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Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle.

One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most.


Cristofer’s magnetic yet cold voice wrenched her mind back to reality, “Sign the divorce paper now!”
Estelle lay her legs down, sat up, and asked, “Did you drink?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Drinking is bad for your stomach.”
“I need to drink so that I won’t feel disgusted when having sex with you.”
“You couldn’t wait to divorce me?” Her voice sounded weak.
She turned her back on him as the smoke nearly smothered her, and she started coughing again.
“You know that, don’t you?” Cristofer deliberately breathed out a stream of smoke in her direction and felt inexplicably pleased to see her coughing and trembling.

Temptation has a way of slipping past every boundary and challenging even the strongest resolve. What appears controlled, familiar, and respectable on the surface often hides emotions that are far more complicated beneath. Hearts are drawn toward connections they know they should resist. Unexpected. Irresistible. Forbidden.
Inside this collection, you will find stories like these:
A lonely wife finding comfort in the one man she was never meant to fall for... her bodyguard.
A woman torn between loyalty and unexpected feelings for her husband's quiet, brooding brother.
A young employee caught in a life-changing connection with her powerful CEO.
A student navigating an undeniable attraction to a professor twice her age.
And many more stories where boundaries are tested and forbidden feelings refuse to fade.
Every story explores love, temptation, and impossible choices.
Emotional. Addictive. Impossible to forget.
Several forbidden romances.
One unforgettable collection.
Will you dare to turn the page?

"And what game are you to play?"

The masked Cannibal stepped forward. We were ten girls - all stark naked, different shapes and different skin colours. He walked before us, stopping to watch each of our faces and the sizes of our breasts.

Finally, he selected a girl with breasts the size of watermelons.

She squirmed under his grip.

"Go down on your knees!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes bulged, and she was hit across the face.

"If you're slow, you'll die faster like ants!" The man yelled.

The redhaired girl beside me was already sobbing softly. I glanced around. Most of us brought in here must have been forced here against our will, sold maybe by a loved one or worst kidnapped while being lost.

Some were humans like me, and others - werewolves, a threat to the Cannibals. And if you were identified as one, a brace heavy and thick was shackled and wounded around your neck.

I was only human. Luckily, I still had my pendant necklace around my neck given to me by my uncle.

"On your knees!" He forced her to her knees.

She did so quickly, her air intake was in shaky breaths.

The masked man peeled up his skirt and yanked out his monstrous dick.

It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it was hairs like grass.

I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth.

Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal.

"Now suck," he told her.

She took his cock and buried it inside of her mouth.

Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks?



This story contains different erotic stories. It cuts across domineering male leads, submissive and defiant characters.

I know I shouldn't want my sister's ex, but...
"Do you really want me gone?" Caleb asked.
"No...yes," I stuttered.
Every voice in my head screamed for me to step back but my body betrayed me. It betrayed me even further when Caleb suddenly curled his hand around my waist. He pulled me in, giving me no chance to prepare for his mouth crashing down on mine.
I didn't bother fighting it because I knew it was useless. I threw my arms around his neck, pressing further into him and I felt a familiar throbbing in the pit of my belly.
Without warning, he grabbed my hips and I felt myself being lifted in the air. Moments later, my back was touching the chair and Caleb was hovering above me.
"Take it off," he said in a hoarse voice.
I had it off and Caleb immediately attacked my breasts.
"Oh, my God," I whispered earnestly.
Caleb was merciless as he sucked both my nipples, leaving me squirming underneath him.
I barely had time to prepare myself as his hand slipped into my wetness. He put one finger in, then another followed before I could even adjust to the first one.
Just as I felt pressure building inside my stomach, he suddenly pulled his fingers out of me. Grabbing my hips, he lifted my butt from the couch and yanked my shorts off. He stared right into my eyes as he guided himself to my entrance.
"Caleb…" I groaned.
"Stay still," he commanded.
"Oh, fuckk," I breathed.
"You like that, uh?" He growled.
I felt filthy as I grappled with the fact that my sister's toxic ex was actually fucking me on our couch. And my sister was asleep a few meters away.


Dirty Desires is an anthology of unvarnished, erotic stories in which temptation rules, control is challenged, and rules are broken. From forbidden lovers to impossible attractions, from hidden lusts to dangerous indulgences, every story pushes the boundaries. They are mischievous, they're mistaken, they are everything you have been longing to experience.

After eight years in the military, Frank Moore returned to New York.

He had intended to attend his comrade's sister's wedding, only to witness her being utterly humiliated by mafia thugs, forced to drink their foot-washing water.

Enraged, Frank crippled the young thug's legs, condemning him to a wheelchair for life.

Faced with assassins from both the underworld and above, Frank made a phone call.

Hundreds of elite mercenaries descended from the sky, and the entire New York mafia fell to their knees in terror.

The tide in New York was about to turn!

