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My mad mother, in her final moments, pressed a set of Russian nesting dolls into my arms.
"These cost me thirty years of my life. In return, they'll give you three ways out of death."
The first doll told me to go to a bar and bring home the third strange man I met.
The second doll, she said to open on the eve of my wedding. There was no note inside. Only a photograph — my groom, killing a woman wearing the exact same wedding dress as mine.
Three years later, on the eve of another wedding, I opened the last doll. I read the note, smiled, and dropped it in the trash.
It was only later that I understood —
This mad woman saw more clearly than anyone sane in this world.
Mom, I'm sorry.

When Iris went to prison for her boyfriend, she discovered that he was about to marry Alpha's daughter.
It turned out that he had been using her all along and then abandoned her...
Iris fell into despair, but unexpectedly, she crossed paths with Marcus, Alpha's son and her former patient.
She became her ex's brother-in-law's wedding companion?! The most notorious playboy in the Pack?

“Tianna! No! Stop it! Your brother is in the other room!”
Read and enjoy the experience of Valencia and Aaron, from friends with benefits to a real relationship. Will she leave Aaron for his sister Tianna? Read and find out!

Three years ago, I was in a car crash that killed both my parents and shattered my legs beyond repair. The doctors said I'd never walk again.

When I had nothing left, he appeared like some kind of savior. He paid for everything, brought me to his private research facility, took care of me.

He told me he loved me, broken body and all. We got married. He was perfect to me.

There was just one catch. His sister. Not even blood related, just some girl he grew up with. She had some rare blood disease, and turns out I had the exact blood type she needed. So I gave blood. Bone marrow too. Over and over.

I thought I owed him my life. For three years, I let them stick needles in me, drain whatever they needed. I thought that was love.

Until today, when I found a video on his phone from three years ago.

In the footage, one of his men reports back: "The crash was clean. Her parents are dead. Her legs are destroyed, just like you wanted."

His voice, cold as ice: "Good. As long as her blood keeps Cora alive, that's all that matters. She's got no one and nowhere to go. She'll have to stay."

The accident that killed my parents and destroyed my legs wasn't an accident at all. He planned it.

So I planned my own death. And when he saw my body, the man who dragged me into hell finally lost his mind.

" When I met Timothy Adams, he had nothing but a guitar. "

I was rich... He was poor...

I was plain... He was beautiful...

I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark...

Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and rich, snobby classmates never did: like I mattered...

I never saw it coming...

When Timothy moved in with us to work with my dad and attend Oakwood prep, he seduced my enemies and claimed their crown...

He betrayed my friendship and crushed my heart to become their rebel prince...

They can keep him...

I'll never forgive the boy I used to ache for...

But some nights...

He makes me want to.

"Take your things and leave, Mira. I never want to see you again. The guard will bring the divorce papers. Sign them. I have already done my part. Now it is your turn."
Mira, a princess of the Silver Claw Pack, was labeled a weak omega and abandoned by her father when her wolf never appeared. Heartbroken and humiliated, she ran away and found love in the arms of Alpha Adrien of another pack. Their marriage fell apart when Mira could not conceive, and Adrien's betrayal cut deeper than any wound.
Framed, banished, and left to hit rock bottom, Mira's suffering awakened the powerful, long-dormant wolf within her. Now stronger, fiercer, and unrecognizable, she returns to her home pack not as a broken princess but as a force to be reckoned with.
At the homecoming celebration organized by her father, Adrien, the man who once discarded her, is stunned. The woman he betrayed now commands respect and fear as a dominant leader. He begs for her back, but Mira is no longer the woman he left behind. This time, she is taking everything he once stole from her and more.

Rule #1: Never fall for your husband’s ruthless Alpha uncle.

Rule #2: When your husband leaves you bleeding in the dirt, Rule #1 goes straight out the window.

I gave up my youth, my pride, and my dignity to hold together a marriage that was dead from the start. And how did Adrian repay me? By dragging my own stepsister into our home, calling her his true mate, and tossing me into the rain like garbage.

I was supposed to fade away and die in silence.
Instead, I packed my whole life into a battered suitcase, walked into a cheap downtown hotel bar, and drank until I forgot my own name. That was the night I threw myself into the arms of the one man my husband fears above all else.

Alpha Xavier. The merciless Devil Alpha of the North. My husband's uncle.

Xavier didn't just pick up my shattered pieces; he put a blade in my hand and told me to strike back.

