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"Kiera Scott is a 21 years old single lady, she Lives alone since she graduated from high school. Sometimes her friends come around to visit her. Luckily enough for her, she's the only daughter of her family and very pampered. She's pretty... The perfect definition of beauty can be told alone by looking at her. She's loved by everyone in her neighborhood, works in a very good company and paying one loved by her colleagues. But! The only problem is her Boss.

He's Tibby Wilf. He is a sex freak, crazy, mean, extra arrogant. He hates being corrected. But Kiera keeps crushing on him.

He was a sex addict. He'd always scold her when she's wrong and not...till she got used to it.

Now she accidentally found him in the shower.

"you!!" he called as she turned back shocked to see her boss half naked.

"argh!" she screamed and shut her eyes closed

"what you doing here?"" she asked

"I should ask you that!" he fired back as she opened her eyes

'gosh...so hot' she gasped in her thoughts

"I'm hiding... please" she whispered as she walked closer to him

"hey... stay back" he hurriedly said as she staggered back

"argh!" she screamed as he pushed her back but unfortunately... his towels fell off his waist."

Her:
My boyfriend forgot our anniversary.
Another girl sat on his lap.
I told myself he loved me.

Then his brother came home.
A soldier. Cold. Dangerous.
He saved me from a storm. From men who wanted to hurt me. From the dark.

Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, broken.
My boyfriend is nowhere.
But his brother is holding my hand, begging me to wake up.

Him:
She's my brother's girlfriend.
I tried to stay away.
But she's the girl I've loved since we were kids—even though she doesn't remember me.

I watched her almost die.
I don't care anymore.
Let my brother hate me.
She's mine.

"You're pregnant.". Her words dropped like a bomb.

"What?" I asked, perplexed. "H-how is this even possible?"

Suddenly, memories from that night came pouring into my head like a fountain; My skin shuttered as it remembered his touch. My ears rang as it recalled his groans and my cries of pleasure from that night. My lips quivered as it remembered the passionate kisses he planted on them. We had made love!
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After walking in on her boyfriend cheating on her, a hurt Mélie Shapman gets drunk and ends up having a one-night stand with a stranger which results in pregnancy. She decides to keep the baby and raise her as a single mom. Five years later, her daughter disappears from her school and an unknown number informs Mélie of her daughter's whereabouts. She arrives at the location and finds Darcy, her daughter, with a man who claims to be the father of her child. He turns out to be indeed the father of her daughter. But that is not the only thing that he is. He is Damien Jaeger, a filthy rich multi-billionaire and the most handsome man in existence! His next move shocks her beyond her imagination, "Let's get married."

Mélie agrees to marry Damien. But why would Damien Jaeger walk into her life so suddenly and ask to get married?
Does he have an ulterior motive or is he just desperate to have a family?

In a world of lies, secrets, betrayal and vengeance. Mélie will soon find the answers we're looking for. But will she be able to handle the heat of her flaming life with Damien Jaeger or will she let it consume her and burn her to a crisp?

And what about you? Can you handle it?

Allison is her first year of college when she is surprised to learn that her long-widowed mother is dating billionaire Malcolm Kent. Although she wants her mother to be happy, Allison mistrusts his intentions and is soon drawn into a web of intrigue as Malcolm enforces his unusual form of discipline on all those around him.

Emily Johnson POV

My third pregnancy, and I gave birth to another stillborn child.

I struggled to get up, wanting to see my baby one last time, but instead I saw my husband James Smith carrying an infant into his adopted sister's hospital room.

I instinctively followed and heard Xanthe Smith's weak voice:

"James, thank you for being willing to give me Emily's child, for giving me a chance to be a mother."

My child?

Wasn't my child born dead?

My mind went blank, and the blood in my body felt like it had instantly frozen into ice.

"This is what we owe you."

James's voice was full of sympathy:

"If Emily hadn't been so petty back then and insisted on marrying you off, you wouldn't have ended up with that terrible man who tortured you until they had to remove your uterus."

"But what about Emily... What if she finds out and tries to take the baby back?"

"She won't find out."

James's voice turned cold:

"The first two children - didn't she believe they were stillborn too? Everyone in Emerald City knows that Emily only gives birth to dead babies. Even if she makes a fuss, who would believe her?"

"Besides, they're just kids. She's still young, she can have more. She won't care..."

They killed his whole family. They left the boy alive, thinking he was nothing. A pup with no den, they said. The city would eat him soon enough.

They were wrong about that. The city did not eat him. It forged him.

Ten years later, Kaelen comes home to Charter. He is not a boy anymore. He carries a cold magic that was born from his own pain and suffering, the ability to pull bad memories out of places and make them real for a while. A scream trapped in a wall, the shadow of a victim, the last feeling of someone who died wrong: it is all fuel for him now.

But the power is wild and untamed. Every time he uses it, it hurts him and costs him something valuable. His enemies are still here, rich and comfortable, three of the most powerful people in the city. They do not know he is coming for them. They are about to learn.