In six years of marriage, I sacrificed everything for this family.
But my husband, Arthur, poured all his time and energy into another woman. Even worse, my own children wished for his mistress to be their mother.
When I realized I had been completely discarded—left truly alone in this house—something changed.
My eyes fell upon my mother’s Nobel Prize medal, and a fire ignited within me. A resolve of steel hardened my heart: From this moment on, I would live for myself!
Husband? Divorce him. Children? I was done with them.
From now on, I would be the master of my own destiny!
I returned to the laboratory, commanded the podium, and claimed the very same honors my mother once held.
But when I finally shoved the divorce papers into Arthur’s hands, his world—and the children’s—collapsed.
His initial flash of rage instantly crumbled. With bloodshot eyes, he fell to his knees before me, his voice hoarse and broken.
"Irene... I’m begging you... please don't leave me..."

WARNING!! MATURED CONTENT!!

The heart craves for whatever it wants, Good or bad—

Tiffany had a long time secret Crush on her uncle, who looked more manly and handsome than all the guys she met.

She vows to make him her man, hook or crook. Opportunity presents itself, as her parents suddenly had an urgent business outside the country, and had to travel, leaving her in her uncle's house, for a month.

Things get intense, as her uncle turns out to enjoy her advances towards him, but can't let things go further, because of their relationship.

Will Tiffany be able to finally conquer him or will their relationship be a barrier??

And other Erotica collections.

⚠️ WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with steamy, erotic, forbidden, or taboo themes, kindly exit now.

"I'm sorry, but I now have a girlfriend", Eric said.

" Just fuck me tonight Eric, please ", " Just tonight ". I cried.

Lola, a college professor, just got dumped by her no-strings-attached sex buddy, Eric. She's pissed, frustrated, and painfully horny.

Back in her office, she flips lazily through student assignments, the task was simple: Write a short romance story of your choice.

But one freshman, Noah, took it way too far. Instead of a harmless love story, he wrote out his filthy, unfiltered fantasy. About her. His professor.

Dive into Noah’s bold approach, Professor Lola’s burning curiosity, and a collection of sizzling short erotica that push every boundary.


This book contains a collection of different short erotic stories.

Life, they say, is not a storybook but life unfolds in chapters; good chapters, bad chapters. What happens when the chapters of Jasmine’s life were not only bad but terrible?


In a world where only the strong gets what they want, and where women are only considered toys, Jasmine, an omega wolf, is thrown into the furnace of life to burn by her mate whom she loved but now loathed.

She was abused day and night, lost countless pregnancies in the hands of her toxic mate, and was used as a mere pleasure toy. Life seemed hopeless, and fate played a quick one when she discovered she was pregnant again.

To protect herself and her baby, she ran away from the pack and ended up in the arms of another Alpha.

What happens when she discovers this Alpha was her second chance mate?

Is she finally going to be happy or has fate tricked her yet again?

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Blurb
"I am sorry for the inconvenience, I will move to my room now.”

"I love it when someone of your caliber inconveniences me.“

"Are you not afraid of what I might do to you?” He grabbed her neck and she moaned out slowly.

"Do to me what you desire,” She said breathlessly.

"It's best you let me go.” He kissed her neck and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"You are in my debt!!”

"Then why don't I clear off the debts.” He turned her to the bed.

Meet Tessy Jones, an MBBS student who has a deep crush on her hot neighbor who is old enough to be her father. Having a taste of him triggered everything about her to have more of him.

Tables turned upside down when she discovered he was daddy's best friend not just that she was also betrothed to his nephew.

Now Tessy is so obsessed with Daddy's best friend, what will she do? No father will want their daughter to date their best friend and the age gap is also a big no, lastly he is also a ruthless mafia.

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

Love lost, love chased, and love reborn—this collection of werewolf short stories weaves together tales of passion, heartbreak, and redemption.

From powerful Alphas who regret letting their fated mates slip away to strong-willed heroines who rise above betrayal, each story explores the raw emotions of second chances and self-discovery. Some wolves fight to reclaim what they've lost, while others learn that true strength lies in walking away.

As the moon guides them through pain and healing, they must decide: cling to the past or embrace the future?

In "Fated Mates Torn by Hate", experience stories of chasing love, finding self-worth, and letting go of old wounds to step into the light of a new dawn.

What could King Ikyn, the Taker of Life, the Dragon King himself, possibly want with Princess Eira? Is she just his bride or is she something more?


Glowing red eyes sit low within Ikyn's scaled, angular skull, giving him a rather intimidating look; nearly perfectly matching his human body. Several small gold horns sit atop his head, just above his thick, curved ears. Small fan-like skin and bone structures runs down each side of his jaw. His nose is long and has two tiny, warped nostrils and small onyx growths on his chin. Several rows of sharp teeth poke out from the side of his mouth.
'Is he... Smirking? At me?' Eira admires his long neck and studies his massive body. His skin is covered in wide, shining black scales. A row of onyx protrusions run down his spine. His belly is covered in shimmering gold skin, matching his horns and thorny claws. His monstrous bat-like wings grow slowly from his shoulders. A thin layer of gold skin is all that's visible inside and long onyx growths extend from many parts of the bottom sides of each wing.
Eira is too entranced to notice Ikyn sneak his tail around her small frame. She touches the thick, wide, shining black scales, finding it smooth and surprisingly cold. She flinches when she realizes the sharp gold tip of his tail is playfully sliding across her neck.

