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"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
[Click to watch me destroy them both...]

"Very entertaining. I highly recommend this book to the permanent library of any reader that appreciates a very well written mystery, with some twists and an intelligent plot. You will not be disappointed. Excellent way to spend a cold weekend!" --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (regarding Murder in the Manor) BEACHFRONT BAKERY: A KILLER CUPCAKE is the debut novel in a charming and hilarious new cozy mystery series by #1 bestselling author Fiona Grace, whose bestselling Murder in the Manor (A Lacey Doyle Cozy Mystery) has nearly 200 five star reviews. Allison Sweet, 34, a sous chef in Los Angeles, has had it up to here with demeaning customers, her demanding boss, and her failed love life. After a shocking incident, she realizes the time has come to start life fresh and follow her lifelong dream of moving to a small town and opening a bakery of her own. When Allison spots a charming, vacant storefront on the boardwalk near Venice, she wonders if she could really start life anew. Feeling like it’s a sign, and a time to take a chance in life, she goes for it. Yet Allison did not anticipate the wild ride ahead of her: the boardwalk, filled with fun and outrageous characters, is pulsing with life, from the Italian pizzeria owners on either side of her who vie for her affection, to the fortune tellers and scheming rival bakery owner nearby. Allison yearns to just focus on her delicious new pastry recipes and keep her struggling bakery afloat—but when a murder occurs right near her shop, everything changes. Implicated, her entire future at stake, Allison has no choice but to investigate to clear her name. As an orphaned dog wanders into her life, a devoted new sidekick with a knack for solving mysteries, she starts her search. Will they find the killer? And can her struggling bakery survive? A hilarious cozy mystery series, packed with twists, turns, romance, travel, food and unexpected adventure, the BEACHFRONT BAKERY series will keep you laughing and turning pages late into the night as you fall in love with an endearing new character who will capture your heart. Book #2 in the series—A MURDEROUS MACARON—is also available!

“You shouldn’t have disobedyed me, Hazel.” His voice came out hard and husky and she thril at the soothing undertone that sent chills down her spine, her py, already gaining lots of wetness. “I am sorry Daddy,baby girl needed some alone…” she tries to explain, but his next action shut her up. He flung her over the bed like she weighed nothing, her facing pressing into the pillow, while her ass position into the perfect doggy style he craved for. “I am going to punish you so fg well, momma. I am going to fk you hard till you no longer feel your legs, momma. Hazel gulps down the hitches in her throat at the thought of his 9 inches-thick, ck riding her tight cunt, to pleasure. Without any warning, Hazel felt his dk tearing throw her, as he made one rough thrust. “Oh my f*****g goodness….” her words thrailed into a moan, while his hands found his most adore part of her body, her waist, Pulling her backward, he began to thrust hard, with each thrust he got rewarded with moans that made him want to do more! Hazel had just gained admission to her favorite university in the city of Washington, she is forced to live with her fathers most trusted young friend all in the name of protection. Hazel eventually finds herself in the bed of the man she claims she hate, the one whom is to protect her from the outside world, after one foreplay, Hazel and Axel had refused to keep their eyes off each other. However, it didn’t end up as just a Lustful feeling. Will their love stand the test of time, in a world where fans criticize whoever goes intimate with their idol?

"You walked into my room, Astrid. No ba, no paties. What did you expect me to do? pray?" "I expected you to look away." "Look away?" His voice drops, dark and rough. "Baby, I've been looking away for five damn years."
Astrid Cole comes home for a quiet summer, no drama, no complications. Until Rhett Rivers, her brother's best friend, moves in. He's no longer the reckless boy she once knew. He's older, hotter, and completely off-limits. One party. One mistake. One night they can't take back. But what was supposed to be a one-time lapse turns into something far more dangerous. Because Rhett isn't looking away anymore and Astrid might not want him to.

Warning: Matured readers only.
This book contains violence, explicit content, taboo affair, forbidden relationship and BDSM.
It is intended for adults; 18 and above.

“This is…wrong, you are my twin sister's mates.” I stammered breathlessly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my body convulsed with the arrival of my fifth orgasm.


