhinged obsession with Nova.

He craves her curves, her wit, and her defiance. He sits in silence during the day to protect his status, but at night, he is losing his mind over her.

When a wild, alcohol-fueled party ends in a messy, breathless alleyway kiss, the boundaries shatter. In public, he passes her cold notes and walks with his girlfriend. In the dark, he is a feral, possessive predator who claims her body as his own.

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Bound by Fate. Shattered by Lies.

Kathy thought finding her fated mate was the beginning of a love story blessed by the Moon Goddess. But one devastating moment changes everything—walking in on Alpha Bryson with another woman, his ex and rumored “true Luna.”

When a shocking accusation of betrayal and an impossible pregnancy test turn the pack against her, Kathy finds herself stripped of her title, her home, and her dignity. Rejected by the man destiny chose for her, humiliated by his vengeful ex, and haunted by dark memories of her past, she must fight to hold on to her truth.

In a world where loyalty is rare and power is everything, Kathy’s only way forward is to uncover the truth behind the lies… before they destroy her completely.

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

Nora Vale inherits three million dollars and a ruined seaside motel from an aunt her family called impossible.

She tells no one. Not even Rowan, her exhausted mechanic husband, who has spent years letting his family drain him dry.

Instead, Nora tells one dangerous lie: her design studio has collapsed, and she has lost everything.

Rowan does not blame her. He does not leave. He takes her hand and says, "Then we rebuild. You and me."

But the inheritance is not just money. Harbor Mile Motel hides records of a predatory company buying coastal properties through debt, fear, and family pressure. Rowan's brother is involved. Nora's aunt may not have died as quietly as everyone believed.

Now Nora must learn that money can buy time, repairs, and lawyers, but it cannot buy trust. And Rowan must decide whether the woman who lied to test his love is still the woman he wants to build a future with.

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

In seven years of marriage, I miscarried five times. I nearly died on the operating table.

My husband, Lorenzo Castellano—the mafia king who controlled the entire East Coast—gripped my blood-stained hand and choked out: "It's okay. You're all I need."

I believed him.

Until our anniversary, when I smelled her perfume on his shirt and discovered the truth: his sister-in-law had given him a three-year-old son—those same deep brown eyes I'd bled five times trying to create.

The cruel irony? Just the day before, two pink lines had appeared on a pregnancy test.

That night, the explosion lit up the entire ocean, our private yacht burning like a funeral pyre.

The man who made all of New York's underworld tremble finally learned what it meant to lose.

He lost his wife.

And the child he would never know existed.

Betrayed by both her mother, the alpha of her pack, his son and the lycan king, Raine finds herself in the hands of death. But fate intervened when a dying witch breathes new life into her, granting her a second at existence. Reborn as a Hexed Wolf, She was the ultimate hybrid with only one word on her mind:REVENGE.
Using her new powers and knowledge of black magic, she brings down all who have hurt her, but what would happen if she finds herself falling in love with the same lycan king that betrayed her?

The club is planning a team retreat, and sophomore Ashley suddenly raises her hand at the meeting.

"Doesn't Clara's family own a hotel? Cresthaven, right?"

"Since it's your family's place, we could each just chip in fifty bucks for the venue, like you're supporting your own business or something."

Cresthaven is the hotel my grandfather gave me on my eighteenth birthday.

Because it never advertises, outsiders assume it's just some bed and breakfast out in the countryside. In reality, the basic suites run eighty-eight hundred dollars a night, private dining rooms have a hundred-thousand-dollar minimum, and the ingredients get flown in fresh from around the world every single day.

She wants to hand me fifty dollars and get a free two-day retreat for fifty people.

I turn her down on the spot. Next week is already fully booked.

But that night at ten, Ashley posts in the group chat anyway:

[Good news! Thanks to Clara's generous support, the whole club is heading to Cresthaven next week for a two-day retreat, completely free!]

The replies underneath are wall-to-wall flattery.

