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A captive of the powerful Alpha King, Dragana, a witch of royal Slavic descent has been tasked to find the ruthless alpha his mate. If she fails, A ruthless Alpha King is not going to stop at anything to secure his succession, his crown and heir, even if that included taking Dragana as his breeder, against her will. Time was running out and despite everything, she has found herself in the center of war, temptation, death and love.


I dreamt of her lips.. I could not get that from my head, even in the dream.. Rolling over, I could almost sense faint scent of her on my bed.. My cock was hard again, and the only thing to do now was to rub one out.. Large, hard and sticking out, I grabbed it, thinking of her lips.. Sliding my hand up and down I imagined Dragana’s wet pussy, her juices flowing down, her taking me and screaming my name.. I could see her silver eyes ripe with satisfaction, her biting her lip all while I thrust deeper and deeper inside, making her take my full length… I thrust my cock again in my hand imagining being inside her.. She as a virgin, so she must be tight.. no man before me had her.. to that thought, I simply exploded all over again.. I will have her, I said to myself.. I want her and I will have her, heir or not, mate or not..

I’m in love with my sworn enemy.
My touch tames his inner beast.
… Until I find another woman’s bite mark on his neck.

As a holy witch, I shouldn't be sneaking out for Zuri—a cursed shape-shifter from a rival clan.
But our forbidden heat is intoxicating.
When his monstrous Primal breaks free, slaughtering everything in its path, even his fiercest warriors cower.
I don't.
I walk straight to the blood-soaked beast, press my body against his, and tame him with a single, desperate embrace.

There’s just one problem: his clan betrothed him to a Shaman’s daughter.

I tell myself it's purely political. I tell myself his heart is mine.
Until tonight.
He sneaks into the woods for me. We share a deep, hungry kiss under the moonlight.
But as I pull back, my blood runs cold.
Right there, on the neck of the man I just risked my soul to save...
Is a fresh, undeniable bite mark.

When ordinary manager Veronica joins the legendary vampire rock band Beaten Hart, she thought she was stepping into a new career opportunity. Little did she know, she was about to be drawn into a world filled with blood and desire.
Within the band are the cold and mysterious lead singer Caspian, the wild and unruly frontman Rush, the passionate and straightforward drummer Zeke, and the gentle, caring bassist Slate.
When Veronica discovers that she possesses a strange power—one that can awaken changes within a vampire’s blood—she realizes that this is not just a job, but a fateful deal that could alter her destiny…


"Do you want to fuck me?" I whister into his ear. I have not idea why I asked, I can tell he does, but I need to hear the words.
"Yes, I want to eat your pussy," he says breathily.
He presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, and slowly slide it down, inside my juicy pussy, letting him fill me up. My hands on his shoulders, he went deep down until his cock is fully inside me. He bend towards me, lowering his head to my chest.

She stole his black card and disappeared into the night—carrying the Vampire King’s unborn heir.
For six long years, Lucien Blackthorne, the ruthless trillionaire ruler of immortals, felt every heartbeat of the child he never knew existed. Every tear she shed alone. Every milestone he missed. The bond that should have bound them drove him to the edge of madness… while she built an empire and raised their dhampir son in secret, far from his world of shadows and power.
Now she’s been dragged back—kidnapped with their little boy and delivered straight to the tower she once fled.
Fury. Obsession. Heartbreak.
The king who never begs is on his knees for the first time in centuries, desperate to claim the woman who walked away and the son who calls another man “daddy” in his dreams.
But the council despises her moonlit blood. Enemies frame her as a curse. War looms.
And Isabella Thorne refuses to be anyone’s prize—not even the Vampire King’s.
She escaped him once.
She’ll make him earn her forever.
Will the immortal who owns everything finally learn what it means to lose…

Sometimes, in the name of love, people are capable of doing things beyond reason. But can love truly blind someone?

Can love really turn a person into someone so cruel?

When one heart longs to be bound, yet ends up leaving another in devastation, can love still be defined with the same meaning?

Meanwhile, the past of our parents teaches us that destiny does exist—that God’s will stands above everything else.

In the end, everyone is faced with a choice: to hold on or to let go.

Love takes them away, and love brings them back again.

Frel.
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Genre:
Romantic Comedy / a novel romance

Read it and see for yourself.

You will discover countless surprises within its pages.

Beyond a hilarious yet heart-wrenching love triangle, this novel also presents stories of friendship, family, emotional wounds, and long-buried secrets from the past that slowly come to light. All of it blends into a story that is exciting, adorable, frustrating, emotionally stirring, and—before you even realize it—completely turns your feelings upside down.

Kia Williams thought getting into her dream university would finally change her life.
Instead, she finds her father's body in the woods...and becomes the prime suspect in his murder.
The only clue he leaves behind is a mysterious library card that opens a portal to Eden Falls Academy, a supernatural school where vampires, witches, werewolves, and long-buried secrets thrive. Determined to uncover the truth, Kia enrolls at the academy only to discover that the House her father once belonged to was erased from history and branded a traitor centuries ago.
Her only ally is Rhys Wilde, the academy's feared vampire prodigy, who knows far more about her father's past than he's willing to admit.
As students disappear, ancient rivalries resurface, and every clue points closer to Rhys, Kia must decide who to trust before history repeats itself...and she becomes the next victim.