Betrayed by my mate and enduring a heartwrenching rejection, my world crumbled the day I was sold off to a vegetable Alpha to become a breeder.
But things took a swift dark turn as the vegetable turned out to be not one, not two, but three savage, sinful, dominant forces.
The rules were simple; No strings attached. Avoid eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Produce the next heir.
Disobedience meant swift death.
Once all these were in place, hopefully, my freedom or death would be granted.
Sticking to the rules was easy, until the rhapsody of an unforgettable night in the red room.
A deadly mistake that blurred the line between loyalty and family.
They were forbidden fruits, my twin sister's mates.
But I couldn't get enough of their hungry tongues claiming my filthy mouth, their wandering hands ravaging my body, bending me in ungodly positions. Deliciously sinful.
Once a naive virgin, now, a perfect good girl for their ruin.
Like a magnet, their sinful voices pulled me to them dangerously, conquering my morals.
When their voices go, “Spread your thighs for us, little dove.” I responded with total submission to my masters.
What was supposed to be a one-time mistake turned into a deadly secret obsession.
But secrets don't stay buried forever...especially the ones laced with a curse…and my masters were hiding more than just their dark pasts.
One deadly truth was capable of tearing us apart.

"You're already soaked, aren't you?" Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress."Three of us… and you're dro*ping before we even start."
Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm.
Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: "Whoever can make Lila moan the loudest wins free beer for a whole month."
But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she's fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier.
Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks — moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy.
She knows it's wrong. She knows it's risky.
But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?"

To help his life-saving benefactor, he personally pressed a pregnant me on the operating table to draw bone marrow.
I cried and begged him, "James, I'm pregnant. It's your child. Don't do this to me..."
But he had a look of disgust in his eyes. "Elizabeth, you'd lie about something like that just to get out of helping Mandy?"
Until there was a river of blood in the operating room and that unformed child turned into a pool of bloody water, he finally panicked.
Later, when he knew that the person who saved him in the fire ten years ago was actually me, he held my ashes and knelt outside the operating room for a full three days.

"Has our Alpha already fucked his twenty-buck pussy?"
Nikki’s voice cut through the air, but the recording she played was worse. It was his voice. Raven's voice. "Twenty bucks says I can make her fall for me. She's so desperate, it'll be easy."
The world stopped. I stared at Raven—the man who had held me, who promised I was his Luna. He looked pale, reaching for me. "Dawn, wait..."
I didn't wait. I slapped him. The sound echoed like a gunshot. "I was just a game to you?" I screamed, tears blinding me. I trusted him with my broken heart, and he sold it for twenty dollars.


Dawn Yeager is an invisible Omega, secretly in love with the campus king and Alpha, Raven Stone. But when her own mate, Dimitri, publicly rejects her for the popular girl Nikki, Dawn's life hits rock bottom—until Raven steps in to claim her. It feels like a fairytale, but the dream shatters when Dawn discovers Raven's claim was nothing more than a cruel twenty-dollar bet. Heartbroken and humiliated, Dawn unleashes her inner strength, transforming from a weak Omega into the Cheer Queen. Now, Raven is groveling for forgiveness, realizing he actually fell in love, while Dimitri wants her back. With a dangerous rogue threat looming and a romantic getaway that forces Dawn and Raven together, Dawn must decide: Can she forgive the Alpha who broke her, or will she choose a new path?

Lucinda’s husband surprised her with a stunning dress and a note that read, “Wear this to the end of year party tonight, sweet pea.” The tender nickname caught her off guard, he had never spoken to her that way before, and she dared to believe he was finally being romantic.
But at the party, her world shattered. His mistress, her own younger sister, and his ex, confronted her, demanding she strip because the dress belonged to her. To Lucinda’s horror, her husband sided against her.
The betrayal ran deeper than the evening’s humiliation. Years ago, her parents had forced a cruel switch on their wedding day, believing it improper for her younger sister to marry first. Millie, far from the virtuous bride they imagined, proved manipulative and ruthless.
Determined to win Leo’s affection, Lucinda had stood by him, helping transform him from a modest businessman into the powerful CEO of LL Group, the wealthiest man alive. Yet this final act of treachery broke her resolve.
Cornered against the wall, she met his anguished gaze and whispered the words that would change everything. “Leo, I want a divorce.”