She wants to use my hotel to buy herself goodwill and build her own reputation.

But that's up to me, not her.

She was never supposed to desire them.
They were never supposed to touch her.
But the moon never asks for permission.

On the day Lyra steps into a roadside bar hidden in the middle of nowhere, destiny awakens.
Her scent drives wild the wolves who swore they would never get close to humans again.
Their touch awakens a hunger within her that cannot be ignored.

Kaelen, Draven, and Eryx are predators.
Savage. Protective. Lethal.

Wolves bound by an ancient prophecy, cursed to a life of solitude.
Lyra is human…
Yet her body responds as if it has always belonged to that pack.
Between dreams that burn the skin, desires that pierce the soul, and a bond that defies every magical law, she discovers she was not chosen by chance.

She is the key.
The female.
The one capable of awakening the frenzy… and breaking destinies.
A sensual, intense, and wild fantasy.

Reverse harem. Wolves. Magic. Unrestrained desire.
Because when the moon calls, no one walks away unscathed.

My name is James Smith. After a plane crash, I ended up stranded on a deserted island with a group of beautiful women. I have to figure out how to survive in the wild while keeping my cool around these ladies, especially the flight attendant who keeps coming on to me. She seems willing to trade her body for my protection. Should I take her up on her offer?

The story of a Lycan and his Mate, and the devil who threatened to tear them apart. And the story of Three powerful vampire Kings and their fragile mate. Mysteries, the darkness of the past, and storms ahead, Can any of them make it to their final destination? Or they will get lost in the waves of time?

Two stories, six lives, one book, one desired ending and demons of the dark.

Read to find out their Journey.

Seventeen-year-old Wren Calloway has one rule: never fall for someone who smells like gasoline and danger. Then Rook Mercer parks his motorcycle outside her father's garage, and every rule she's ever made starts breaking one by one.

Rook isn't just a boy with a bike and a bad reputation. He's the reluctant heir to the Iron Saints — the most feared biker mafia in Harlow County — and he's been ordered to watch Wren's family without her knowing why. But watching turns into talking, talking turns into something neither of them can name, and the secrets Rook is keeping could destroy the only world Wren has left.

When Wren discovers that her father's garage sits on land the Iron Saints want at any cost, and that the boy she's falling for knew about it all along, she has to choose between the fury of betrayal and the terrifying possibility that Rook is the only person standing between her family and ruin.

Iron and Wildflowers is a story about loyalty, fire, and the kind of love that doesn't ask for permission.

I felt warm soft lips on my neck. My body felt like it was igniting.
“Your skin is so soft.” A voice said against my neck.

It was a familiar smooth voice that felt like it was filled with a richness. I felt a soft bite into my neck, and I moaned. Large hands slid down my sides. My knee went up and those large hands slid up my thighs, gently, caressing me.
The hands came up and moved between us to grab at my breasts.
The mouth that was occupying my neck moved down kissing my throat. My hands slid from his pale skin to his muscled back and wrapped into clean white hair.
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Grey Eyes, black wings, and white hair that reminded me of silver. That was my future. A mastermind behind a stone mask. Someone who had been my bully all throughout my childhood. He became my captor, my husband, my abuser, my protector, my comfort, my partner, and my lover.

War is horrible, there is no other universal truth that is truer. It turns its victims, and everyone is a victim in war, into monsters and the victors write history. History shows that the winners where courageous and the good guys. The truth is the people who write history, the winners, they’re sinister. You must be to win.

Mr. Ethan's business is bankrupt and in debt, so he turns to the powerful but ruthless Lucas for help. However, the price of preserving his livelihood is something Mr. Ethan could never have imagined: his daughter, Grace.

Grace Ethan is a hardworking and kind-hearted young woman who has tirelessly searched for work to help her father in need but has been rejected repeatedly. She is angry when she finds out that her father has promised her a job as Lucas' secretary and his wife. Torn between her loyalty to her father and her own life, Grace is thrown into a world of power, arrogance, and control embodied by the tyrannical Lucas.