To destroy them, Kaelen must first master himself. He must grow stronger and learn the full depths of his power. Because the echoes do not just haunt his enemies. They haunt him too. And the stronger he becomes, the less of his original self remains behind.

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera.

Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother, while exposing his father’s crimes.

Renee thought marriage meant forever. But to Clark, she was nothing more than a burden… a mistake he planned to erase. The night of the fire, he made his choice: to leave her behind, to let the flames consume her, and to start over without the wife he once vowed to love for a mistress he once introduced as “Just a Friend”.
But fate had other plans.
Pulled from the ashes by Andrew Kinsley… the man who’d always loved her in silence…Renee was given a second chance at life. Now stronger, sharper, and no longer blinded by love, she returns not as Clark’s wife, but as his nightmare.
With Andrew at her side, Renee is ready to dismantle everything Clark treasures… his career, his reputation, his family… piece by piece.
Because some betrayals don’t deserve forgiveness. They deserve fire.

Ryder Vale was the golden boy , her first kiss, her high school sweetheart, the one who promised her forever.
Now, he's a billionaire CEO and the star hockey player of the Ice Vulture team… and Maya's husband.
But forever came crashing down with a scandal born from a betrayal too close to home.
Publicly humiliated. Emotionally destroyed.
Maya never meant to fall apart in a bar. And the billionaire she mistook for a stripper? He gave her more than comfort, he gave her a reason to feel again.
Someone who was never supposed to touch her… yet sets her soul on fire.
As secrets unravel and long-buried lies rise, Maya discovers the truth about the night that shattered her life, and the dark betrayal Ryder kept hidden all along.
And in the middle of it all…
She craves the wrong brother.
This isn't just heartbreak.
It's revenge, obsession, and a love that was never meant to happen.
But she's not the broken girl anymore.
She's the woman about to rewrite the ending they all wrote for her.

Tobias Slate was an ex-military—framed, hunted, and now reborn as the silent enforcer for a mafia family.

His new assignment? Dalla Mulvaney, the reckless heir who drinks, fights, and breaks every rule just to prove he’s unfit to lead.

But Tobias has one order, put him in shape to wear the crown, or eliminate him if he becomes too dangerous.

What begins as surveillance becomes obsession. What starts as hatred ignites into something raw and dangerous behind closed doors.

But in their world, the walls are always listening.

When a single act of betrayal destroys everything they’ve built, Tobias is ripped away and Dalla is forced to become the monster he never wanted to be.

Now the only question left is whether the man who was ordered to kill him… will pull the trigger when the time comes.

“I never forgave you, Hayley. You are horribly mistaken if you think showing up on another man’s arm erases your sins.
Keep running and I’ll keep chasing. You are my wife. You belong to me.”

I cannot help the derisive smirk that curves my lips.
“Nice speech, Mr. Hotshot. Was that supposed to scare me? Do well to remember your place. The Hayley who begged at your feet is dead.
If you want me back, you will learn to beg. Preferably on your knees…”


For six years, Hayley sacrificed her life and career as an international programmer to play the role of “perfect little wife” for Edward DaSilva and his family.

And what did she get in return? An emotionally unavailable husband, in-laws who treated her like filth… and a dead son.

To make things worse, Edward is hell bent on punishing her for the death of their only son.

With a heart heavy with grief, Hayley flees Manhattan. Three years later, she returns as the City’s most brilliant hacker — unbreakable, desired, and standing beside another man.

But Edward Da Silva never forgot about his wife. He wants her back, and this time, he’s not asking. He’s chasing.

They call him the King of the Upper East Side. And this king would fight to the death to keep his queen.

My biological parents and my fiancé shove me into a sterile room for a forced drug trial. The chemicals completely destroy my cranial nerves.

They lie about my adopted sister Mia having a terminal illness, using my college admission and trust fund as leverage to make me sacrifice myself.

I used to put my life on the line for Liam, staying up all night to finish his homework, draining everything I had to please my family.

But they are putting on an act from the very beginning. Mia isn't sick. The drug trial is just a front for money laundering.

Stripped of all love, hate, and empathy, I am left with only cold logic after enduring imprisonment, beatings, and endless injections.

Afterward, Liam falls to his knees, sobbing and begging to get back together. I dodge his touch with a blank face.

"Don't come near me. The smell of you makes me physically sick."

I took a submachine gun bullet for Mafia Don Vincenzo Lombardi. I drank poisoned wine for him and bore his heir. To the the entire syndicate, I was his loyal cleaner and lucky talisman.
But the moment he seized ultimate power, he brought her home—my "pure and fragile" adopted sister, Vanessa.
For her, Vincenzo shattered my knees, handed over my title as Donna, and turned my own son against me. He dismissed my broken heart, claiming I was being petty and that she was merely "joining the family."
Yet, the innocent Vanessa was a monster in disguise. She ruthlessly slit her own mother’s throat—the woman who raised me—and locked me in a sub-zero freezer.
When Vincenzo finally pried the heavy iron door open, there was no pity in his eyes. He only offered a cold command: crawl and beg his pregnant new Donna for forgiveness.
Wiping the bloody ice crystals from my lips, I looked at the man I had loved with my life, and rasped my final words: "Vincenzo... I'm dying."