My fingers slipped into my undergarments... I was on Sandor's bed, but I wasn't thinking of Sandor... the man I hated. Massimo, my boyfriend's brother.
He was never supposed to exist in my story. I was supposed to marry the man I loved and live a perfect life. But Massimo appeared out of nowhere, and my body betrayed me the moment he did. I touched myself while thinking of him, aching for a man who never once looked at me... not even once.
Valeria had been with her boyfriend for years, and at last, the day of their wedding arrived. Nervous, overwhelmed, and ready to say I do, she walked down the aisle—only to find her groom missing.
In his place stood his dangerously irresistible brother.
The man she had fantasized about more times than she could count.
Faced with desire, betrayal, and a choice that could destroy everything, Valeria must decide:
Will she marry the man standing at the altar or walk away from the wedding—and her fate—forever?

"I was just a bet?"
Becca slapped him hard across the cheek before he could even speak. He stood there, guilt-ridden, letting her rage wash over him.

After barely escaping an abusive relationship, Becca swore off love. Work was the only thing that gave her purpose—until Mark, her boss, entered her life. He seemed different. He made her smile again.

But behind his affection was a secret that could shatter her all over again.

Can Becca forgive the man who lied to win her heart? Or will she turn her back on love forever?

He promised her dying father he'd protect her. Always.
Dante Moretti grew up under Liliana's dad—a powerful mafia boss who taught him everything and treated him like a son. When the old man was killed, Dante swore he'd keep Liliana safe, no matter what. For years, he watched over her like a big brother, making sure no one ever hurt her.
Now Liliana is 21 and back home. She's beautiful, curvy, and done with Dante's rules. She wants to date, go out, live her life. But Dante won't let any guy near her. He scares them all away.
He tells himself it's because he's her guardian.
He tells himself she's like family.
But the truth? He doesn't want anyone touching her... because he wants her for himself.
One night, the jealousy boils over. One touch changes everything. What started as protection turns into something dark, hot, and completely forbidden.
In Dante's dangerous world, love is a weakness enemies can use. Old secrets about her father's death are coming out, and rivals are watching. But Dante can't let her go. Not now. Not ever.
She's his to protect.
She's his to have.
And some lines were meant to be crossed.
A steamy, possessive mafia guardian romance full of forbidden love, intense jealousy, and off-the-charts passion. Perfect for fans of dark, obsessive alphas and the women who bring them to their knees.

"You're my weakness" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at her, she yawned.

"If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish" She said as she stepped towards him.

He stepped back. “Don't come closer" he said, his hands jolting. “I'll shoot."

“Jerald Carter! New York's Cosa Nostra, can't even shoot me.” She mocked him, she knew he couldn't do it.
She kept moving closer.

“Jennifer!” He warned her.

“You can't kill me, Jerald.” She pressed her chest against the gun. “You and I both know I am The Thing You Kill For.”
Jennifer’s father promised that she would marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend—but now that her family's lives depend on it, there’s no denying it anymore.
There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn’t help but fall for him.

Everyone is not perfect of course, Jerald Carter got a big secret he’s keeping, of the dark and deadly variety.

But what will happen when she finds out that she married a man who could just as easily kill her as a snap...?

Reyna's eyes closed uncertainly. She bit her lower lip as the man crushed and sucked on the top of her breasts.
Her boyfriend had never done it before. This was a foreign feeling for her, but the sensation was extraordinary for Reyna.
Seeing that his opponent was aroused, Aryan began to do foreplay casually. Reyna moaned as the kiss moved down to her waist.


“Of all the women I've tried, why is this the only woman who can make me feel the pleasure of heaven on earth?” It was the first time for Aryan to reach orgasm after having sex with paid women. He also didn't believe it and he looked for Reyna by any means. Aryan then found Reyna on campus by kidnapping her and then she was taken to Aryan's house Aryan, who was crazy about having sex with Reyna, then decided to lock Reyna up as a prisoner Reyna's father looked everywhere but couldn't find her. Reyna also never came to campus Aryan said that Reyna had to marry him. That's what can guarantee Reyna can return to campus Reyna also agreed to marry the CEO. That's where Aryan and Reyna's relationship began and their journey becomes increasingly complicated......

She Thought He Was a Paid Escort. Now He Signs Her Paycheck.

After a reckless night, she left cash and ran. Her only mistake? The stunning stranger was her company's new CEO.

Forced to become his secretary, she navigates his icy commands while hiding their scandalous secret. But he's determined to find the woman from that night—and he's convinced it's her scheming best friend.

Trapped between his suspicion and her friend's betrayal, how far will she go to keep the truth from the man who holds her career—and her past—in his hands?