Jenny is just an ordinary girl who wants to live a quiet life with her beloved parents.
However, the quietness was destroyed by a hunt among lower-class people for vampires. Jenny’s parents sacrificed themselves to let Jenny escape, but she was still captured by a slave trader and became a commodity for sale in the slave market.
Her buyer, the so-called Lord Count Klopp, is not an ordinary human, but a nobleman from vampires.
Will Jenny, the vampire’s pet, become her master's dinner, sex slave, or lover?

"I came here to kill him. Now I’m the only one who can save him."

Cressida Ashcroft is the last witch alive. For eleven years, she's hidden her magic, suppressed her power, and trained for one purpose: infiltrate Blackfrost Academy and destroy the werewolf heir whose family slaughtered hers. But when a near-fatal accident puts her in the arms of Lucian Thorneval, the enemy she swore to hate becomes the only one who makes her feel alive.

One thing keeps them together; ice hockey and biking.
Bound by a forbidden magic neither of them understands, hunted by his betrothed, a princess who killed her own sister to claim him. Cressida must choose: the revenge that has kept her breathing, or the boy who is slowly dying for his family's sins.

Some bonds are written in blood. This one will be written in fire.

In a world where magic demands perfection, Elara Voss has always been the forbidden flame, her wild, untamed power a dangerous secret that no coven rule can contain.

When she collides with Cael Draven, a devastatingly handsome human scholar whose very presence should shatter magic, everything changes. Instead of chaos, his touch awakens a breathtaking harmony: her power stabilizes into radiant beauty, glowing threads of fate binding them in ways no ancient law can explain.

As a dangerous coven hunt forces them into hiding, Elara and Cael discover they are far more than outcasts, they are the missing pieces of an ancient, passionate destiny. In moonlit glades and enchanted ruins, their slow-burning connection ignites into something fierce and undeniable: stolen kisses that spark starlight, protective embraces that make the world tremble, and nights where their bodies and magic entwine as one.

But the deeper their forbidden love grows, the more powerful forces rise against them. With jealous rivals, ancestral spirits, and a ruthless coven closing in, Elara must decide: cling to the world that rejected her, or surrender to the man who makes her feel truly whole and risk everything for a love written in the stars.

In a tale of fated mates, sensual magic, and heart-pounding adventure, one wild heart and one steady soul will rewrite the rules of their world... if their passion doesn’t consume it first.

Cynthia thought that her life would be spent in the shadow of her mother's death. As a princess rejected by the court, she always had to face malice from all sides. But everything changed in that accident. She was pushed off the castle, only to find that she was not dead, but was reborn. She had a second chance. Following the prophecy, the person in her fate is also waiting for her in the castle,
“Caught you, my mate."
Ulysses Alexanders is a cold alpha and a king of the Northwest kingdom. Due to the prophecy he went to the Dawn kingdom. There he meet a weakling human turn witch. Will he fell in love to that kind of girl? What kind of troubles will they face together as his mate pave her way to REVENGE.

"To love her is to invite death. To touch her is to burn."

Born with a terrifying, ancient curse, Nimueh was doomed from her very first breath: the moment she feels true love for anyone, she is compelled to kill them. At just six years old, after slaughtering her own family to protect them from herself, she vanished into the shadows—taking on the identity of "Claire" and vowing to keep her heart forever cold.

Kayla Faye has spent years waiting for the right moment to tell her childhood best friend how she truly feels. She waited through tenth grade when he started avoiding her. She waited through eleventh grade when he left for college without saying goodbye. She even waited until the day before her graduation, convincing herself she was finally ready.

What she wasn't ready for was finding out Zayn Ponteris had been dead the entire time.

The grief shatters something inside her. And before anyone can stop it, Kayla does something no sorceress should be able to do—she travels back in time.

Suddenly she's fifteen again, standing at their end of year formal, with Zayn alive and right in front of her, completely unaware that in another timeline she watched his parents mourn him.

This time, Kayla is determined to save him. Except nothing goes according to plan.

Zayn has a girlfriend. And the closer Kayla gets to changing his fate, the more she realizes her powers are bigger and more dangerous than she ever imagined.

The supernatural world is closing in. The clock is running out. And the one person standing between Kayla and everything hunting her is the same boy she keeps bending time to protect.

Kayla has no idea what's in store for her.

Because when you bend time, fate bends back.

I am Vera, forced to marry the ruthless mob boss Viktor Quinn.

Years of one-sided devotion have finally extinguished the love I once held for him.

"You will never be worthy of carrying my child," he once vowed. If he discovered I was pregnant, he would personally ensure I aborted it.

But I was already months along.

One night, an assassin cornered me in a dark alley: "I'm here to take your life and your child's!"

I barely escaped. But the question haunted me—who sent him? Was it Viktor?

An accidental flight change saved me from a plane crash that killed everyone on board.

To the world, Vera Quinn died in that disaster.

Viktor went mad searching for my body.

Six years later, I've rebuilt my life as Maya Pierce, a renowned jewelry designer—and a mother.