I married my abuser by choice.
To everyone’s confusion, I stay by his side silently, tolerating his endless humiliation and public degradation in front of tens of thousands of livestream viewers. I never cry, never resist, always flawless and docile.
No one notices I’ve kept a perfect physical form, hiding a terrible secret beneath my makeup.
When a strange superchat tears through the live stream and reveals my true identity, my husband is terrified yet obsessed with viral fame. He plans to test my truth tonight.
The meek wife act is over. My quiet, deadly revenge is finally coming true.

I drank myself into a stomach perforation, all to secure investment for Mu Jingshen's company.

As I was wheeled into the emergency room, blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I heard a doctor shouting: "Where's the next of kin? We need a signature for surgery, now!"

My hands shaking violently, I dialed Mu Jingshen's number.
His contact was saved under "A Hubby", pinned to the very top of my contact list, just so I'd never miss a single call from him.

The call connected, and I forced out every last bit of my strength to speak, my voice weak and trembling:
"Jingshen, I need emergency surgery. Can you come sign the consent forms for me, please..."

But it wasn't his voice that came through the line. It was Shen Wanrong's, sweet and cloying: "Jiejie, Jingshen's busy giving Huanhuan a bath right now."

The sound of running water stopped.
I heard him ask who was on the phone.

Shen Wanrong spoke in a hurt, plaintive whine: "It's Jiejie... Jingshen, do you want to take the call? What if it's an emergency?"

But he just said, his voice flat and dismissive: "Ignore her. Nothing could ever be more important than being here for Huanhuan's birthday."

Huanhuan was Shen Wanrong's pet dog.

In her previous life, her mother suffered heartbreak and betrayal from her father, who misplaced his trust and met a tragic end. After a cruel twist of fate, she was exiled to a remote village for 19 years and ultimately lost her life at the hands of the Hampton family.
Now, given a second chance at life, she vows to avenge her mother and herself. Fueled by fierce determination, she embarks on a mission to dismantle the treacherous scumbag and the deceitful white lotus who betrayed her. Along the way, she finds herself in an unexpected, sweet relationship with her seemingly "cheap" husband.
The world is shocked and confused by her return.
"Isn't she the village girl who was exiled for 19 years and killed by the Hampton family?" they whisper.
But powerful allies emerge from her past:
Her Uncle, a powerful corporate president, declares, "That's my precious niece."
Her Second Uncle, a top celebrity, states, "I'm here for a discussion."
Her Little Uncle, a champion in electronic competitions, stands ready to support her.
And then there’s her husband. Known to many as a disabled man, he surprises everyone by saying, "That's my wife." When questioned about his disability, a knowing smile spreads across his face.
"I'll only be crippled in front of her," he reveals, his mysterious aura hinting at hidden depths and formidable strength.
Together, they form an unbreakable alliance, ready to dominate the world and take down anyone who dares to stand in their way.

On my third anniversary, a stranger's text saved my life but shattered my perfect marriage. My husband is sleeping with my best friend, and my mother-in-law runs a criminal empire.
Trapped in a web of lies, I turn to a cold, powerful lawyer for revenge. I will fake a pregnancy, gather evidence, and destroy them all.
But who is the mysterious stranger guiding me? And what does the lawyer really want?

A forced marriage: Aurora, masquerading as her sister, married the city's most ruthless business tycoon—"From today, you are Bella Moretti."
On their wedding night, her husband Gael left her alone in the empty room, leaving her trapped behind the walls of their marriage.
The pressure from her family to have a child was relentless, and she was married to a man who didn't love her. Just as they were finally starting to grow closer, her sister Bella, who had been in a coma, suddenly woke up—right at the most intimate moment!
"Everything you thought was an accident was my plan!" Her sister's cold laughter shattered all illusions, revealing that Aurora had been a pawn all along. And could Aurora still believe Gael's words, "I never wanted Bella"?

I'm Sophia. After three years of marriage, my husband abandoned me for his first love, leaving me in danger and at the mercy of a stranger.
Desperate and pregnant, he accused me of cheating and even tried to harm our unborn child.
Five years later, I return with twins. With tears in his eyes, he demands, “Whose children are they? Who did you cheat on me with?”

The cold blade carved into my cheek, bringing a piercing pain.

"Don't blame me, Emma," my adoptive sister Sophia giggled, her voice like sweet poison. "If your face is ruined, Gregory will only look at me."

On my wedding day, my fiancé abandoned me at the altar for her. My biological family had always loved her, the fake daughter, more than me. Now, she had me kidnapped, my hands crippled, and my face destroyed.

"I'm selling you to the black market," she sneered as they nailed my wooden crate shut. "In this lifetime, you're not even worth my toe."

My world went pitch black.

But I didn't die. Surviving the underground auction and enduring agonizing surgeries, I shed my old skin and my old name.