Now Adrian is begging for my forgiveness, watching his empire crumble at Xavier’s feet. But I’m done being the victim.

I used to be the wife he hid. Now, I’m the Alpha’s lethal obsession—and I’m burning his world to the ground.
The Alpha is no longer watching from the shadows—he’s coming to reclaim his queen and destroy everyone who stood in his way

Emma, abused by her Alpha father, then sold to another pack. Finds herself rescued by a kind and gentle Alpha and Luna who take her as their own. But their is something different about Emma and her wolf.
TRIGGER: child abuse is mentioned in the first part of the book. what was done, not it being done. this is important to understand Emma and Dawn her wolf.

At the Eternal Night Realm admission ceremony, Carly suddenly grabs my hand.

My heart pounds. I think he is going to announce our relationship to the entire continent.

Instead, he says, "Eve, thanks for everything these past five years. But Lym didn't make the cut. She's hurting right now, and I need to go back and be there for her."

He crushes the realm token right in front of thousands of people.

For five years, I hid my pureblood lord identity. I drained my magic until I literally coughed up blood, quietly paving every step of his way.

I thought we loved each other. I thought after this ceremony we would rise to the top together.

But his casual thanks for everything crushes five years of my devotion into dust.

What is even more laughable is that the moment the online backlash hits Lym, he calls me on the comms.

"Eve! You need to put out a statement to clear this up right now! As my friend, you owe me this!"

Friend?

My hand holding the crystal shakes.

At the Met Gala, I heard my husband tell his friends in French that I'm "boring." That his 22-year-old girlfriend is "so much more exciting in bed."

He laughed when they asked if I knew. "Elle ne comprend même pas 'bonjour'." (She doesn't even understand 'bonjour'.)

What Marcus doesn't know: I spent two years at the Sorbonne.

Je comprends tout, Marcus. I understand everything.

The diamond necklace he gave me after my miscarriage suddenly feels too tight. I smile at him across the champagne and candlelight.

He has no idea what's coming.

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

“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.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

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TRIGGER WARNING:
This book contains steamy sex scenes. Dark dangerous obsession, violence, dark secrets, Cheating,suicide.

“You’re mine, Heaven. Every moan, every tear, every fucking inch of you.”
Her breath shook, her knees almost gave way .
The altar pressed into her spine, Boyle’s portrait loomed above. Guilt and want collided, her body heated up at his claim.
Maverick’s free hand slid under her skirt, shoving it up to her hips.
“M..ave..rick no no we can’t.. it’s his a..altar… we can’t....”
His fingers found her panties, tore them aside with a rip. “You want a life?… I am your life!!You stay where I want you..where I keep you!!” he snarled, two fingers plunged into her without warning.
Heaven gasped, her nails dug into his shoulders. She was already soaked shamefully, helplessly.
His fingers curled, stroking that spot inside her that made her see stars.
His thumb pressed her clit, ruthless circles.
“Look at him,” Maverick growled, twisting her head toward Boyle’s portrait.
“Look at your dead husband while I finger-fuck you….even he can’t do anything”
“Maverick…stop…” she couldn’t help but moan



Heaven Kalabora’s life shatters the moment her father gambles away their fortune.
To save her family from ruthless loan sharks, she’s forced into a marriage with a man she has never met, the heir to the most influential military family in ivory city who was rumored to be impotent.

But tragedy strikes on her wedding day.

Trapped in a mansion that was never her home, Heaven learns to live in silence and bound by a name that isn’t hers.

Until one fateful night… she ends up in bed with her distant cold brother-in-law, Maverick Richard

What begins as a single mistake soon turned into a dangerous obsession,one that would consume Heaven entirely

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

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


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

When the apocalypse came, my materialistic ex-girlfriend not only complained that I only knew how to play games, but also conspired with relatives to poison me, cruelly steal my superpower crystal core, and degrade me into a hopeless cripple!
She thought that by taking away my power she could curry favor with the powerful and live a carefree life, but little did she know that not only did I not die, but the "League of Legends max level system" in my mind had actually completed its ultimate upgrade!
Sylas uses his ultimate to regain his power, Pyke's X-shaped slash breaks his enemy's limbs; a horde of 100,000 zombies presses in, and the whole city is in despair, when I descend from the sky with my treasure girl who is my life partner!
Pantheon's slam, Miss Fortune's barrage, Ziggs's nuke... Five LOL ultimate moves in a row wiped out the entire field, evaporating 100,000 zombies in one minute and directly ascending to the throne of the wasteland god!
Looking at my stunningly beautiful and god-level support character whom I had spoiled rotten, my ex-girlfriend, who had fallen into the mire, was filled with remorse. She knelt in the sewage, kowtowing and crying, begging to be a foot-washing maid.
I looked down at them and sneered, "Sorry, my five-player squad is already full."