Then I was kidnapped.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

When the hood was ripped off my head, I froze.

The person standing before me made my heart stop.

The one behind all of this turned out to be...

This is a story of a triumphant rebirth. After being betrayed, she bravely divorces and embarks on a path of success. Using her skills as a painter, she amazes everyone. Her ex-husband, filled with regret, turns into a desperate suitor, madly pursuing her. At the same time, she uncovers the mystery of her origins, finds her biological father, and gains abundant family affection. Her life seems to be on a winning streak, with both love and career flourishing, making it an addictive read that will leave you wanting more.

Laura once believed that losing her husband’s love would be the greatest pain she could ever endure.But when she wakes up in a strange dusty room, drenched in sweat and confusion, only to realize her baby is gone, her world collapses. A doctor tells her she is dying.
Meanwhile, her husband Julian, the Lycan King she trusted with her life, is nowhere to be found.
When Laura finally locates him at the pack hospital, he is standing beside Sarah, his first love, who has just given birth to his child.
Caught in a storm of betrayal, heartbreak and unanswered questions, Laura must uncover the truth behind her missing baby and the hidden loyalties within the pack. Above all, she must face one devastating reality: the man she gave everything to may never have been hers at all.


Julian. With a feral growl, he appeared out of nowhere, tackling the rogue to the ground. His movements were quick and lethal, and within moments, the rogue was dead. “Julian!” I cried, rushing to him as he staggered to his feet. But before I could reach him, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor. Blood pooled beneath him, staining his shirt. “No, no, no!” I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands hovering uselessly over his wounds. “Julian, stay with me!” His eyes fluttered open, and he gave me a weak smile. “Laura,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Be my slave for 100 nights, and I'll turn you into a lycan so you can be with your lycan lover for as long as you both shall live.


Matilda “Tilly” Parker’s life falls apart when her lycan boyfriend, Xavier Graves, leaves her with nothing but a vague “trust me.”
Human, heartbroken, and fueled by cheap wine and spite, she crosses paths with Cillian Ravenscroft, the vampire CEO of Valmont International. A century-old predator with ice-blue eyes and a smile that could tempt a saint.
Cillian is too smooth, too handsome, too everything—all sharp jaw, piercing gaze, and a smug charm that makes Tilly’s skin crawl and her heart race in ways she refuses to admit.
Cillian offers her a wild solution: become a lycan herself.
And he’s willing to make it happen—for a price. One hundred nights as his personal “slave.”
But she’s no helpless damsel. Scrappy, impulsive, and armed with a mouth that won’t quit, Tilly’s ready to claw her way through this twisted agreement. Yet as the nights slip by, the line between survival and seduction blurs—and the price of becoming a lycan might be far greater than just her heart.
Will Tilly fight her way back to Xavier—or surrender to the vampire who owns her nights?
One hundred nights. One impossible choice. And a hunger neither of them expected.

Three years ago, Violet Sorel watched the crown prince of Valdris burn her world to the ground. He took her kingdom, killed her parents, bit her in her own courtyard, and left her for dead. She survived. She planned. And when his palace posted an open call for blood servants, she walked straight through his doors with a smile on her face and murder in her heart.

Getting close to Prince Caspian was supposed to be simple. It was never simple.

Now she is his blood servant, his secret, and the first witch to walk Solaria in a thousand years — shipped off to Eirenmoor Academy where an incubus knows her from her dreams, a fae lord won't stay out of her forest, and the prince himself keeps looking at her like he is trying to remember something he was never supposed to forget.

She has a plan. She has a poison. She has everything she needs to destroy him.

The problem is the bond between them and the fact that it has never, not once, felt like hate.

The last witch of solaria is the first book in the Solaria trilogy… a slow burn reverse harem fantasy romance featuring a morally complex heroine, political intrigue, a magic academy that kills its students, and a revenge plot that refuses to stay simple.

Sarah was the only vampire in the Stormveil Pack and the one every werewolf despised, because ten years ago the Luna who had adopted her was brutally murdered by vampires in the forest.Andrew, the Alpha’s son, placed all the blame on Sarah, making her the person he hated most.
The only reason Andrew kept her around was because her blood was the only cure for Madison. But at the Mate Ball, he made a shocking discovery the mate he had long awaited turned out to be Sarah.
All Sarah ever wanted was to escape, yet she died in the dungeon, consumed by hatred. If given a second chance, she vowed to make those who hurt her pay.
When she opened her eyes again, she realized she had been reborn.

They called him a "flickering candle" in a world of eternal ice.

Asher was born an anomaly among the vampire aristocracy, a high-born noble with a beating human heart. In a society that worships the cold and the dead, his warmth was a mark of shame. Betrayed by his kin and stripped of his rank, he was cast into the "Blood Pits" to be drained and forgotten.

But the aristocrats made a fatal mistake. They didn't realize that while their ancient blood is stagnant and cold, Asher’s heart is a Living Forge. Every beat of his heart refines his blood into a concentrated, golden energy that hasn't been seen since the age of the First Progenitors.

Asher isn’t just fighting for survival, though. He is driven by the memory of Charlotte, the daughter of the High Sovereign and the most beautiful woman in the Night Realm. To the world, she is a Frozen Goddess, untouchable and cold. To Asher, she is the only person who ever looked at him with something other than disgust.