In our third year of surviving the wasteland, my companions and I finally realized it was all a reality show.

The elites and billionaires on the outside had built a massive dome, tossing us into this irradiated hellhole to be tortured. They broadcasted it globally, watching us drink toxic wastewater and eat mutated meat, treating us like monkeys in a zoo.

The mole in our team knelt in the mud, sobbing, begging me to understand that it was all a script—that as long as I played along, I could live.

Without a second thought, I swung my blade. Right in front of ten million VIP viewers, I chopped off his leg.

"Crappy script," I sneered, kicking aside the severed limbs and blood on the floor. Gripping my machete, I walked toward the real world beyond the heavy gates.

To those who used our lives for entertainment: I'm coming for yours.

My daughter has been blind since birth. On her eighteenth birthday, she finally received news of a matching cornea donor.
Our whole family was so excited we couldn't sleep that night. My husband and daughter eagerly prepared for the surgery, their hearts filled with hope that she would soon see the light.
But I suddenly slammed my hand on the table and, amidst the family's stunned gazes, proposed a divorce on the spot.
My husband's face turned ashen as he demanded harshly, "You want a divorce just because I'm going through with our daughter's surgery?"
I curled the corner of my mouth and enunciated every word: "That's right. Because you're going through with her surgery—this marriage is over."

He never planned to touch her, let alone crave her.

When ruthless billionaire Roman Thorne is forced into a strategic marriage, he chooses Elena Sinclair, quiet, obedient, and easily controlled.

Or so he thought.

Behind her innocent eyes is a sharp tongue, a hidden past, secrets, and curves that haunt his nights. Elena has no intention of being anyone’s trophy wife. She plays by her own rules, and Roman’s cold detachment only fuels her fire.

Now Roman wants more than her name on his paperwork. He wants her moaning his name in the dark. He wants her loyalty. Her heart. Her everything.

Too bad Elena didn’t come to be owned.

I thought I'd signed up for an immersive dating show.

Turns out it was a 99.9% death rate, globally livestreamed horror game.

And me? Half-blind without my contacts, desperate to go viral, I somehow talk my way through a death game like it's a romance.

I mistook blood for ketchup, human eyeballs for sashimi, a murderous child ghost for a kid who just needed some love.

Worst part? I fell for the guy running the place, the one who could kill you without blinking, and tried to get his number within the hour.

My teammate hissed at me, shaking. "You wanna die, fine, just don't take us with you!"

I just waved him off. It's a dating show. Relax.

I found out my entire relationship with the golden boy of hockey was just a sick, twisted bet with his ex-girlfriend.

I gave Felix Sawyer my firsts, my heart, and my absolute devotion, only to stand frozen in a parking lot listening to him and his friends laugh at my pathetic existence. "The whole thing with Bethel was just a bet," he had smiled, shattering my world.

Years later, I’m no longer that naive college nerd. I’m playing in the championship finals, and the only thing standing between me and the trophy is the demon who ruined my life.

"Let's make a bet," Felix whispered, cornering me in the locker room before the game, his smug face inches from mine. "If you win, I'll crawl in the snow. But if I win... you belong to me."

I accepted, fueled by pure, unadulterated hate. I was going to crush him on the ice. I was going to make him bleed tears.

But I didn't.

I watched in absolute horror as the final buzzer blew, and the scoreboard mocked my failure. Felix skated toward me, the crowd chanting his name, a dangerous, predatory smirk on his face.

"A bet is still a bet, darling," he mouthed. And tonight, he was coming to collect his prize.

My world began to crumble the day my adopted sister, Opal, forced her way back into my life with a fatherless daughter in her arms.
My eldest son, Finn, was strapped to an operating table and used for live experiments until he was tortured to death. His remains were tossed into Death Valley.
For her, my husband struck me, costing me my second unborn child.
For her, my own brother locked me in a freezing dungeon. And my late father? He had been a slave to her charms long before he died.
While they threw a lavish birthday party for Opal’s daughter in the brightly lit banquet hall, I was pinned down by dungeon guards, my clothes being ripped off, inch by inch...

Warning: This is not your regular love story. This is a collection of explicitly sinful acts. Confession, forbidden deeds, Raw, vivid.

DON’T READ IN PUBLIC.

Unless… you enjoy the risk of being caught.

It isn’t just a book. It’s an experience that will make your body burn.

Every story in this book is fast, wild, and full of heat. Bold women take what they want. Dominant men fight their urges. Every touch, every look, every whispered word will make you crave more.

As you read, your heart will race. Your body will react before your mind can catch up. You’ll gasp, shiver, and ache for pleasure. Each story is written to make you move your hand as you read, to feel every word.

We have it all—MF, MM, FF, MFM, FFM, MMMF, and everything in between. Every fantasy you can imagine. Every kind of desire. Every risky mix of heat.

The thrill of being caught. The rush of secret wants. The pull of power and lust. It’s all here. You’ll imagine being there, feeling every touch, every kiss, every deep push.