Three years later, I returned as Emily, a billionaire CEO, arm-in-arm with Gregory's powerful uncle. Seeing my ex-fiancé and my vicious sister tremble before me, I smiled. The nightmare you gave me? I’m going to make you pay it all back, tenfold.

My Alpha King was the perfect partner in everyone's eyes. He was handsome, gentle, and caring.

In that cold prison cell, I watched my pregnant best friend snuggle in my mate's arms. They confessed the truth. They had been fated mates since they were 18. I was nothing more than a pawn for power.

Now that I was useless, he beat me to death.

But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. I was reborn on my wedding day.

Looking at my mate's fake affection, I couldn't control myself. I slapped him hard across the face.

Reborn, I'm going to expose his true face to everyone!

What I didn't expect was this. While planning my revenge, his biggest rival would pin me against his office desk. "Sleep with me, and I'll help you get your revenge."

His hand slipped inside my underwear. "So wet already? Looks like your mate can't satisfy you at all."

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC SUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY DISTURBED BY MATURE THEMES.
BLURB:
“Oh…” I moaned before I could stop it. “Sorry…” I whispered steadying myself, but what he said next knocked the breath from me.
“I’m sorry, Sienna. I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
He grabbed me and lifted me onto the nearest freezer. His lips crashed into mine, hot and hungry. My stomach twisted with excitement.
I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our tongues moved fast, like we were devouring each. I lifted my hips from the freezer, rubbing my soaked puy against his hard groin. My jumpsuit clung to my body, thin enough to feel everything.
“Sienna…” he groaned.
“Please… touch me,” I whispered against his mouth.


One night, one forbidden taste.
She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly.
What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father.
What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law.
But then they met again, in daylight, around family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue.
He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all?

I was supposed to marry a monster.
Instead, I fell for two of them.
When a brutal attack left me covered in blood and questioning everything, the only people I can trust are the twin bodyguards assigned to keep me alive.
One is all cold stares, and quiet threats.
The other smiles while promising violence.
Both are dangerous.
Both are forbidden.
As my arranged marriage turns deadly and a war for the city begins, I discover something more dangerous than falling in love.
I was never meant to be a princess.
I was meant to be the King.
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Leon kept my attention fractured, his mouth moving between my lips, throat, chest, every kiss slow and consuming.
Luca planted another kiss against the inside of my thigh while his hands held my legs apart.
The contrast between the brothers was unbearable.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” Luca murmured.
Leon laughed before dragging his mouth lower across my chest.
“You should taste her, brother, she tastes like heaven.”
The sound that left Luca almost resembled amusement.
“Please,” I breathed.
Leon laughed again. “That desperate already, princess?”
“Yes,” I admitted, which only made both brothers look dangerously pleased with themselves.
Luca’s eyes lifted briefly toward mine, before he finally gave me what I wanted.
The first drag of his tongue made my entire body jerk against the mattress.
Leon groaned as his mouth moved across my chest, while Luca continued devastating me with impossible patience.
Luca tasted me slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world.
Leon bit my nipple again as Luca’s tongue slid over my clit in another slow, unbearable stroke, my back arched hard enough that Leon had to catch me against his chest.
“That’s it,” Leon murmured approvingly. “Good girl.”

Just imagine a woman with three hot boyfriends who want to f*k each other as much as they want to fuk her. Yup, that’s literally the book.... well, also with an obsessed stalker who wants her men gone so he would keep her for himself. -------- Expect: Steamy straight, gay, bi and every kind of sex, Messy threesomes and unapologetic foursomes, Voyeurism (because sometimes it’s hotter to just watch), and BDSM. ------ When Myla’s husband can’t give her what he used to after he got paralyzed in an accident—so he offers her something else instead: his two best friends, who also happen to be his old lovers. Now she’s tangled in a world of blindfolds, whispered orders, and three men who can’t stop touching her… or each other. But passion this dangerous comes with a cost. Especially when an obsessed stalker is willing to destroy everything to claim her for himself.

"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?

"Yes, I am cursed, and you know this from the very first day when we met. Yes, I demanded this marriage, but why did you show no disgust and hatred towards me at that time?" he roared in pain, and I trembled hard, holding his shirt tightly.

Why didn't I? Because I never felt disgust towards him, even when I first saw him. "Why did you show your care towards me, when you knew very well that this marriage is nothing but a sham. Why did you give me a hope tha.... that I can also be loved? Why?" he roared again while crashing his fist on the wall right beside my ear.

Was I scared?

No.... I wasn't....

But I hated this vulnerability of his. I never faked my emotions towards him. Then, why was it so hard to admit that I....... I love him??????

She loved him enough to die for him.
A thousand years later, she’s back to make him pay.
Seraphina Vale was once a witch with a pure heart and a dangerous gift. When the vampire Caelum Draven was hunted and left to die, she broke every law of magic to save him, binding her life to his forever. But love became a curse. Betrayal followed, and she lost everything, even her soul.
Now, Seraphina lives among humans, hiding her power and her hunger. Until the night his name returns to her in blood and the past refuses to stay buried.
Caelum rules the vampire world. Seraphina was supposed to be dead.
Love made her immortal. Betrayal made her a weapon.
Eternity has a price; and she’s here to collect it.