Now, as Charlotte is used as a pawn in a political marriage to the man who ruined him, Asher’s blood begins to boil. He will tear his way out of the pits, evolve through the ranks of the undead, and burn down the old world to claim his place at her side.

The Failure is coming back for his throne. He will prove that the strongest steel isn't found in the grave, it’s forged in the pulse of the Iron Blood.

"You have terrible manners," I snapped, pressing a hand to my bleeding neck.

The vampire wiped my blood from his jaw and smirked. "I was locked in a chained coffin for eight centuries. My etiquette is understandably rusty."

"Next time, ask before you bite."

His dark eyes locked onto mine. "I never ask for what already belongs to me."

I, Lenora Draxen, was a nobody in the Solaryn Abbey until my nineteenth birthday changed absolutely everything.

During the Luminal Ranking ceremony, the Celestial Orb registered me as a Voidborn and violently turned pitch black. This reaction exposed my hidden Dark Essence to the entire dominion.

Hunted by Light Fae executioners and betrayed by my lifelong mentor, I fled deep into the forbidden woods to survive.

I sought shelter inside a ruined gothic castle and awakened Dmitri Dragunov, an arrogant vampire lord imprisoned by his brother centuries ago.

He needed my unique Warlock blood to shatter the magical chains binding his chest. I needed his terrifying physical strength to protect me from the factions hunting me.

We established a strictly transactional blood pact to ensure our mutual survival.

Keeping our arrangement strictly professional quickly became impossible. Dmitri restored his ancestral home and treated me with an intense respect I had never known.

As I struggled to control the dangerous magic awakening inside me, our hostile banter shifted into a consuming attraction.

Now, a brutal warlord wants to force me into a blood-marriage, and the High Sovereign wants me executed.

I must master my power alongside my vampire mate to destroy the enemies threatening us.

Vivianne
I hate vampires. They killed my mother and took the only man I ever loved—my first love, who died years ago, leaving me with a daughter to raise whom I love more than life itself.
Since then, I learned how to survive without a man in my life or any kind of romantic entanglements. Or at least, I thought I did.
Until I saved a dying man on the side of the road in an unfamiliar place.
Alaric. The most feared vampire in the world. But he cannot survive without me.
And the longer I stay by his side, the more I start to lose control around him.
Then I met his younger brother and felt equally drawn to him and it confused me.
I fear for both my daughter and me in their dangerous circles, surrounded by their enemies.
One day a man who looks exactly like my lost love crosses my path.
I try to tell myself he is not the same man but my heart yearns for that lost love.
I discover he’s also part of Alaric and Bryce’s dangerous world of vampires.
Then one day he whispers to me
“The one who killed the man you loved, is Alaric.”
So I approach him with love. I kiss him with the intent to kill.
I try to protect my daughter, my friends, and myself, but I am powerless against their strength
But the truth was never meant to be uncovered.
And once I start digging, there is no way back.

I was dying, but honestly? Death felt like mercy.

As a vampire, I should have been immortal. But at six years old, I'd made a deal with a demon, gambling my fate on "true love"—if three times I failed to win the heart of the one I loved, the demon would claim my soul.

Just when I thought death was certain, I got pregnant. Morag, the demon, showed rare mercy, promising to wait until I gave birth.

But at eight months, my husband sneered about removing the "bastard." My brother didn't even flinch as he sliced open my belly. My parents cursed that I deserved it—all to save my sister Lycia, who'd somehow "returned from the dead."

The day they cut my child out, not one tear. Not for me.

So why, after I died, were they all on their knees at my grave, sobbing?

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife.
While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her.
Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her.
That is the night Rose stops loving him.
What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation.
So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years.
But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife.
Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world.
As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth—
He didn’t lose a woman who loved him.
He lost the only woman he would ever love.
And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

“Sheridan, Link gave me hope to live this past year. I’m pregnant with his child now. He’s been malnourished since he was a baby. Could you be a little more generous and give him half of your food?”

"To quell the rumors, give him the commander's authority as well! Consider it proof of your tolerance, and that way everyone will accept our family of three!"

Looking at my fiancée, who was heavily pregnant and had a saintly glow on her face, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

Five years of entrusting each other with life and death have resulted in this scene.

Alright, I'll grant your wish.

Without arguing or making a scene, I readily signed the power transfer agreement, removed my epaulets, and walked without looking back into the underground forbidden zone that everyone feared.

There, a crazy witch with a morbid possessiveness toward me is imprisoned.

Sylvia thought that after I relinquished power, I would only be able to kneel in the mud like a stray dog and watch them be affectionate.

But she had no idea that I was the one who had the safety net for her throughout the entire city!

After losing my protection, the system completely crashed within a few days.

That freeloader completely dropped his pretense, not only beating her half to death with domestic violence, but also attempting to invade her private space.

When she crawled to the gate of the restricted area covered in blood, crying and begging me for forgiveness and to save her life.

I was being held in the arms of that aloof witch, watching the pretty boy who had come looking for me:

"The experiment actually spoke, darling..."