No holding back. No rules. Just raw, hot desire. Your eyes read the words. Your hand follows your body’s needs. You’ll touch yourself, tremble, and feel the heat grow.

By the last page, you’ll be breathing fast, shaking, and wanting more. And the stories won’t leave your mind. They’ll stay with you, making you ache for the next word, the next touch, the next release.

This isn’t just reading. It’s indulgence. One hand holds the phone. The other? That’s up to you.

Are you ready to give in?

In my previous life, I ran a barbecue restaurant to support my family for ten years, but my parents secretly sold the restaurant to a gang because of my younger brother's vanity in wanting him to study abroad.
An hour later, the apocalypse began, and my little shop became a god-level safe house—
Those with superpowers who enter the store have their abilities automatically copied to the store owner; the store is absolutely safe; the store owner decides who enters and who leaves.
My family ruined my amazing little shop, and they scolded me, saying, "Who told you to be unable to keep the shop?"
I was heartbroken and torn to pieces in the mouth of a zombie.
In this life, I was reborn back to an hour before the shop was taken away.
I must protect my shop!
As for those so-called family members—let them fend for themselves in the apocalypse!

"Sir..." I was trying to get his name, maybe his title, to be able to communicate with him better, but he just looked at me, not saying anything.
"Sir, I promise you I was not challenging anything. I was just asking where we were being taken to. In fact, I wish to see the Alpha King now. I can work. I can be a really great asset to his park, and since he is old, he would need one more young powerful woman in his pack. I don't think he wants to kill me after he knows me, please."
"I don't think the Alpha king needs anymore people to work for him, we have enough hands already," The fine man said.
I could see that the Beta Ava was just smiling non stop but I just couldn't place my head on what was making her giggle.
"Please let me convince him myself."
"Then do. I am listening," he said putting his hands on his chest.
"What?" I didn't understand what he meant.
"He is the Alpha King, Sweetheart."

After Elisabeth was stripped from her title as the Luna of the safe moon pack and found out that the Alpha and mate she had known all her adult life has impregnated someone that was not her, someone she trusted with all her being and sacrificed everything for, including her father mate that he rejected for him. Now disgraced and to be sent away as a slave to the Alpha King whom everyone feared and known as the worst kind of dictator.
She tried to escape to find her own world, to excel, the only thing she wanted to do was to save herself first from being hauled off to the Alpha King, she would rather go rouge than fall into the hands of the Alpha king who would destroy her completely, but that didn’t go as planned, The plan only landed her deeper into trouble.
The Alpha king turned out to be not what they had all pictured him to be, she was expecting who she saw when she got there, Now she has to use him to her own advantage, To game the beast in him. Through humiliation and thrive, she was able to survive.
The Alpha king helped her to stand solely on her feet, as she claimed back what she had lost and more...
How can a mighty king love a lowly wolf like me, A rejected?

"Alpha Jax has made his intentions clear. He's looking for a Luna."
"Again?" The other man sounded skeptical. "That would make this the fifth time."
My breath caught.
"Yes." Father paused. "The criteria remain the same. A woman between twenty and twenty-five. Capable of bearing children."
"And if this one fails like the others?"
Silence stretched on.
"Then he'll keep searching until he finds the right one."


Vivia took everything from Liora. Her family. Her status. Her fated mate. Then she framed her and turned her into the whole Pack's sinner.
Until Jax appeared. The brutal Alpha rumored to have lost four Lunas chose Liora in front of everyone. He called it a transaction. A duty of breeding.
But night after night, he claimed her anyway, binding her with his mark and confessions torn from his chest, pressing deeper into her body and her soul until escape was no longer an option.

WARNING!!! MATURE CONTENTS.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

" If you think you can pin someone else’s child on me ..." Drake smirked as he turns towards Sarah who was beginning to shed tears

" I didn't do this on my own Drake,I came here for the money." tears flowed down her eyes , there was no way Drake was accepting her child after the incident with his best friend last night and now he wouldn’t let her explain.

" I will wire the rest of your balance to your account in the morning, I am sorry Sarah you have to pack your things and leave now ."

" At least hear me out ." Sarah managed to stand up in tears . " This baby ...."
“ this contract is over” He cut her off before she could finish
Drake walked out of the room before she said anything more.

Except it wasn't that easy

Drake Holt wasn't just anybody,he was wealthy and a well-known billionaire.Not interested in marriage except the normal hookups he is determined to win back his ex who is almost married.

Sarah Rosewood is determined to put her feelings aside so she doesn't get heartbroken again by this same man Drake Holt, who happened to be her ex too , but it's not so easy as it sounds . Every seconds playing as his pretend wife draws her closer to the billionaire playboy who might again break her heart.