“You’re truly going to get married to Silver? When I'm still in love with you?” Liam looked at me with so much sadness which broke my heart the more.

“This is the only way out Liam. Move on with your life and forget about me. Our love was doomed right from the onset,” I answered with a poker face even though I was hurting way more than him.

This was the only way out. I knew I’d regret it but I had to get married to Silver even though I knew my heart would always belong to Liam and would always yearn for him.


Maya Allen, a poor orphan meets Liam Taylor, CEO of the biggest company in their city after breaking up with her ungrateful boyfriend whom she had been taking care of. They eventually fall in love. However, Maya’s life takes a drastic turn after she meets Silver Grey who tries everything possible to win her love even though he knows Liam and Maya are in love. What happens when Maya finds out a shocking truth about the two men, Liam and Taylor who are pining over her?

When Charlie's ghost couldn't let her younger sister Marlie live in peace, Marlie takes her sister Charlie's face to take revenge on Chad, Charlie's high school love and husband, together with his family members for the death of her sister.
Knowing so well the dark clouds surrounding the... family, she would stop at nothing to let her sister's soul rest in peace.
However, through that process, Marlie came to realize she was falling for her sister's husband and tried to suppress her feelings for him.
Not only that, but Marlie also realized that the person whom Chad had loved from the beginning and wanted to marry was her, and not Charlie, her late sister.
"Why do you have my sister and me in your wallet?" Marlie, having the face of her sister Charlie asked...
"I didn't keep it because of you. I kept it because of Marlie. She's the one I loved and wanted to marry since high school." Chad replied to Charlie [ Marlie ].
What will Marlie do after hearing this big Revelation that would turn all her plans upside down? Will she face her feelings or deny them?
Let's find out...

When that dealer tortured me, my dad, a narcotics cop, and my mom, the city’s chief medical examiner, were busy celebrating my sister’s win in the volleyball semifinals. To get back at my dad for destroying his drug network three years earlier, that man cut my throat. Right before I died, I called my dad. Before I hung up, he said, “Cut it out. Serena’s game is what mattered most right now.”

Ashley woke up one day realizing that she loved her brother-in-law. He is her sister's husband, but not just any sister; she is her own twin. She feels guilty and hurt every time the couple is sweet with each other, but she can do nothing because she has no right. She knows she doesn't own her brother-in-law, so she is content with the stolen moments they share.

How far will her betrayal go? What will she do if she discovers everything she believes isn't true?

WARNING: [R-18] STORY WITH EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT

When Daniel kissed Ara in front of many students because she accused him of being a thief, the man had a reason to have more opportunities with her. And that was when Daniel himself requested their Guidance Counselor to give him disciplinary action, to make him a student assistant in the library throughout the school year, for free.
Ara knew that Daniel meant it, and even though she was annoyed, she still couldn't avoid having this romantic feeling of excitement because the young man is very handsome.
The more you hate, the more you love. But Daniel diagnosed with a serious illness, and Ara knew she could do nothing but to let go.

I fucked the daughter of my best friend. Now I have to safeguard her.
Skye needs to learn how to swim in my infinity pool.
That sounds like a great deal.

And I know precisely what my malicious purpose is.

Take her in the water with my hands on her curves.

I know it's terrible, but she's as desperate as I am.

Our affair will be our little secret.

My former business partner, on the other hand, is out for vengeance.

He's threatening to go public and reveal our identities.

It'll wreck us both.