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus from a clearance sale online to be my live-in maid.
For a week, he was perfect. Then he started fainting, his skin burning with a fever no amount of rest could fix. Panicked that I’d somehow overworked my best employee, I called the 24/7 Aphrodisiac (companyI bought him from) helpline.

Ma’am, our incubus models have a demonic lineage and you have got a high-output model. They have near-infinite stamina. They don't get 'feverish' from vacuuming. But... why did you have him doing 'housework'?"
"Because the house was dirty?"
The agent suddenly chuckled. "Ah, I see. Everyone has their own fantasies and kinks. Roleplay is very popular. But tell me, according to the log, when was the last time Xanthos received physical intimacy?"
"Huh?"
"Physical intimacy," the agent repeated. "Love, spoiling, skin-to-skin contact. If a male incubus doesn't get intimacy, his internal energy stagnates. They fall sick. Male models are much higher maintenance than females; they need constant affection to stay healthy."
My blood ran cold. "Affection? I bought him to mop the floors!"
"Ma'am," the agent's voice dropped. "You are on Aphrodisiac. We are the world's leading provider of supernatural escorts. Did you... did you not read the site description?"

Turns out, I hadn’t bought a demonic domestic servant.
I’d accidentally purchased a high-maintenance supernatural escort.
And apparently, if I didn’t start showing my “maid” some affection soon, he would die and I would be jailed for abusing my maid.

I’m the old man of the group and no matter how much they value me, I will never be a part of them, Knight of the queen or not. I am the expendable one, the one that shouldn’t be here, and the one that shouldn’t be alive. By all accounts, I should have died 13 years ago. A question I always ask myself, every time my eyes open: why am I still alive? Why did the gods let that old priestess find me so many moons ago and bring me back from the dead? Why did they allow me to live?
I still wonder what my role is in this story and believe me there is more to this story than any of us know. I can feel it, see it unfolding, almost taste it. The last three years have just been a prelude to something bigger, something yet unseen and unknown. Lamia and Mathias may be the main characters, but we all had a role, an important part to play. Unfortunately, the script of our lives had been hidden away or maybe it just hasn’t been written yet.


Sent on a quest by his beloved Queen Lamia; Hunji finds himself back at the beginning. The place where his old life ended - left for dead, and where the goddess granted him a second chance.

On the hunt for a witch, Hunji must face his past - A past that left him broken.
When the goddess breathed new life into him, he took an oath to serve her. Now that promise is being tested.
He can survive his past but it's the future that threatens to turn his world upside down.
That and the little witch who he was sent to find, protect and bring home - is hellbent on throwing a curve ball at every plan he had.

Ambrosia, the Vampire Queen, believed her only duty was to safeguard the hard-won peace; yet, due to her brother Xander’s descent into chaos, she finds herself once again ensnared in a vortex of destiny. Ambrosia must make one of the hardest decisions she has ever had to make before, she must hunt her brother down and get a handle on the chaos that he is so determined to create. With the help of her sister in laws and a head dive she is able to see and know that her entire life she has had forbidden magic used against her to block her memories. As her sealed memories gradually reawaken, she uncovers a history of brutal betrayal suffered in her childhood—and discovers that her true enemy is none other than her own father. She tasked herself with finding Xander and saving him, her need for vengeance grows and she makes the choice to challenge her father to the death. Rising from Queen to the ultimate Guardian, Ambrosia will exact her vengeance amidst blood and fire, undergo a rebirth to claim her true crown, and face the final battle that will determine the ultimate fate of the throne.


Whips crack against her skin, blood pooling on the cold stone floor, while her mother's pleas fade into silence, abandoning her to the monster's wrath. Xander's protective cries turn to accusations under Penny's dark spells, fracturing their sibling bond into shards of mistrust and isolation.

Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees.
His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body.


I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive.
When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events.
And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead.
Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack?
Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village.
But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.

Warnings ⚠️
Contains strong mature content.


“I'm sorry, master,” Star shivered as the vampire slipped his finger into her wet slippery p*ssy.
“It's late for this. You broke a law, princess. It's time to receive your punishment.” He inserted another finger into her wet pink virgin hole.
“Ahh.” The princess cried out when he added yet another finger. “Please, stop—”
“Take it, whore. This is your punishment.” He joined the fourth finger to the ones already inserted.


Who would have thought going on a hunt will bring these many problems for the young princess?
Headstrong and arrogant, the young Princess was always ready to cause trouble.
A headache to her father, and her mother's pride.
She thought the world was hers to do as she pleases.
But that was until she stepped foot into the forbidden castle, unknowingly awakening a vampire Lord who was determined to make the feisty Princess, his pet.
What happens when miss arrogant meets an arrogant master?
Read to find out!
Note: This book contains strong mature content.