When Grace reluctantly joins the Lucas Consulting Firm, her boss, Lucas, has high expectations of her and demands even higher terms. But as time passes and their lives intersect, Lucas' cold exterior crumbles to reveal a man wrestling with his demons. Despite the manipulation and hardships, Grace remains determined and unsure if she can accept her fate.

Will Grace find a way to get through this risky arrangement without losing herself? Or will Lucas' control and secret affection be enough to change both of their lives forever?

"You're late," he said, without turning.
Lydia smirked and let the door swing shut behind her with a solid thud. "By exactly two minutes. Hardly a capital offense."
"Two minutes," he repeated. "Do you even know what I could do to you in that time?" He finally turned to face her and the moment his eyes landed on her, they changed. The look he gave her made her legs unsteady.
Her breath caught in her throat. "Enlighten me."
He stopped just inches away. Close enough she could smell him. He didn't touch her but somehow she could already feel his hands and mouth like they were everywhere.
"I could have you up against this wall," he said slowly, eyes fixed on hers. "Your dress on the floor. My hand on your throat. And your mouth too busy moaning my name."
Lydia squeezed her thighs together, her breathing catching. She was already warm all over, the ache building fast. And like he could feel it, Ethan reached up, brushing one finger along the strap of her dress. She shivered.
The strap slid down her shoulder. Than the other. The dress slid down her body without resistance, looking at her feet. She didn't try to catch it. She just stood there, bare and breathing hard, her breast rising with each inhale.
Ethan's eyes moved over her slowly. "Easy," he said under his breath.
Lydia tilted her head and gave the faintest smile. "I'm good at following instructions." She tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt. "Can't say the same for you."


What if your nightmares were memories of past lives?
Every night, Ethan Laurent dreams of the same girl dying in his arms. Every night, he fails to save her. And every morning, he wakes up with the taste of her blood on his lips and a name he can't remember.
As the powerful heir to one of the strongest werewolf bloodlines, Ethan has everything - looks, status, and a reputation that makes every girl at LuxeMount Academy want him. But he's hiding something dark behind that perfect face.
Then Lydia Bailey shows up, and suddenly his carefully controlled world starts cracking. There's just one tiny problem: every time they get close, history tries to repeat itself. And this time? They're running out of chances to get it right.
Can they break the cycle before it destroys them both? Or were they doomed from the start?

Five years after her first love vanished without a word, a quiet aspiring designer discovers he's a knight in a secret war, and that she holds the key to a power that could either destroy the world or save it—a power that comes from the darkness within herself.

He always shows his dominance and she always obeys him.

The only one who can remove and elicit them from her is Him. Will he ever take pity upon her and save her? Or he's gonna shatter her with his cruelty?

Ester Willows, is a delusional girl and believing betterment in future she marries him and is willing to cross every limit to work her marriage out.

Desmond La Corte, a cold hearted person. He is very proficient in masking his real emotions by his menacing attitude and he is trying his best to annul his marriage.

Two different personalities and with two different purposes. How are they gonna work their marriage out?

Ava Monroe is haunted by nightmares that feel more like memories almost feel too real.

Running through forests on four legs. Claws slick with blood. Darkness closing in. She doesn't know what these visions mean only that they're pulling her toward Varex Group, the most powerful company in the world. A family shrouded in mystery.

But the Varex family harbors deadly secrets.They are the last sunwalkers vampires immune to daylight, wielding telekinetic power that kills with a thought.

When Ava's suppressed werewolf nature awakens, she discovers the truth: she is the last of the Lunaris Pack, hidden since birth from the brutal Umbrax clan that slaughtered her people.

Two worlds collide.

Vampires. Werewolves. Ancient feuds. Forbidden love. A war waiting in the shadows. And a life Ava never planned for.