I am the top medical genius from an Ivy League university.
For the woman I love, I gave up my tenured teaching position and willingly became the unseen academic ghost behind her, enduring the excruciating pain of heart failure to pave the way for her.
When my life was counting down and I was about to receive a heart transplant, she did not hesitate to use her power to give my only matching heart to my first love, who only had mild premature ventricular contractions, leaving me to die in the ICU.
She thought that once I breathed my last, she could get rid of this cumbersome burden and embrace perfect love.
But she didn't know—
Without my core clinical data to back her up, her proud "Queen of Cardiac Surgery" aura wouldn't have lasted even half a month.

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real.
Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream.
While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried."
We all wrote her off as a jealous freak.
That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.

In my past life, when I eagerly handed my ultrasound to my gentle doctor husband, I didn't get a warm embrace. I got a scalpel. Without anesthesia.

The man I loved dragged me into a pitch-black basement to butcher me alive. My once-doting mother called me a filthy whore, treating me like a sickening stain on the family. My fiercely protective brother pinned me to a metal workbench, offering me up as a living sacrifice.

I died in utter agony, left to rot and be eaten alive by rats in the dark. Up until my last breath, I couldn't understand:

Why did a single piece of paper—a sonogram of a perfectly healthy baby—instantly turn my entire family into bloodthirsty monsters?

My wife, the most ruthless godmother in New York's underworld, wants a divorce.
The reason? Her male subordinate's old wound has flared up, and he only has three months to live. She wants to accompany him on his final journey as his wife.
To make room for her new lover, she not only doesn't go home, but even allows him to frame me for a fabricated death sentence.
In the dimly lit underground interrogation room, the backlash from deviating from the proper procedures caused my organs to rapidly fail, and I developed a persistent high fever.
Through the iron bars, she looked at my disfigured body, not recognizing me, but coldly raising her gun and giving the order to execute me herself.
She proudly believed that by clearing the way, she could go back and have a grand wedding with the man who was feigning illness.
Until the last shot, when my breathing stopped completely, she saw the old scar on the back of my left hand—the scar from the severed finger I had left for her.
That once arrogant godmother instantly broke down in tears beside my corpse.

Teddy Fox doesn’t do feelings. He does contracts. Numbers. Leverage. The cold-blooded kind of business his old-money parents raised him for. But when they arrange his marriage to Mabel Harrigan… the most dangerous heiress in New York… Teddy knows it’s not tradition. It’s a corporate trap with a diamond ring.
His solution? Scandal.
He offers his secretary, Jill Matteo, a deal: pretend to be his lover in public until the Harrigans are shamed into walking away. Paparazzi photos. Gala appearances. Tabloid headlines. The payout will erase her family’s debts for good.
For Jill, it’s just business… until it isn’t. The fake touches start to feel real. The banter turns intimate. And every time Teddy’s hand finds her waist in front of a camera, it gets harder to remember this is a game.
But Teddy’s enemies aren’t just watching. They’re circling. And Mabel plays dirtier than anyone Jill’s ever met. Lies become weapons. Family secrets turn toxic. And the deeper Jill falls, the more she realizes: she isn’t just a pawn in Teddy’s war. She’s the one piece no one saw coming… and the ne everyone wants to break.

I thought I was dead for sure. Hell, my blood has already run cold.
I snapped my eyes open only to realize the gunshot wasn't meant for me. But now, I'm being used as a human shield.
The first thing I saw was a man in all black holding a gun to my face.
He stands gallantly menacing, less than five yards from me. And despite the low light, I can see his shirt is only buttoned halfway as a jacket drapes loosely over his broad shoulders.
He is like Hades in a shirt.
"Answer me, motherfucker! Or I swear I'll kill her!" Blondie yelled, jabbing his gun at me and pulling me closer to shield himself.
"Who the fuck are you!"
The stranger returned his attention to my captor;
"You seem to have misunderstood this situation," He said with such calm and vindication, you'd think my life didn't matter.
He continued;
"I'm not the hero that saves the damsel in distress..." He paused,
"...I'm the Grim Reaper."

< Gunshot...! ><<
I froze in my spot, but I didn't feel dead.
"You're safe now." He said, walking up to me. He brushed hair from my wet cheeks as he pulled me closer.
And I just fell on him.
Without hesitating, I rise to my toes and capture his lips in mine.





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Sapphire Sanchez is just a girl looking for momentary happiness when she makes a rather impulsive move.
Life hasn't exactly been fair to her, and her mother's condition isn't making it easier for her. Then everything turns upside down when a stranger saves her from three hoodlums.
Or maybe the right side up?
Either way, she just met Dimitri Griot, the terror of Silicone City, the Grim Reaper himself.
He has built his empire with the same ruthless vindication he delivers his judgment. And fussy romance wasn't on his agenda when a lowlife cunt got his heart beating in the wrong manner.
He wants her just as much as he hates the weakness.
She wants him even though he incites terror in her.
The condition of romance is clear, and the rules for power are final. It's one of nothing: Power, Vengeance, or Love
Neither of them can have it all. But the question is, which will either of them choose?