"Kane stays unmoving, and I realize he’s barely breathing. I don’t think he needs oxygen to stay alive, so that’s not too surprising, but I can’t’ figure out why he is so still. His hand at my waist is so very close to my breastbone, the longing for him to slide it up only a few inches, to touch me in places no one ever has before, has a gasp leaving my lips. I have to bite down again to keep from moaning, and he hasn’t even kissed me yet."
Emory: I was born to be the Alpha of my pack, my father's first born daughter. But now... I am here, in the castle of our greatest enemy, the Vampire King. I should hate Kane Alexander, but the more time I spend with him, the more I long for him in ways I cannot understand. I am not here to be his lover, though. I am here to be his feeder. But even before his lips graze my skin the first time, I know I would give myself to him in every way imaginable if only he should ask. Kane: I long to taste the wolf shifter, but not her blood, her body... her essence. I want her in every way imaginable. But I'm already betrothed to marry another blood-born vampire, and if I call that off, I have resigned my kingdom to yet another war. There has to be a way to keep Emory Moonraker as my feeder but not claim her in my bed. I just haven't figured it out yet, and every time I look into her jade eyes, I forget everything and everyone but her. But I have enemies, and every moment she spends here in my home, Castle Graystone, she's in danger.

Book 1 The Devil's Bride
Book 2 The Elder's Kitten
Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride
Can be read stand-alone.
Warning: Mature Content
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I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kiss me, and from the way she was gazing at my fangs, I knew she imagined what it would be like if I were to drink from her. A thing I’d found myself unable to stop thinking about for years now.
Bast was fighting so hard against herself, doing everything she could to convince herself that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me. Unknowing that she was fighting a losing battle, as she'd already made up her mind to be mine, and was only wasting her own time by denying it.
After giving her a few moments to tell me no, and hearing no refusal, I gently traced my hands down her form until they met her thighs. Once I saw that she had no issue with it, I lifted her, so our faces were even with each other. "Why are you fighting against what you want, kitten?" I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers, torturing myself just as much as I was torturing her.
"I don't know," Bast responded as she looked down, trying to catch her breath.
I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I hesitated for just a moment before finally giving in and bringing my lips to hers. Though I'd been thinking about it for years, the reality far exceeded expectation as I finally felt her lips against mine, heard her tiny purrs of pleasure and excitement as I allowed my hands to explore her body.
Finally, being able to touch and caress her, feeling her tightening her legs around me as I explored her tongue with mine, it was like a climax of its own. Her heartbeat was erratic as she leaned into me, a small moan escaping as I explored her curves with my hands, her nails digging into my chest as she gripped my jacket to pull me closer. She couldn't hide how much she wanted me. Not now, not while her body was begging me to continue...

Three words to describe Crystal Santiago. " DROP DEAD GORGEOUS". Crystal lives two lives. One as a stripper and the other as a waitress.

Crystal was also known as Jae, the most sexist stripper. Her body is as hot as hell. She has a beautiful figure with glossy skin . She looked like a fairy , long black and shiny hair. Her seductive red lips look so blossom soft , making it hard for any guy to resist her. Her cute blue eyes balls are so enchanting and could trap any guy . That is the life of jae, the stripper

But as crystal, she was a simple, plain and loving girl . No one would ever believe a girl like Crystal to be a stripper.

Her life was going just fine till they came into the picture..

Lucy had always hoped for a quiet peaceful life. That all changed when she was betrothed to the devil himself, the vampire king.

“You are certainly handsome, for a bloodthirsty vampire.” I blurted, unable to stop the words as they slipped from my lips.
“Funny, no one has ever complimented my looks in the thousands of years I have walked these halls.” He smiled, his elongated fangs almost piercing his lips.
I took a sharp breath, forcing myself not to stare at his mouth. “Then you are clearly surrounding yourself with the wrong people.”

*******When Ariel finds her sister just and she is murdered and thrust into the same world her parents died in, how would she even begin to survive? She becomes the king's most valued and most hated asset, a weapon for the vampires.

Ariel is the last Ariss witch, her bloodline is well sought after. Once the news of her marriage to Calen spreads, it isn't only The Chosen who come after them. Its other clans also, demand that Ariel submits to them and help them get what they want.

They come to a deal that Ariel would meet with the princes of the other two main clans as well as some of the lesser clans to see if she would find any of them a worthy partner.

She picks two suitors, Tristan and Samuel. One from a lesser clan and the other from one of the two bigger clans.

In my last life, I shoved my wife Sarah out of the path of an oncoming car and ended up critically injured myself.
My mother-in-law, determined to get her hands on my savings, secretly switched my medication with cheap knockoffs and left me permanently infertile.
Then she showed up at my office and made a huge scene, pressuring me to quit my job and become a full-time househusband.
As for her and Sarah? They had the nerve to move in some so-called lover who could "carry on the family line," then used my hard-earned money to support him under my own roof.
When the apocalypse hit, they locked me in a room and fed me to that infected homewrecker.
Now that I've been given a second chance, I look at the three parasites standing in front of me—mocking me, acting self-righteous...
I feel no anger. Only amusement.
Fourteen days until the zombie outbreak, and they're still dreaming about how to bleed me dry.
This time, I'm taking back every cent they stole from me—with interest.
And when the end finally comes, I'll be sitting inside my impenetrable safe house, watching with ice in my veins as they turn on each other in despair.

His hands wandered lower, fingers pressing into the dip of my spine, then slipping over the curve of my hips. His fingers teased the sensitive skin there, his touch lingering, exploring. A massage was one thing. This—this was something else entirely.
"Relax, little virgin." He withdrew his hands, but not before dragging his fingers over my waist in a lingering caress. "I’m only touching. After all… you belong to me, don’t you?"