So I'll be one step ahead of him.
I'll protect her... even if it means marrying her

"Careful, Omega," he growled, his voice tracing places no one had ever touched—places I didn't even know existed. "You shouldn't be dripping for your Alpha like this."
"I'm not—dripping—for—you," I finally stammered, my voice barely audible.
"Lies," he snapped. "All lies, Zevara. I can smell your cunt begging for me from across the room."
Zevara isn't the most beautiful girl in the kingdom—but her body is fire, and her scent is a curse wrapped in temptation, driving even the strongest Alphas insane.
All her life, she was told she'd be nothing but the Pack's w***e, just like her mother. Desperate to escape lust and shame, she enrolls at Eclipse Moon College, hoping for a new life. But the moment her scent fills the palace halls, chaos erupts.
An ice-hockey prince.
And His dominant Alpha father.
Two men, both cursed with longing, both willing to go to war for her body, for her heat that captivates, corrupts, and intoxicates.
These men don't stop when she cries. They don't back down when she begs. And she doesn't want them to. She wants them to ruin her. She wants them to consume her... to claim every part of her, leaving nothing untouched. She wants to feel their dominance, their possession, and surrender completely.
If you're looking for gentle love, soft kisses, and easy happily-ever-afters—walk away.
This is obsession.
This is war.
This is Breed Me, Break Me, Alphas.

Excerpt
I fixed my gaze on his crimson red lips, dying to have a taste of them, my mind overwhelmed with lust as I watched water droplets drip from his sexy black locks of hair, down to his pale face. His wet shirt hugged his body in all the right places highlighting his abs and biceps.
Frustrated, I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his, refusing to deny the feelings I harbored for Carlisle anymore. Just as our lips were about to crash, he placed his index finger on my lips.
"You shouldn't..." He said, killing the mood.
"But why?"
"You don't know what you're getting into with me Peyton, you don't know me or what I'm capable of." He turned to leave, but I followed, determined to get an answer.
"Then show me." I stood in front of him, too involved to back out now.

“You don’t love me, do you?” Luke whispered, pinning my wrists above my head.

His body pressed mine into the bed, hot, heavy, inescapable. His mouth brushed my ear, gentle enough to feel like a kiss, cruel enough to feel like punishment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.“Your body is mine.”

I left Luke Morrison unconscious in an ICU eight years ago and rebuilt myself in London—elite auctioneer, an ocean between me and the past.

Then my brother's condition crashed. I'm back in Pennsylvania, standing behind an auction podium at his company's charity gala.

A little boy runs through the crowd and wraps his arms around me: "Mama, you came back."

"Daddy shows me pictures every day," Asher says.

Every. Single. Day. How long has this been going on?

Luke's watching with ice-cold eyes. The bullied boy I left behind? Gone. Replaced by a tech billionaire who makes predators look soft.

"Get in," he says. Not a request.

Then he takes me back to his home.

His penthouse is frozen in time—the art I chose, the books I organized. Our past preserved like he's been waiting.

"You owe me eight years, Mia," he says, showing me the scar. "The girl who watched them destroy me and did nothing. This time, you don't run."

When he fucks me, it's worship and punishment. Making me pay for every day I was gone.

"I've waited eight years for this. Every breath you take belongs to me."

He's not just possessive. He's broken. And Asher is the perfect weapon to keep me trapped.

Rejected! Betrayed!! Forgotten!!!

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Selene's world shatters.

For years, she dreamed of finding her mate—the one destined to love and cherish her forever. Instead, before the entire pack, Alpha Ronan crushes her heart with a single sentence.

"You're weak. You're wolfless. You are unworthy of me."

Rejected, humiliated, and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Selene becomes the pack's greatest disgrace. Her family turns their backs on her. Her closest friend betrays her. And the woman who steals her future takes her place as Luna.

With nothing left to lose, Selene disappears into the wilderness.

But fate is far from finished with her.

When a pack of rogues leaves her bleeding and broken beneath a silver moon, an ancient power buried deep within her blood awakens.

The earth trembles, the skies darken, and a silver light erupts from her body.

And in a distant kingdom ruled by Lycans, a king falls to one knee.

Because after years of searching, he has finally found his mate.

King Kael.

What no one knows is that Selene is no ordinary werewolf.

She is the last living heir of the First Moon Queen, a legendary bloodline thought to have vanished thousands of years ago.

A bloodline capable of commanding wolves, healing the impossible, and destroying empires. Or building one powerful enough to rule them all.

Now the packs that mocked her want her allegiance.

The Alphas seek her favor. And the man who rejected her wants a second chance.

But some mistakes can never be undone. Especially when the girl they cast aside returns as a queen.

A rejected wolf... A powerful Lycan King. And a destiny that will reshape the entire werewolf world.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate is gone!

The Moon Queen has risen!

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

They killed her together.

Her husband, Roman, sold her body to monsters and called it a wedding gift.