R18 MATURE CONTENT

Beautiful Aubrianne Ivanov, raised by her single mom, had a tough childhood. With low self-esteem, she became an outcast and was alone one too many times for her liking. Time spent at her part time job, she eventually grew into a brave, confident, and determined young woman who walked right into an opportunity that would change her life forever.

Will Aubrianne truly feel whole? Will she find what has been missing in her life? Will she allow herself happiness and joy? Will she find love, and most importantly, will she survive what's to come?

Join Aubrianne on her journey as she discovers who/what she is and navigates all the heartbreak, betrayal, drama, and exciting and thrilling events that come her way...

Excerpt:

She lay before him in all her magnificent beauty draped across his king-size bed in the most compelling and provocative way known to man or beast. And for Alpha Zayne, it was the most captivating view he had ever had the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes.

She stared at his every movement, lips slightly parted, her stunning brown eyes scanning every inch of his gorgeously toned and glorious body while heat radiated off of hers. He was HERS.

Her body trembled in delight and anticipation; she was ready and wanted to be with him in every way.

As innocent as she was, she wanted him to...no need him to take her in the worse ways, bringing her to heights of pleasures she had never experienced before.

Fuck she is beautiful, one fine specimen, and she is all MINE, MY MATE. A wave of pure unbridled possessiveness vibrated through Alpha Zayne. He thanked the Divine Moon Goddess, for she has truly blessed him.

He drank her in, eyes trailing up her toned sexy legs spread wide for him, and she gave him that come-and-get-it look.

Camila and Caroline are identical twin daughters of Jack, the respected warrior commander of the Moonlight Pack. Camila, kind and dutiful, is the one betrothed to Alpha Michael, chosen to be his Luna.

Caroline, bold and reckless, is often jealous of her twin’s honor.

On the night of the marking ceremony, Michael, overwhelmed with lust and intoxicated, mistakenly sleeps with Caroline, marking her instead of Camila.

The entire pack believes Caroline is his true mate. Camila is humiliated before the pack — her engagement broken, her place usurped by her twin.

Feeling betrayed and discarded, Camila flees into the forbidden forest, where she collapses from exhaustion and despair.

“We are gathered here to pay tribute to Lorain Vale, beloved mother…”
Five years since I left and swore I’d never come back.
I kept that promise until today.
My mother died in a home invasion robbery.
My older brother stands tall and rigid at my side, dressed in black, jaw clenched so tight I can hear his teeth grind. He left long before I did. Left Mom and me behind like we were inconvenient baggage.
I hate him, but I hate his four best friends even more: Theo, Barric, Ronan, and Kade.
****Aria's brother has always kept the world of wolves a secret from her, and driven her out of Blackridge. This is one of the reasons she hates her brother's friends; she believes they have changed him. Aria is considered human, yet she is the last female Sypher—a bloodline believed to be extinct.

I was hired to steal a billion-dollar serum.

Instead, I ended up protecting its creator.

Katherine Hawk.

The beautiful CEO who trusts no one.

Now mercenaries, spies, and killers are flooding into Los Angeles for what she created.

Bad news for them.

Because I'm Ghost.

And protecting people is much easier than killing them.

“I’m going to tell you what I have in mind,” he murmured.

“First you’re going to strip down until you’re completely naked,” he whispered against her ear. “Then I’m going to tie you up so you’re completely powerless and subject to my every whim.”

“Mmm, sounds good so far,” she murmured.

“Then I’m going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I’m going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it’s rosy with my marks.”

She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn.

“And then I’m going to fk your mouth. But I won’t cum. Not yet. When I’m close, I’ll flog you again until your ass is burning and you’re on fire with the need for relief. And then I’m going to fk that ass. I’m going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won’t be gentle. Not tonight. I’m going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I’m going to cum all over your ass.
Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"

Zoe's POV…

Tunnnn Tunnn Tunnnn .I opened my eyes to look at the wall. 10 am. Fuck I overslept again.

"Mummaaaaaaaa" I shouted getting out of the bed.

"I am late again." I shouted again. I couldn't get out of the bed because of my blanket. Its wrapped around me like a snake around its prey.

My mom entered the room with her hands crossed on her chest. "It's weekend. And you graduated few months back." She spoke.

I froze. Yes, I already graduated, I thought I was late for college. OH god. I looked at her with I am sorry" face.

"Come down, have breakfast. Say goodbye to your brother, he is leaving." She ordered.

"Yeah, in a minute" I sat there for a while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I graduated few months back. Even with 8.6 GPA I always get rejected in the interview. While all other fellow mates have already found the job. My family don't want me to work but I want to.