Selene’s life had been perfectly ordinary. Classes, late-night study sessions, coffee runs—just another college student trying to survive. Until the night she was taken.
One moment, she was taking out the trash. The next, she woke up in chains, surrounded by strangers with eyes that glowed like molten gold and smiles that revealed fangs. Real, impossibly sharp fangs.
Vampires.
She would have laughed if she weren’t terrified. If the stench of blood and fear didn’t cling to the walls of the dark, underground chamber where she was held. If the stage she stood on didn’t feel like a meat market, her body was the product being sold.
She wasn’t alone. Other humans were paraded before the silent, powerful figures watching from velvet seats, bidding on them with lazy amusement. Some were terrified. Some were resigned. Selene was neither.
She was furious.
Then he stepped forward.
Tall, commanding, dangerous. The kind of man whose presence sucked the air from the room. His midnight eyes settled on her, and a cruel smirk curled his lips.
Selene’s skin prickled. Every instinct screamed at her to look away, to shrink under his gaze. But she didn’t.
And he noticed.
“A million,” the stranger said, his voice smooth, final. “In cash.”
Silence. No counterbids. No challenge.
She should have been relieved the auction was over. Instead, her stomach turned cold as she realized the truth.
She hadn’t been purchased.
She had been claimed.

Tearing her clothes into two halves he asked.
"Who did these to you, who hurt you"
His voice rang through her ears,
His voice calm but threatening when he mentioned her name, she looked up at him immediately, the sparks running through her body, as he covered her body with his, preventing the other occupants who was standing, to see what belonged to him. Bella watched as they shivered with fear as her mate, the vampire king growled with anger.
"Him, he hurt me"
Bella said, and with a loud growl, Blade ordered,
"Bring me a dagger!"
Blade shouted, It was not a request, it was an order.
Bella Manchor was the omega to the air winder pack, she was not just an omega, she was a wolf less werewolf. Her life was difficult, but became like hell when she got mated to the most wicked, arrogant, deadly and vile alpha, alpha Lucas, who used her for his sexual pleasures and afterwards, rejected her, but as fate may have it, she ran away from the pack, running into the hands of the vampires.
Blade Hemlock is the vampire king, he is known to be ruthless, dangerous, dark, no regard to any law. The rogues attacking on the vampires, in their lands. Then he sent few of the best men to guard the land, where the rogues mostly attacked. Unfortunately, a girl, a werewolf ran into their lands, and his men took her, as a defiler. But she was not just a werewolf defiler, who had come running into his land, it was his mate, his long awaited mate has ran into his hands, hurt, with so much injuries on her body.
Would Bella accept her mate after what had been done to her, would she want to be loved again.

Traiver waited ten years to make the hunters pay. He planned to break their daughter slowly, completely, until her pain balanced his own. He never expected her to ask for it.
"Hurt me," she whispered, offering her throat and her guilt. "Do whatever you need."
Traiver's fingers trembled. He hated her for this. Hated that she saw the wound beneath the monster. Hated that when he finally touched her, it wasn't to destroy. He took everything she offered. Then he took more.
Hatred twisted into hunger. Cruelty blurred into possession. Every punishment became a claim, every touch a dangerous temptation. Navelle's innocence both tormented and captivated him, threatening to unravel the vengeance he had spent a decade perfecting.
But vengeance has a price. When the hunters' daughter carries his child, Traiver must choose. The revenge that fed his demons, or the family that could finally starve them?

Brixton isn’t like the rest of his kind—bloodthirsty, cruel, and reckless. He's powerful, calculating, and terribly bored. For centuries, he’s watched humans make fools of themselves, disgusted by their weakness, pettiness, and stupidity. So when his father, the ancient vampire king, demands that Brixton claim a human slave before the night ends—or have one chosen for him—he's infuriated. He doesn’t want just anyone. He wants someone... different.

From his perch high above the city, Brixton watches the world below with disdain—until a woman catches his eye.

She isn’t afraid. Even when stabbed while protecting a stranger, she dies with a strange kind of strength. She bleeds, yes, but her spirit doesn't falter. And that... that fascinates him.

When Brixton retrieves her dying body, he's stunned by what he discovers in her memories. She’s not just brave—she’s something else entirely. Something forgotten. Something powerful. Something dangerous.

To his father, she’ll be just another slave.
To Brixton, she’s the beginning of an obsession.

But reviving her may come at a cost. And what he doesn’t know is—she may never be the one truly under his control.

Olivia was proposed to by her lover Jacob, but she couldn't agree. They could not make love or even kiss. Because this was a vampire-ruled country, werewolves were vampires' slaves. All werewolf women must remain chaste, because every young girl was a tribute waiting to be chosen by a vampire. Once a girl turned 15, she would enter the annual lottery. Only girls who were not chosen five times in a row were allowed to fall in love with their mate, and vampires considered five years of waiting a mercy. Olivia had not been selected for four consecutive years, and as long as she failed again this year, she could marry Jacob. This year's tribute lottery was special, and all tributes would be dedicated to the legendary Vampire Duke Damien. Olivia was lucky not to be chosen. Unfortunately, her sister became a tribute. To save her sister, Olivia volunteered to be a tribute. Unbeknownst to Olivia, her blood had aroused Damien's interest. When a vampire came looking for the blood pet chosen by Damien, an accident caused Olivia to swap identities with another tribute. Olivia planned to escape, but was found by vampires and became their appetizer. Just as Olivia was about to fall into nothingness, she heard an indifferent voice.“Who allowed you to hurt my pet?”