They chose her. They always chose her.
For eighteen years, I was the ghost in my own family while my adopted sister was the star. So when the ransom call came and they had to choose which daughter to save, I knew the answer before they spoke.
"Save her," they told the kidnappers, nodding at my sister. Then they turned to me. "She's strong. She can survive."
They were right. I was strong enough to survive the warehouse. Strong enough to disappear. Strong enough to come back.
Now I’m stepping onto the nation’s most-watched reality show, right alongside the people who left me for dead. They’re here to polish their perfect image for the cameras. I’m here to strip it bare—one live scandal at a time.
The problem? The show’s most powerful investor isn't playing their game. He’s a cold, record-breaking F1 champion​ who shuts down my sister’s tears and backs my play every single time. When my family tries a live ambush, he steps in front of the lens and makes it clear: I’m under his protection.
They called me strong because they thought I was disposable. Strong is the last thing they should have made me.

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

Karen Daly originally thought that she had married an ordinary man. She never expected this man would suddenly become her boss. He actually was the most mysterious heir of Rovio Corporation Inc, the richest man in Asia.
In public, he was a cold-blooded, decisive controller among the massive business empire.
In private, he was a wolf in sheep's skin, like a real devil. How could he let her go easily?...

“I’m not interested,” Violet said flatly, pushing his hand away like it meant nothing.
Freeman Dylan had never been rejected before.Rich,Popular,Infuriatingly handsome. The kind of boy who walked through Eastwood High like he owned it because, in a way, he did. Girls fell at his feet without him even trying.But Violet Roland? The quiet, sharp-tongued genius with glasses and zero patience for nonsense? She wasn’t impressed.
Not even a little.To Dylan, it was supposed to be simple. Just a bet. Make the school’s smartest girl fall for him. Break her walls. Win.
Easy Or so he thought.
Because Violet doesn’t fall for sweet words or pretty smiles. She sees through players. She hates lies. And Dylan… he’s everything she refuses to tolerate But what happens when the playboy starts breaking his own rules?
When the game turns real… and he’s the one losing his heart? And what will Violet do when she finds out she was never more than a bet?

You live to serve me. You serve to satisfy me. You satisfy to die for me, my vampire pet.
What will happen if a woman who's only twenty-two encounters a rude CEO? Their paths crossed but when he told her that he was not human, fear occupied her immediately.
He's one of the seven deadly sins: the sin of greed who's always greedy. One of the top vampires has an extremely handsome face. Women admire him. When he found her scent, he became only addicted to her and only she can be the vampire pet.

Three years of chasing Chase Blackwood, and all I got was a front-row seat to him tonguing my "sister."

The old me would've cried. Begged. Made a scene.

The old me also ended up dead.

Funny how a second chance at life gives you clarity.

So here's what's different this time: I'm done being the pathetic ex. I'm done playing nice.

I'm throwing champagne in his face and climbing into bed with Asher Hayes—his best friend, his rival, his worst nightmare.

And Chase? He can rot.

My husband Spencer quit his job to manage a rising model's career. In six months, she dropped the weight, blew up online, and turned into a supermodel — magazine covers, major runways, deal after deal.

Meanwhile, I watch myself expand by the day. Bloated. Double chin forming. Skin getting worse.

The whole world calls me greedy, lazy, out of control. Even my parents call to tell me to watch what I eat. And there's nothing I can say to make anyone understand.

Then one night, I catch them on the balcony, voices low, thinking no one can hear: "Forget about that fat cow. Once she drops dead, the house and the insurance are all ours."

That's when it finally makes sense.

Camille has a system tied to her. And it's tied to me.

Every pound I gain, she loses one.

I'm the fuel. The stepping stone. The inheritance they're waiting to collect.

She gets thin while I get fat?

So as long as I keep eating, she keeps losing weight?

Good.

I go ahead and spend a hundred grand booking a reclusive private chef for a full month. No limits on ingredients, price doesn't matter. The more extravagant, the better.

I'm going to eat whatever I want and actually enjoy my life.

Let's see how long she stays thin while I'm out here actually living my life.

“He’s my enemy, my father’s killer… and my fated mate.”

Elaria Veyne hates Alpha Draven Kaelith with every breath. The ruthless Alpha destroyed her family and left her pack in ruins.

But when a rogue attack leaves him injured and memoryless, fate traps them together. She’s forced to heal him in secret, locked in her chambers, sharing the same bed.