"So ready for me." his thumb circling my clit until I was shaking under him.
"Zac... please," I moaned, my body arching, begging.
He kissed me hard, pulling his hand away only to undo his belt, shove his pants down. My body ached for him, my walls tightening at just the thought of being filled.
He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locking on mine. "Tell me you're mine, Aria."
"I'm yours," I whispered, "Always yours."
He pushed into me, slow, stretching me wide. I gasped, nails digging into his back.
He moved deeper, groaning against my neck. "So tight. So perfect."
"Zac...please...faster..."
He growled, obeying, pounding into me, his lips finding mine again, kissing me through every thrust. His hand slid down, fingers rubbing my clit while he fucked me harder, and I screamed his name, my body shaking.
The pleasure built fast, too fast, curling tight inside me until it burst. I cried out, clinging to him as my climax ripped through me, my whole body trembling.
He didn't stop, driving into me harder, chasing his own release. His growl grew louder, rougher, until he buried himself deep inside me and cummed, his body shaking against mine.
"One week," he whispered again, "One week, and you're mine forever. No one will ever touch you again."


Aria was the omega no one wanted, except Alpha Zac or so she believed. He promised her love, a future, a place by his side. On the night of her nineteenth birthday, he betrayed her before the entire pack, choosing another as his Luna... and selling Aria to Alpha Damon of the Winchester Pack.

“She’s my mother, not yours.”
“Abigail, be a good girl. This is your honor.”
“If there is a next life, I’ll make you pay for this.”
I was tied to the stake and burned alive by the family I loved; betrayed by the “mother” who had been poisoning me for eighteen years, abandoned by the sister who wore my scent like a mask.


Abigail is the wolfless outcast of the Crimson Fang Pack. She was raised on lies, her wolf never meant to awaken. Until one night, her family ties her to the stake and burns her alive in the name of “sacrificing to the Luna to protect the pack.”
When she opens her eyes again, she’s back at seventeen—before it all began. Armed with the truth of her past life, she must tear apart the carefully laid conspiracy that stole her future.
Can she do it?
Can she awaken her wolf?
Can she find her fated mate?

Rhye Gosling demanded she marry him after their accidental nerve-wracking one-night stand. Little did she know, he was the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf community, a world she thought only existed in the book. How hard could it be? Yet, the handsome and demanding Alpha would change her life to the full extent, bringing her laughter and tears, hatred and love, and into the chaotic world of magic and wonder where werewolves and demons existed and would do everything to bring the Alpha to his knees.

Racked by confusion and changes in her body, Diana found herself irresistibly drawn to Andrew. Passion ignited and threatened to consume them both. However, she was unprepared for the reason he had sought her out and the danger that lay ahead. Regardless, sharing a love of conquering their goals, this unlikely pair began to form an unexpected bond that led them to a place neither of them ever expected to be.

“Keep being my fiancée, and I can pretend nothing happened tonight.”

That was the first thing my fiancé said to me after I publicly exposed the video of him cheating.

Everyone knows I’m just a mixed-blood orphan taken in by the Sterling family.

Cowardly. Ordinary. Hidden behind thick glasses—the lowest of the low in the eyes of pureblood werewolves.

So they were certain of one thing—

Even if my fiancé betrayed me, I wouldn’t dare fight back.

But what they don’t know is that the rarest bloodline in the werewolf world runs through my veins: the Golden Wolf.

By accident, I saved the most noble—and most dangerous—man in the werewolf world: Alexander, heir to the Arctic Wolves.

Cold. Powerful. Untouchable… yet he alone loses control when it comes to my scent.

And as he draws closer, I begin to realize:

My fiancé’s lies, my uncle’s hold over me, my parents’ disappearance…

They all have everything to do with the Golden Wolf blood in my body.

They all want to use me.

But Alexander cages me in his arms, locks eyes with me, and says:

“Fiona, you can hate me—but don’t ever think you can leave me.”

I thought he was my salvation.

Until I discovered—

His interest in me might have been for the Golden Wolf blood inside me all along.

If even he has been lying to me,

then this time… who can I trust?

“Miss Ashford, your identity is already dead.”

“But I’m still alive.”

That night, on my birthday, I lost everything.

My father was killed by our enemy, my family was destroyed, my mother was gone, and my younger brother disappeared without a trace. And I, the once untouchable Ashford heiress, became a fugitive hiding in the shadows, fighting for my life.

To escape the people hunting me, I abandoned my luxurious life, changed out of my designer gown, and hid my true identity aboard a ship.

But I quickly learned that losing my wealth was not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing was realizing that in this world, no one cared who I used to be.

Just when the Moretti family found me and prepared to erase the last survivor of the Ashford family, a man appeared.

Dmitri Solovyo.

The Russian boy who was once tortured and despised had become the ruthless leader of the Bratva.

He arrived with a gun in his hand and death in his eyes, pulling me back from the edge of destruction.

I recognized his eyes.

Because many years ago, I was the one who gave a piece of bread to that wounded, abandoned boy.

I never expected that the boy who once needed saving would grow into the man everyone feared.

Dmitri is cold, dangerous, and a man who trusts no one.

He says he saved me only because—

“Dead people have no value.”

“Mr. Cross, why have you been suffering from insomnia for ten years?”

“Because… I’ve been waiting for someone.”

“A woman?”

I looked at the mysterious man in front of me and realized for the first time that my patient was far more complicated than I had imagined.

My name is Mila Thorne. I’m 26 years old, and I’m a psychologist.