“Alaric... more... more... please!” This causes him to penetrate one more finger, increasing the rhythm of the movement of his fingers. A scream escapes my lips as I feel his teeth penetrate my flesh, causing a burning sensation similar to the one I felt in my neck.
As the penetration of his fingers intensifies, he sucks my blood, making me close my eyes. My hands grip the bedsheet tightly, pulling it up.





My whole body trembles, showing that I’m at my limit, my intimacy contracting around his fingers as I reach the peak of pleasure. He stops sucking my blood, takes his fingers out of me, and starts sucking again, sucking so hard that I try to close my legs, but I’m interrupted.

Alaric slides his tongue all over my entrance, up my clit.

“Delicious, even more delicious, young lady.” He gets up and climbs onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with his weight, getting between my legs. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

My eyes slide down to his member, so rigid, with the veins protruding, demarcating the entire length. He follows my gaze, smiling mischievously, putting the weight of his body on mine.

“Do you want to feel my cock penetrating you hard, young lady?”

Nyra let her desire speak louder, but will that be enough to make her leave her past behind?

Alaric had never been as attracted to a woman as he was to Nyra, especially after tasting her blood. He knew she was different from his concubines, perhaps some rules were needed to make Nyra his alone.

“From now on, you will be mine alone. Understand, Nyra?”.
Rating +18

"She lied once. He showed up twice. Now she cannot make him leave."

Zoe Lark has one rule. Stay invisible. Do not attract attention. Do not give Sienna Holt a reason to make her life worse than it already is.
She breaks that rule in one sentence.
Cornered at a party she never wanted to attend, Zoe blurts out that she has a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend. A vampire boyfriend. Tall. Dark-haired. The kind of face that stops traffic. Eyes like winter. Always dressed like he owns every room he has not walked into yet.
She makes him up on the spot.
By midnight, he is standing at her door.
Caden Voss is not a story. He is not a rumor. He is exactly what she described and a hundred times more dangerous. And for reasons he will not fully explain, he agrees to play the role she invented.
What starts as a deal becomes something neither of them planned for. Caden does not do anything halfway. When boys get too close, he steps in. When the whole campus thinks Zoe Lark finally has someone in her corner, he makes them believe every single word.
The problem is, so does he.
Because Caden is not just acting like a boyfriend. He is marking her as his in a way that goes much deeper than pretending. And when the real dangers of his world come looking for Zoe, the line between performance and truth disappears completely.
She lied to survive one night. He showed up to end three centuries of waiting. Now they are both in serious trouble.

The best intentions can go to hell.
I walked into a dark alley with the best of intentions and look where that got me. Drugged, kidnapped and thrown into a world I didn't even know existed.
Now I'm held captive by a brutal vampire while trying to keep his wife from killing me and, oh yeah, he's the leader of the Russian mob and suddenly I'm a target. good for me! I can
safely say that I'm not sure I'll ever do anything for anyone again.

He is a vampire. She is a witch.
He has lived for thousands of years.
She is only thirty.
But her blood is both a cure for vampirism and a deadly poison.


‎A doctor cursed to die at thirty-two enters a contract with a 1,300 year-old vampire to break the curse and rewrite her fate. She discovers she isn't who she thinks she was. She's the most powerful witch, a Dagon, and she's the weapon that could kill him.

Rejected for transforming from vampire to human, Evan was sold into slavery by her brother to protect her from their parents’ execution.

From a slave, she became a maid in the service of Duke Ezekiel, who claimed her as his own. He fed on her blood—blood that tasted unlike any other. Suspicion gnawed at him; this girl was no ordinary human. She was something greater, something the world itself was searching for. And if that was true, he swore he would be the only one to possess her.

Never make a deal with a billionaire, especially one who is a vampire....
The deal is simple: if I spend a month with a mysterious billionaire, owner of the Fresh Blood Casino in Louisiana, he will forget my father's gambling debts. If it means saving our family's home and business, I'll do anything.
With his arrogance, strength, sensuality and dominance, Arthur Hollow is a mystery to me. But it doesn't matter how attractive he is. This is purely a business arrangement. Arthur can have any woman he wants and it makes no sense for him to be interested in a virgin like me. I'm certainly not going to fall in love with a guy who thinks he can possess me.
So I'm looking for a way to break free. When I discover that I'm the prey and that there are those who want my blood, Arthur claims he can protect me. But can I trust one of his kind?
When this started, I thought I would lose everything. Now I don't know if I'm going to make it out alive....

The red moon hung in the sky.
Steven found himself with vampire abilities — he could track people by sensing blood!
As a coroner, all he needs is a body, and he’ll uncover every last clue.
You can’t escape, killer!