He doesn’t remember the blood he spilled—only that his wolf wants her. Craves her. Calls her mate.

Elaria swore she’d never fall for him.
But how long can she resist when his touch ignites her every nerve… and his kiss feels like destiny?

Because when his memories return, she might lose.

"You'll be my girlfriend for the duration of our contract term. That is until you're divorced."
I blink, heat rising to my cheeks. "I'm a married woman."
"Not for long."
"I can't be your girlfriend while I'm still married."
He smirks, pulling out his phone. "I knew you'd say that. Morals are dead, Princess. Welcome to my world."
Penelope Verdant was the perfect wife—devoted, graceful, and utterly blind. For four years, she believed she'd married the man of every woman's dream—Charles Halstead, the city's most powerful billionaire.
Until their fourth anniversary. Her husband in bed with her twin sister. She wants out. He refuses to let her go.
Cornered and desperate, Penelope turns to the one man no sane person would ever approach—the Devil of Deals. A faceless legend who trades in secrets, sins, and souls.
All she wanted was revenge.
All he wanted was her.
But vengeance always comes with a price, and the devil never bargains without blood.
What begins as a contract soon spirals into obsession. In a game where hearts are currency and betrayal is law, Penelope must choose—remain the pawn in her husband's game, or become the queen in the devil's.
Because with him, nothing is ever simple. And once you step into the Devil's bed… there's no way out.
Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, obsession, manipulation, violence, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is advised.

Everyone in our circle knows I'm Adrian's caged bird, and the "bad woman" his son Miles hates most.

For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife.

What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife.

Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son.

He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles."

He expected me to beg on my knees.

I didn't.

I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.

"Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself."

For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes.

I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy.

Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.

Alpha Vorian gets everything he wants. Women swoon, money flows, and his charm is lethal. But beneath the surface lies a darker truth by night, he's an elite assassin, flawless and feared, a man who never misses his mark.
Kavira has spent her life in the shadows. Forced to live outside the pack her brother rules as Alpha, she’s carved her own path one that’s built on loyalty, survival, and righting wrongs. Alongside her tight-knit crew, she reclaims what was stolen and returns it to its rightful owners.
When a powerful enemy paints a target on Kavira’s back, her world spirals.
And the assassin hired to take her out?
Alpha Vorian himself.
But fate has other plans.
Because the moment he finds her, he realizes the thief he’s meant to kill… is his mate.
Will Vorian follow through with the job? Or will he defy everything he’s ever known to protect the one woman he was never supposed to love?

My husband Michael's father and my own father shared the same name—Robert. His was Robert Carter; mine, Robert Smith. I once thought it a sweet coincidence, until that 3 AM phone call turned this quirk of fate into a living nightmare.
The nursing home called to say Robert Carter had died, but when Michael returned from his business trip, he assumed it was my father who had passed. "Old Robert's finally gone," he smirked. "Should've moved him to the cheaper nursing home ages ago." Can you believe it? His own father—the man who'd left him an inheritance—and there he was, helping his medical intern mistress cover up malpractice, dismissing the death as "just some useless old man."
He has no idea he's protecting his father's killer. No clue I've seen through his cold-bloodedness all along.
I wonder, when the truth finally hits him, how will this absurd tragedy end?

I died on my husband’s orders.
My five‑month baby was torn from me, limb by limb, on an operating table he approved.
My sister was left a vegetable after he paid men to break her.
I was thrown into prison for a crime I didn’t commit, then dragged back to donate my kidney to the woman who destroyed us both.

When I finally collapsed on a freezing street, wearing a humiliating sign around my neck, he didn’t even blink.

Then I woke up.
One year before the nightmare began.
Lying next to him on the very night he first believed her lies.

His hand is already reaching for me.
This time, I don’t cry. I don’t beg.

I smile.

He thinks I’m still his broken wife.
He has no idea that tonight, the hunter becomes the prey.
And when he finally falls to his knees?

His turn to beg.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, my husband Jonathan brought his dead ex-girlfriend's sister into our home — despite my objections.

"Beatrice, are you even human? You can't even show compassion to a dying woman! How could someone so cold-hearted be a role model for Oliver!"

My son — the boy I'd raised for six years — swung his little fists at me and screamed: "Beatrice! If you don't let Isadora stay, I'll never speak to you again!"

That was the moment my heart turned to stone.

I signed the divorce papers and walked straight back into the courtroom — clawing my way back to the top.