The cousin star of the company of the Paris Opera House is resting with her feet in a salt bath at her parents' house in Épernay. Suddenly the phone rings and a woman in a fit of neurosis confesses to being her father's mistress for the past 8 years, until three weeks ago when she began an affair with his new secretary. She confesses to knowing his ballet rehearsal schedule and the days he goes to visit his parents. Shocked when she hangs up the call, she understands that her father has since stopped attending and supporting her at her performances. In a robotic and self-absorbed state, she eats all the ice cream in the refrigerator and stores her ballet costumes and books along with old belongings in her parents' old BMW car. She drives in the car all night to the old summer house located in the village of Louveciennes west of Paris. Arriving there he discovers his father's hiding place, finds condoms, condoms and women's lingerie in the rooms. After cleaning the house, she sheds old beliefs about love and family photographs from her childhood. At night she watches a movie and receives a call from her boyfriend, who is worried and tells her he will pick her up in the morning to take her to rehearsal. She discovers her grandmother's diary and some belongings such as old ballet slippers, for her grandmother in her day was also a dancer. But What Birdy Will never expect is She is going to be marriage not only with a Dancer but with a Vampire who is actually attending to that College only To Become into Her Vampire King.

During a trip to Greece, in the ancient beach of Mykonos, Franco's life changes forever. Franco is deeply hurt because his ex-girlfriend Beatriz has broken up with him and has committed herself to a new man, his best friend, just two weeks after ending things with him. Desiring to forget his painful past, Franco travels to Greece and there he meets Mary. Both share a love for ancient sites; she is a beautiful journalist who is studying the yopa practices in Mykonos beach for an holistic report. But amidst hundreds of tourists, they experience an attack by werewolves, with Mary and Franco being the only survivors.

As the werewolves surround them, Franco notices a peculiar glimmer in Mary's eyes, a spark that ignites an undeniable attraction. Drawn to her, not just physically but by her inner strength and determination, Franco vows to protect her at all costs. The werewolves' presence in the temple raises questions in Franco's mind - what do these monsters seek in the temple of Apollo? And why do they look at Mary as if they want to devour her and possess her at the same time?

Determined to unravel the mystery, Franco discovers an ancient legend surrounding the temple - a legend that tells of a powerful artifact hidden within its depths. This fabled object is said to grant unimaginable power to whoever possesses it. Could this be the reason the werewolves are so fixated on Mary? They become each other's pillars of strength, drawing on their shared knowledge and unwavering trust.

Franco must make a difficult choice - embrace their connection and delve into the supernatural world to rescue Mary, or reject her and try to protect her from the dangers that await for both of them... will He conquer the love and the fears inside of him? ...

"A princess?"

"No. She's just a servant."

"Then why can't I stop thinking about her?"

One bloody night stole everything from Lynne.

Once the cherished princess of Moonshadow Pack, she watched her parents die, her home burn, and her kingdom fall into enemy hands. Forced to hide her identity, she became nothing more than a servant in her own aunt's mansion—humiliated, beaten, and treated worse than dirt.

Just when she finally awakened her wolf, fate pushed the most dangerous Alpha in the werewolf world into her path.

Wyatt insists she's his mate.

But Lynne refuses to believe him.

She has no Pack.
No wolf.
No future.

Yet the closer Wyatt gets, the more impossible secrets begin to surface.

Because Moonshadow Pack...

may not have been destroyed after all.

They all said Zia Vaughn was cursed… but they were wrong.

And the truth was far darker.


Orphaned, shunned, and alone, she has only one person left, her adopted big brother, Caleb. But his love for her isn’t brotherly, and rejection brings out a side of him she never knew existed.

Then Alpha Flint Valtor returns. Her ex-fiancé, the man who once let her go to protect her, and the man who’s about to uncover the truth about the night that destroyed both their families.

Now Zia is trapped between a brother who won’t let go… and an Alpha who never should have.


⚠️ 18+ Content Warning ⚠️

This novel contains mature themes including manipulation, family conflict, dark romance dynamics, and explicitly mature content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Three years ago, in that deadly barrier, I carved out half my progenitor heart and dragged Theron back from death's door. The wound on my back has never healed.
I thought it was a soul blood pact—bound in life and death. Then Samaela appeared, that fragile human with barely a century to live, and it all became a joke.
He believed her lies. Swallowed every word about how I'd murdered her parents in cold blood.
For that pathetic creature who couldn't even bear sunlight, my carefully groomed blood vassal sawed off my pureblooded wings, ripped out my progenitor fangs with his bare hands, and threw me into the Silver Cathedral.
Three years. Nailed to a cross with pure silver chains, I endured concentrated UV rays and holy water burning through me day and night.
Everyone waited for me to go mad, to beg, or turn to ash. I didn't.
Listening to their wedding bells toll outside, I simply watched—in the silence of my flesh charring and regenerating—as the silver light on my chains fractured inch by inch.
Then I tore out the silver spikes embedded in my rotting flesh, dragged my bleeding wreck of a body forward, and kicked open the doors to the Crimson Blood Moon Gala's hall.
Theron had forgotten one forbidden clause in the blood pact: The oathbreaker's life belongs not to the gods, but to me.

My father chose two vampires as marriage prospects for my sister and me.

One was an immensely powerful pureblood aristocrat.