I used to be the top psychologist at the most prestigious private hospital in Dusk City. But after being betrayed by my best friend, I lost my job and everything I had worked for. With my rent due and no other options, I accepted a high-paying offer—to become the private psychologist of Draven Cross, the CEO of Darke Group.

Everyone in Dusk City warned me about Draven Cross.

He was a cold and dangerous man. He controlled the largest multinational corporation in the city, possessed unimaginable wealth and power, yet he had been suffering from severe insomnia for years.

But after spending time with him, I realized he wasn’t anything like the rumors described.

He would treat my injuries when I got hurt, remember the foods I liked, and quietly take care of me after my long days of work.

The strangest thing was…

The man who hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully for ten years could finally fall asleep whenever I stayed by his side.

He said the scent on my body made him feel safe.

He said that as long as I was there, he could sleep.

I thought it was just a special psychological dependence.

Until I discovered that he was hiding a secret.

He lived in darkness, couldn’t be exposed to sunlight, had an unusually cold body temperature, and drank a strange “red wine” that didn’t smell like alcohol at all.

All of this reminded me of the person who saved me sixteen years ago.

The Boys of Hawthorne is a four-part series about four brothers who know the meaning of 'Blood is thicker than water,' and the girls who ultimately bring each of them to their knees.

Boston:
Boston- There's just something about sneaking around that gets the blood pumping, and sneaking around with my stepsister gets me excited in more ways than one. But falling for her, that was never a part of the plan. I should have known that once I’d had a taste of her, there would be no turning back.

Lincoln:
Lincoln- There’s nothing I like more than a good time, but when a little blonde with bright green eyes lands in my line of sight, I’m drawn to her like never before. Her innocence just makes me want to corrupt her, in only the best ways, of course, and when she’s taken from me? There isn’t anything that I won’t do to get her back.

Jackson:
Jackson- I was caught off guard when she opened up my mark's door. And when I see her later that same night, I try to do the right thing, but she was just too tempting. And now that she's in my life, even if it is a little differently than I could have imagined, I’m not about to let her go. At least, not if I can help it.

Dallas:
Dallas- My past creeps up on me in more ways than one, just as I’m finally turning my life around after making the biggest mistake of my life. I can’t stop thinking about her, but being a part of her life might be bringing danger to her doorstep and all I want to do is protect her, even if it means pushing her away.

All my life, my greatest desire has been to gain recognition—not as a "silver-fur from a small pack," but as a respected healer, and a mate who is more than just a name on a mating bond.
I once thought that in the cold Blackmane Pack, I could find a glimmer of hope through Lucian's gentle courtship and the elders' recognition of our fated mate bond. But when I walked into the Moon Gathering, all I saw was him dancing with Mira under the full moon, while pack members whispered, "She will never be our Alpha female." Mira even stepped closer, her voice laced with malice: "Everyone is hoping he forgets about you... and so am I."
Betrayal, isolation, the shattering of all illusions. On the night after the coronation ceremony, I huddled in the corner of the cave, tears soaking the animal hide. Yet I still clung tightly to my herb house and persisted in my healing work—even though Lucian treated me like a stranger.
But fate loves to rub salt in wounds. Once, when I followed the hunting party to gather silver-leaf grass, Mira "accidentally" pushed me into the icy river. I watched Lucian leap into the water, only to swim straight toward her, leaving me to cling desperately to the rocks alone. His voice was as cold as the river water: "Seraphina! Hold on!"
My fingers tightened around the slippery stone, but my heart was colder than the river itself. Did our mate bond really mean nothing to him?

She came to seduce a monster. She didn't expect to fall for one.
Elena Heart is a liar, a spy, assassin and the last ghost of a murdered noble house. To break the curse of monsters plaguing her land, she accepts a deadly mission: infiltrate the court of King Xavier Drakes, the tyrant who rules with iron and shadow, and seduce him into ruin.
But the king is not the beast she imagined.
Xavier has spent a decade chained to a monster inside his own soul, forged by betrayal and a childhood spent in darkness. He sees Elena’s ruse from her first treacherous smile. Yet he doesn't kill her. He plays along. Because a woman brave enough to lie to a tyrant might be brave enough to help him burn the real conspiracy down.
As lies entangle into truth and hatred twists into obsession, Elena discovers the greatest danger isn't the monsters at the border, it's the man who knows her every secret and surrenders anyway.
In a game of power and poison, the last move is always love. Or murder.
They’re not sure which yet.

Swapped at birth and stripped of her rightful place, Mia Jones thought her life couldn't get any worse after her scheming sister, Eleanor, stole her family and her fiancé. But a malicious plot leads Mia into the wrong room.

Drugged and thrown into the wrong man’s bed. Mia Jones realized her hands were tied to the bed frame. A towering silhouette radiating a dangerous aura stood at the foot of the bed. Before she could process what was happening, she was claimed by a violent kiss from that man… unaware that the man she left behind was the ruthless heir of the Greco Empire and powerful billionaire. A man powerful enough to ruin cities with a single word. A man who never lets women near him, Dylan Greco.
When Dylan wakes, the mysterious woman is gone.
“Have you uncovered the identity of the woman last night?”
“Boss, we couldn’t find anything. That woman… must have broken in by accident.”
But he remembers her. And he wants answers.