Then they discovered her lies. Every. Single. One.

Jonathan fell to his knees before me, eyes red and brimming with tears: "Beatrice, do six years of marriage mean nothing to you anymore?"

My son clung to my legs, sobbing: "Mommy! Mommy, don't go! I know I was wrong! Mommy—"

I looked down at them. I felt nothing.

"Now take your mistress and your son — and get out of my life."

I turned and walked away without looking back.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he asks and I shudder.
"Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter.
"Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me.
"I am a slut, only for you," I murmur.


I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend, but he never saw me as a woman. He always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Something was off in the air when he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and the fire in his eyes.

So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I would ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real or if I wasn't hallucinating.

The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away because of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

I'll do anything!" she pleads, grabbing my hands. "I'll do anything. Just let him go. He made a mistake." "That's not an excuse. It was a costly mistake." "Please. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all." I let the silence hang in the air between us as I think carefully, my eyes drawn to how firm and full her tits are. "Anything, princess?" She lets go of my hands and straightens, raising her chin. I watch as she swallows nervously. "Y-Yes. Anything at all."

I raise my fingers to her face, smearing my thumbs with her tears. I trail them down her strong jaw, to her throat, over the small hollow between her collarbones, the skin of her chest, stopping between her tits. I circle the spot quietly while she holds her breath, perhaps in anticipation.
"Would you let me fuck you, Titania?" - Feisty, yet innocent Titania Williams is best known for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and this time she's getting more than she bargained for.
When her dear Uncle Patrick betrays one of the most powerful Mafia Lords in New York, Kristoff Stavkros, Titania is caught unexpectedly in the underworld web of crimes and deceit. To save her uncle's life, she makes Kristoff an offer.

She'll be his for a month. Thirty days, he owns her body. Stupid, right? But Titania plays by the rules. But how can she come out victorious when Kristoff keeps changing the rules and is hell-bent on making her his forever?

"Tell me, who owns this dripping needy p***y?" he growled, driving her wild with his fingers, her legs shaking as the pleasure hit hard "Answer me, Lina!"
"You…" she cried ecstatically.
"Not good enough." He grunted, pushing her skirt higher and landing a stinging smack that made her gasp. "Say it like you mean it."
"You… you own every inch of it, Daddy. Please… please don't stop."
He's the alpha—dangerous, untouchable, and whispered to be gay because he's refused to take a Luna. Forced to go undercover as a professor at the prestigious college he owns, he never expected to be consumed by the fiery, irresistible new student who walked into his class. What he doesn't know is that she's on a mission—to kill him.
To her, he's the dangerously sexy professor whose touch left her aching for more after their first forbidden encounter. To him, she's the seductive temptress he can't get out of his mind—the one with the curves that drive him mad with lust.
But as their passion ignites into something uncontrollable, neither realizes the deadly secrets they're hiding are about to explode. Once their true identities are revealed, will it destroy them both, or fuel an even more dangerous desire?
But as their passion ignites into something uncontrollable, neither realizes the deadly secrets they’re hiding are about to explode. Once their true identities are revealed, will it destroy them both, or fuel an even more dangerous desire?

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder.
"Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter.
"Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me.
"I am a slut, only for you," I murmur.


I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes.

So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

The day after Lucian was titled Duke, he locked down the estate to find the woman who climbed into his bed.
In my first life, I claimed the honor. He grabbed my hand and sneered, "That woman has a scar."
I froze to death in the ice cellar.
In my second life, Martha slashed her own hand and stepped forward. He ripped her collar open. "She has a cross tattoo on her chest. Do you?"
His hounds tore her throat out in the snow.
Now we're in our third life. The Duke just issued a three-day ultimatum, dead certain that the woman is hiding in the Duchess's wing.
Martha and I stared at each other. We're the only two maids serving the Duchess.

What if your husband lived a double life and you are the fake wife?

I woke up to my husband celebrating our baby's death. He had poisoned me with abortion pills so he could marry Catherine Morrison-the rich woman he thinks is better than me and pregnant with what he thinks is his child.

I overheard him laughing; 'if she shows up somewhere demanding answers, I'll just say I've never seen her before in my life, Who are people going to believe? Me or some random girl from nowhere?'

David thought I had no evidence. He thought he had covered his tracks perfectly. He thought he was untouchable.

But when I'm done, he'll wish he never met me.