The other was Cassian, crippled by a silver curse. Confined to a wheelchair, he was a laughingstock—wracked by phantom pains and constantly on the verge of madness.

In my past life, I chose Cassian.

I drained my own blood to ease his agonizing curse. I shielded him from the relentless mockery of the Vampire Court. I even gambled my life in werewolf territory to beg for his cure.

But he never seemed to get better.

I didn't care. I remember holding his hand and telling him, "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens to you, I will always stay by your side."

Until the accident. A pack of rogue werewolves ambushed us.

Cassian shoved me precisely into the path of their claws.

Just to shield my sister, Serena, from the fatal blow.

Silver claws completely shredded my throat.

Through my fading vision, I watched Cassian stand up from his wheelchair.

The terrifying aura of a Vampire Lord erupted from him, crushing the werewolves instantly. Countless night-thralls emerged from the shadows, dropping to their knees at his feet.

That was when I understood. He was never paralyzed, and he was never mad.

Because Serena hadn't chosen him, and because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, he faked the illness to disgust me for years.

Then, he used my life to save his true love.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you. But I couldn't just watch Serena die."

"Elara... whatever I owe you, I'll repay in the next life."

In the bone-piercing cold, I took my last breath.

When I opened my eyes, I was back on the exact day my father forced us to make our choice.

I'm screwed.

If I want to keep my dream job, my new (and way-too-attractive-for-his-own-good) boss says I have to score an interview with one of the legendary Fontaine brothers of Hollywood.

I know three things about the Fontaine brothers:

that they're Hollywood royalty,
that all four of them are ridiculously, mind-numbingly sexy,
and
that they never, ever give interviews.

My only chance is to seduce one of them. The only problem? Historically speaking, I'm way more likely to put my foot in my mouth (or generally make a fool of myself) than charm the pants off anyone.

That's where my way-too-sexy boss comes in. He might hold the fate of my job in his hands, but he's also totally willing to teach me the art of seduction. I only hope I can survive his lessons. . .

Due to explicit scenes, this steamy romantic comedy is rated 18+.

The Secret to Seduction is created by Ember Casey, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My name is Riley Harper, a girl everyone at school bullies at school because I'm chubby and too quiet. They laugh and call me names in the halls, post mean snaps about me like it's nothing.

And my worst enemy? Easton Caldwell the star quarterback of our school who walks around like a bad boy but has a heart of ice. He used to bully me... until his little sister needed a babysitter, and guess who got the job? Me. Now I live in his fancy house, eat at his table, and see the real him every single day.

He hates me. Or at least, that's what he says. Because he's still in love with his ex-cheerleader girlfriend Cass and wants her to take him back, he helps her spread lies about me and makes my life a living hell.

But living under the same roof changes everything. Late nights encounter when his little sister falls asleep between us. Accidental touches in the kitchen. The more time we spend together, the more his cold stares turn warm... protective and something dangerous.

I started standing up for myself both at school and home. I stop hiding in hoodies. I shine in ways no one expected. And just when Easton finally admits he can't stop thinking about me, someone else from his world steps in—someone who used to bully me too, but now looks at me differently. Like he wants me.
But the biggest secret? The boy who once made my life miserable is now so in love with me that he might break his own heart to protect mine.

"You are nothing but a mistake I need to erase."

With those words, Alpha Kane Pierce rejected me, his pregnant mate, and exiled me to die. He chose a powerful alliance; I chose survival.

Five years later, the broken Omega is gone.

Now, I am Luna Sage—the most powerful Moon Healer in the world, and a mother to secret twins with silver eyes just like his.

When a deadly plague strikes his pack, the man who destroyed me crawls back, begging for my help. He doesn't recognize the woman he discarded. He doesn't know the children playing in my clinic are his heirs.

He wants a cure. I want him to suffer.

“Please… I’m sorry,” Adrian whispered, his voice breaking under the weight of feelings he had buried for years. “I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I love you. I swear I do.”

Jasper’s expression hardened instantly.
“Love me?” Jasper repeated. “No… you love the version of me you created in your head.”
Jasper took another step back, his jaw tightening.

“Because if you really loved me, Adrian… you would’ve known how cruel it is to confess to someone who can never give you what you want.”


Jasper Warren is the golden star of professional ice hockey—famous, admired, and believed to be untouchable. But when a scandal sparks rumors that could ruin both his reputation and career, Jasper is forced to take control of the narrative before the media destroys him.

Enter Adrian Carter, a struggling photographer who has secretly been in love with Jasper since their university days. Convinced Jasper is straight and knowing how harshly the public judges same-sex relationships in the sports world, Adrian has buried his feelings for years, never expecting to be noticed by him again.

So when Jasper suddenly offers him a confidential six-month contract to act as his “long-time best friend” in front of the public, Adrian accepts despite knowing it may only deepen the heartbreak he has tried to outrun. As staged smiles, lingering touches, and carefully crafted appearances begin blurring into something dangerously real, Adrian is left questioning whether Jasper is truly pretending… or hiding far more than anyone realizes.