Escaping into the night, Mia Jones tries to bury the traumatic memory, unaware that the CEO is tearing the city apart to find the mysterious woman with the crescent-shaped scar on her back.
Fate brings them together again when Mia unknowingly takes a job as the therapist for Dylan's autistic son, "Little Shrimp"—a child who instantly connects with her and calls her "Mummy". As Dylan unravels the truth about that dark night, he vows to protect Mia and help her reclaim everything that was stolen from her. But with a manipulative sister, a treacherous family, and deadly enemies lurking in the shadows, will their unexpected bond survive? It's a gripping tale of sweet revenge, hidden secrets, and a romance that could bring an empire to its knees.

For five years, Lyka Forth was the invisible force behind billionaire Hollywood icon Sean McGregor. She scheduled his life, anticipated his needs, and quietly hid a hopeless, unrequited love for her boss. She never expected him to look her way, especially not after the tragic car accident that claimed his wife’s life and left his four-year-old son traumatized and mute.
But Sean is drowning. Running on empty from a brutal case of insomnia, he discovers a bizarre secret: the only time his mind quiets is when he’s near Lyka. Desperate to give his son a stable guardian and eager to keep his only source of peace close, Sean offers Lyka a ruthless deal: a contract marriage. Only on paper. No feelings involved.
Forced into close proximity, the icy boundaries of their business arrangement begin to melt into a scorching, slow-burn passion. But between a media frenzy, a toxic manager, and a vengeful ex-girlfriend, their fake life is a battlefield. Just as Sean realizes his vows have become entirely real, a devastating secret about the night of the accident surfaces. The text messages that sent his late wife fleeing to her death came from Lyka’s phone.
Can love survive the ultimate betrayal, or was their marriage doomed from the very first signature?

"Did you take the morning-after pill?"

Silence stretched for two seconds on the other end of the line.

"Are you out of your mind?" The woman let out a cold laugh. "You think every woman who sleeps with you is going to get pregnant?"

"I tested positive for pregnancy." The man spoke through gritted teeth.

"You're absolutely fucking insane."

With that, she hung up directly.

As the heir to New York's most dangerous mafia family, Luca Ferretti never imagined he'd be brought down by a one-night stand gone wrong.

A party where someone had spiked his drink led him to spend the night with a stranger. Three weeks later, he began experiencing severe morning sickness, appetite disruptions, and was even informed by the family doctor that he was—pregnant.

And the only woman who could possibly be carrying his child was none other than the cool, formidable CEO of a fashion empire—Stella Conti.

Stella's life had long been consumed by work and responsibility. Between caring for her younger brother and protecting the business empire she'd built with her own hands, she never allowed anyone to disrupt her carefully laid plans. But just as one business crisis after another began piling up, she discovered she was pregnant with the child of a stranger whose face she couldn't even remember.

When a mafia king meets a fiercely independent business queen, when two equally proud individuals are forcibly bound together by an unborn child, what kind of sparks will fly between them?

Anna Brown has the ability to dream and go to the Moonland, the land of werewolves, and dark creatures. But she wished all her dreams were just like those that everybody has. Yet, her dreams were different. Her dreams weren't colors of rainbows and sunshine, her dreams became her reality, after all, she was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. The last of her bloodline. Nobody knew that she was the daughter of the Moon and Fire. However, Anna was beyond miserable, how fate played her, how she was just a pawn to an ancient war of werewolves. Her fierce visions were her grief untold, and she wished she could show it, she does. But she has to let the long-lost Golden Alpha Harry Camilton in so he can trust him yet, she doesn't know whom to trust and they shattered her hope, lies were told. Would she choose the promise of his love or choose the call of the Moon Goddess?

Marigold never asked to be hunted, mistaken for her dead twin, or babysat by the most terrifying Alpha in the kingdom. Gregor says it’s life or death. She says it’s annoying. Between botched impressions of her glamorous sister, endless sass, and the fact that her only spare clothes are long gone, survival feels like one big joke—until the Black Fang pack closes in with blood in their teeth.
He’s massive, ruthless, and maddeningly protective. She’s reckless, sharp-tongued, and absolutely not afraid of him. Together, they’re running for their lives beneath the storm—but what’s more dangerous? The assassins hunting them…or the sparks threatening to burn them both alive?

"You are nothing but a plaything! You exist to be used!"
When the man who once promised eternal love roared these cruel words, Angel's illusion of a happy marriage was shattered into bloody pieces.
Four years ago, endless domestic violence and humiliation dragged her into a living hell. Yet, that physical nightmare was merely the prelude to an even darker conspiracy.
Four years later, she finds herself trapped in a much more terrifying trap. To completely tame her, a mysterious controller is injecting her with a dangerous drug called "Therapyne." It is designed to block out her memory and numb out her emotions, erasing who she is. As her past slips away day by day, Angel struggles desperately on the edge of losing herself, knowing she might disappear forever.
A desperate plea for help becomes her last saving straw. Under constant surveillance, her friend must break into the core office to steal the personal clipboard, the hidden camera footage, and most importantly, a vial of Therapyne.
This is a brutal race against time. When Angel's mind finally goes completely blank, will she still be able to recognize the one who risks everything to save her? Will she break free from the shackles, or will she be reduced to a perfect, emotionless puppet forever?