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

She was captured and sold as a bed warmer to a notorious Mafia Lord. On her escape, he was caught by him.

As their eyes met, she was stunned. Did she just find her second chance mate? She thought.

Her heart went wild, and so with her wolf inside. But the gorgeous man just looked at her with cold eyes. There were no traces that he felt what she felt. Her mate's pull toward her seemed to be not working. Until she realized by sniffing at him that he was not just a wolf. He was something more!

“Moon Goddess, I was just rejected by my mate, but here you are again, giving me a second chance mate, who is as cold as an iceberg,” she thought, whining.

Her wolf shouted, “Mate! He is ours!”

But then she was captured by the most fearful Hybrid King, who took her as his captive. But why did her heart go wild too as she saw him? There was no fear in heart for him but a familiar feeling of love and security.
She was already in a dilemma when her Alpha mate who rejected her returned to claim her!

Darn! Moon Goddess, whom would she choose?

“This isn’t right. Wh-what if we get caught?” I trembled in both fear and pleasure. A sense of guilt flooded through me.

A dark chuckle left one of the boys' lips— my alpha stepbrothers. “Well, that makes it more exciting.” Their warm tongues trailed softly on my skin. Igniting a burning storm in me.

Oh, moon goddess!


Excited to start a life with her mum’s new family. Things didn’t go as planned when she arrived at the pack’s house.

Meeting two drop-dead handsome brothers wasn’t what she was hoping for and most especially getting into the craziest carnal desires with them.

Could it be the moon goddess had something in store for them?

Something so forbidden?

Every time she draws away, the brothers find a way to pull her back into their sin.

How would she ever escape such forbidden atrocities?

She shouldn’t be doing this.

It was very wrong.

So, so wrong.

Yet why does it feel good?

Why does it make her toes curl?

Why does her wolf howl with each passing pleasure and orgasm?

And…

Why does it feel so right?

WARNING: Contains extremely explicit content. Read at your own risk or not!

She returned from the ashes with a stranger's face—but her heart still burns with the same fire.

Ten years ago, a Scottish minister's daughter fell in love with a mafia heir hiding in a rose-covered town. Then fire consumed everything. Now Fionna lives in Alastair's mansion as a lowly maid, her features surgically altered, her identity erased. He uses her body to mourn a ghost, never suspecting the ghost breathes beneath him. But Oleander—the cold Italian heiress chosen as his bride—senses the threat. As Fionna navigates a minefield of jealous servants, aristocratic cruelty, and her own traitorous desire, she must answer one question: can she destroy the man she once loved, or will her heart betray her before her enemies do?

Harriet Walter once had everything wealth, power, and a future others envied.

Then she made a choice for love.

When forced to choose between an arranged marriage to a powerful CEO or losing her inheritance, Harriet chose the man she believed in Taylor. To prove her loyalty, she sacrificed everything: her family, her fortune, even the company that carried her name.

But love turned into ashes.

The man she gave the world for slowly lost everything, and Harriet blamed herself for his fall. She stayed beside him through humiliation, poverty, and regret… until the night he did the unthinkable.

With a single bet, her husband gave her away.

Now Harriet belongs to a man no one knows a silent figure whose face hides beneath the brim of a hat. A man who wins people the way others win money.

Running is impossible. She tried once.

She woke up in his bed… marked, watched, and surrounded by walls filled with her own photographs.

Someone has been studying her.
Someone has been waiting.

The question is not who took Harriet Walter.

The real question is… why has he wanted her for so long?

It was supposed to be a bet to make her fall in love with him, break her, and humiliate her in public as revenge for his best friend, but that playboy, Henry, never knew that the hunter would be hunted and she would be the one who broke his heart into a million pieces.
But none of them will win this bet.

“So, you say you liked me from afar? But I have never met you even once before!” Elissa stood up, confused. He seemed more like a stalker, but he was handsome as hell, and seemed to be from a powerful and wealthy background; she just couldn’t end it simply.

He stepped closer, leaning to her ear and saying with his husky, hot manly voice, “You didn’t see me. But I have been watching every step of yours. I know your….”

He paused, then continued with a smirk, “I know every inch of your body.”

She jumped back, looking into his eyes, searching for the lies, but he didn’t seem a liar. She gulped nervously, “How and … what…” she stuttered.

But he pulled her close to his chest, “What do I want from you?” he moved his hand on her waist down to her hip, then said, “Of course I want to sleep with you!”

Even so, she was scared, but she, without hesitation, pushed him with all her strength and slapped his face, saying angrily, “Sleep my ass! In your dreams”

His eyes glowed with interest. No girl ever rejected him and slapped him boldly. He muttered before she could leave, “I will. We will. Very soon.”

I gave up five years of my marriage for nothing.

My son is dead. He died on his fifth birthday, waiting for his father to come home. But instead of his dad, a car accident took him. And his father? He was a thousand miles away, with another woman.

For five years, I put up with my husband's coldness and his family's constant humiliation. I thought having a child would melt his icy heart. I was wrong—so terribly, laughably wrong.

He couldn't even focus at our son's funeral—his eyes were only for his old flame, his "true love." It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that he finally shed those fake tears of regret. But it was too late. My child was gone. My love had died. And soon, I would be gone too.

This marriage, this whole life—it's all been one big joke. I just want to find my son as soon as I can. To tell him that his mother never gave up on him. To promise him that in another world, we'll never be apart again.

Elorai.

They burnt my lab to the ground.

They killed my scientists… with their claws.

The white, pristine walls they coated with blood and brain matter.

Now they’re glaring down at me, teeth bared.

But they won’t kill me.

No… they’ll take me instead, keep me in a cage, and bind me forever to them.

Joke’s on them.

They’re insane if they think I won’t claw my way out.



Ronan. Knox. Lucas

She was our target—the one we were sent to kill.

And that’s what we originally planned to do.

But we had her beneath our teeth, and instead of pleading for her life, she fucking glared at us.

Daring us.

Worst part? Our alpha wills weren’t working. Her scent bothered our wolves.

So we changed our minds.

We’ll keep her… for now.

And kill everyone who tries to take her from us.


Elorai—or “Lo,” like her scientist buddies called her—was just fine, living her life as a test subject for her white-coated handlers, getting cut open and sewn back together, until one day they looked at her and tagged her successful.

That’s when everything shattered.

In an instant, her lab was destroyed and everyone she knew was killed.

She tried to run, but her attackers caught her.

Werewolves… or mad beasts, like her scientists called them.

The plan was to kill on sight—but all three beasts looked down at her, their eyes gleaming... And something shifted in their gazes.

That’s when she knew she was in trouble.

Can she survive them or will she let them ruin her? Read to find out!

I was raised underground, hiding from the monsters who slaughtered my pack. The Blue Moon crest is the only thing I see every night before I close my eyes. Revenge is my only purpose on earth.

And then, I find him. Alpha Lucian of the Blue Moon Pack. The man who rejected me the moment he thought I was human. My mate. My enemy.

But fate twists crueller when I start my revenge. His Enforcer, Darius, carries the other half of my soul and the darker side of my bloodline. He knows how I am, but worse, he knows what I want.
In Blue Moon Park, nothing is as it seems. And if I don't kill the Alpha first, my forbidden second mate will kill me.

Coming home to find her fiancé in bed with her cousin should have broken her, but Blair refuses to fall apart. She's strong, capable, and determined to move on. What she doesn't plan on is drowning her sorrows in too much of her bosses scotch... or ending up in bed with her ruthless, dangerously charming boss, Roman.
One night. That's all it was supposed to be.
But in the cold light of day, walking away isn't so easy. Roman isn't a man who lets go-especially not when he's decided he wants more. He doesn't just want Blair for a night. He wants her, period.
And he has no intention of letting her go.

"Bitch, you're a whore. You should have died with your mother!"
Meredith’s voice thundered through the room as she landed a slap on Naomi's face.

Naomi’s hand flew to her face in shock and a flash of memory swept through her.

"Kiss me...please," she whispers, clawing at the man's towel, her mind hazy from drugs slipped into her drink.

She was vigorously kissing a man in a room, caressing him and forcing herself on the stranger.

It turned out that she was drugged by her step-sister that night, and ended up in a mysterious man's bed.

She got pregnant and was forced into an abusive marriage where she loses her freedom until the billionaire stranger from that night comes for his child.

All Iris ever wanted was to be free. She wasn't cut out for a life as a gang member, stealing from wealthy unsuspecting men.
Until she's caught.
Rafaelle Tommaso is a dangerous man who she made the mistake of stealing from, and she's going to pay for her crimes in his bed.
Six months in the mafia boss's bed... How bad could it be? Well, she's about to find out.