"You think five years of running could free you from me completely?"

The man's icy gray eyes locked onto mine as his fingers brushed the faded bite mark on my neck.

His mark.

The nightmare I had spent five years trying to forget.

Five years ago, I fled the Black Moon Pack with nothing but scars and secrets, disappearing from Alpha Bruce's world.

Now, five years later, I have returned to Silver Crown City as a photographer. I thought I could finish one project and leave unnoticed.

I was wrong.

Bruce was still powerful, dangerous, and every bit the Alpha who stood above everyone else.

Worse, I soon realized our reunion was no accident.

The high-paying assignment. The unexpected invitation. The carefully arranged seat at the gala...

"Tell me to stop," Samuel murmured, his fingers sliding into Amelia's soaked panties, feeling her body tremble beneath his touch.
"Samuel... we can't—" Her protest was cut off by his searing kiss.
"Say it," he repeated, his thumb pressing against her sensitive clit. "Tell me you don't want me."
But she couldn't. His other hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, letting her feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach.
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, his fingers beginning to move in and out slowly. "Say it, and I'll stop."
She should have pushed him away.
After losing her family, her fortune, and the name she'd carried for eighteen years, love was the one thing she couldn't afford.
But when four powerful men refused to let go, walking away became nearly impossible.
Amelia had once been the perfect heiress—beautiful, privileged, untouchable.
Until the real daughter came home.
Cast aside by the wealthy family who raised her, Amelia entered college with nothing but her pride and the will to survive.
But just as she hit rock bottom, four men crashed into her world:
The loyal football star who worshipped her like a goddess.
The arrogant heir who refused to lose her.
The forbidden professor who'd break every rule for her.
And the ruthless lawyer who destroyed her life—yet couldn't stay away.
They all want her.
They all refuse to let her go.
And Amelia is no longer willing to choose.
Because when four kings are fighting for one woman…
why should she choose only one?

Some rules are meant to keep us pure. These stories spread your legs and make you beg to break them.

Stepbrothers who shouldn’t touch you, but shove you against the wall and make you scream their name.

Protectors who swear to guard your body, only to break every oath as they fuck you into the mattress.

Strangers who taste like sin and don’t stop until you’re ruined.

Masked lovers who hide their faces while they spread you open and make you beg.

Even supernatural beasts who mark you, breed you, and take you raw until you’re theirs completely.

This isn’t sweet romance. It is raw heat that claws, bites, and devours.

Dangerous, possessive men you should run from, but instead, you’ll spread wider, sink deeper, and take every filthy drop they give you.

Every page is a dare: moan louder, take more, surrender deeper. Because once you give in to the forbidden, you won’t just fall, you’ll beg to be destroyed.

Welcome to your new addiction.

Yes. You can do something for me. How about staying your ass away from my son, He's out of your league!"

Meet Adani. A beautiful woman, desperate to leave a toxic relationship she was 'trapped' in. Beaten, battered and belittled almost every day of her life, she finally managed her escape and met the handsome, rich, powerful and successful billionaire, Ricardo Parriston, who took pity on her and employed her as his live-in house maid.

Just when Adani thought she was welcomed, she meets Ricardo's mother. A woman with a strong dislike for Adani and wanted to see her son with someone of 'status'. All hell broke loose when she learnt her son was developing feelings for his maid.

"Please, don't leave me alone! I want you to be my mommy!"

Twana Murray thought she was just taking in a lost, pitiful four-year-old boy she met on the street. She didn't realize she was stepping right into an adorable, meticulously calculated trap. The child was none other than the hidden heir of the Levis family, and he had just claimed her as his mother.
Enter Zekariah Levis—Slington’s most ruthless, untouchable billionaire, a man notorious for his icy demeanor and complete aversion to women. Plagued by a crippling, incurable insomnia, Zekariah discovers a bizarre miracle: Twana’s voice is the only cure that can bring his tortured mind to rest.
What begins as an accidental encounter quickly spirals into a fierce, all-consuming obsession. Zekariah will stop at nothing to claim what is his. When sleazy investors try to harass her at work, the domineering CEO quietly buys out her entire company just to shield her. When she is nearly attacked in a dark alley, he doesn't just save her life—he orders her entire neighborhood to be illuminated with new streetlights overnight, so she never has to walk in the shadows again.
Despite his overwhelming protection and the little boy's sweet pleas, Twana desperately tries to escape the billionaire's grasp, clinging to her blind loyalty for an overseas boyfriend.
But no one escapes Zekariah Levis. As the web of betrayal around her personal life begins to unravel, Twana is backed into a corner. How long can she resist the billionaire's suffocating possession? And what will happen when the chilling conspiracy of a delivery room from five years ago is finally brought to light?