Her sister, Elsa, strapped a bomb to her chest and called it mercy.

Tasha James died believing love had a price. She paid it in full.

Then she opens her eyes, and it's one year before any of it happened.

No scars. No bomb. No betrayal, not yet.
Just two people who still think she's naïve enough to love them again.

She isn't.

This time, Tasha is fire wrapped in silk, smiling while she rewrites her own fate, one calculated move at a time. She'll kiss the rival she once mocked, the boy who died trying to save her in another life. She'll let her enemies believe they've already won.

Then she'll watch them choke on the ashes of their own cruelty.

He loved her first.

He'll protect her now.

And together, they'll burn down the world that broke her.

RAVEN Haler arrived at the Ashford Estate with nothing but a suitcase, a criminal’s surname, and a lifetime of scars she stopped trying to explain years ago.

After her father was imprisoned for her mother’s murder, Raven spent her childhood being passed from one foster home to another.

Until she was sent to Silverridge.

City of elite wealth. Fast cars. Perfect families. The moment Raven stepped into the Ashford mansion, she realized onething immediately, Kai Ashford hated her.

Arrogant. Untouchable. Silverridge Academy’s golden boy and underground racing king.

To everyone else, Kai was perfection wrapped in privilege. The boy every girl wanted and every student feared. Especially Serena Vale, the school’s queen bee who made it very clear that Kai already belonged to her.

Only Raven noticed the truth beneath his arrogance.

Kai previously Mercer was just another abandoned kid pretending he had never been unwanted and he saw too much of himself in her.

What began as hostility quickly turned into something far more dangerous after one night changed everything.

The mysterious masked racer who humiliated Kai in an illegal street race?

Was Raven.

Suddenly, the girl he wanted gone became the only person capable of matching him, in speed, anger, and brokenness.

Now trapped between elite school drama, underground racing, jealousy, and feelings neither of them were supposed to have, Raven and Kai find themselves crossing lines that should never be crossed.

Because the Ashfords do not see them as foster kids. They see them as family, as siblings.

And if the truth about Raven and Kai ever comes out, it could destroy the only home either of them has ever had.

But their forbidden relationship's not the only danger closingin.

Someone from Raven’s past has returned.

Her father’s out of prison and he wants his daughter back.

After ten years of marriage, my fated mate, Alpha Harvey, had slept with nearly every female worker in the Silver Claw Packhouse.
When I was seven months pregnant, his newly kept mistress, Yvonne Robson, offended the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack at a celebration banquet. Badly.
"Jasmine, you, kneel and apologize on her behalf."
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
I blinked at him, sure I had misheard. "Excuse me?"
"She's young," he said impatiently, as if this were a minor inconvenience. "She made a mistake. You're the Luna. You need to fix it."
I placed a hand over my swollen belly, my wolf snarling inside me. "I'm pregnant, Harvey. How can I kneel? What if it hurts the pup—"
He cut me off harshly. 'It's just kneeling. You've never acted so delicate before.'
He dragged me forcefully to Alpha Kenneth.
Then, before I could react, Alpha Harvey shoved me down, forcing my head toward the ground.
Pain shot through my knees as they hit the floor.
And then—a sharp, wet sensation beneath me.
M

“ Ah ah ah yes. Godddd!” I yelled as I moved my waist according to his rhythm. My pitch went higher as he added another finger, making me wider for his thick cock.
I was wet for him and I was cumming.
“ Ah I'm cumming…fuck.” I moaned, he was taking me to the 9th heavens. He bent down, pulling his wet fingers coated with juice and fluids as it made a sound.
He was kissing my pussy, I let out an ecstatic shout, pushing my hips up and my pussy into his face his fangs gripping my pussy and biting it softly.
“ Mhmm..” He lapped on my pussy, with his rough and long tongue and I gasped..
I was panting roughly as I held my boobs in my hands, squeezing them roughly. I placed my hands on my abdomen but I just couldn't stop them from going down rubbing his furry gigantic head.


Amaarae doesn't know who the father is. Both men want her so they decide to fight for her, there's a war between the vampires and the werewolves. The best soldiers are selected and the war goes on for weeks without either side backing down instead it becomes more heated. It's also affecting their businesses in the human world, which they abandoned. Amaarae couldn't take the bloodshed anymore, she grew tired of it and devises a plan to change the course.

Because of what Leysa Frank witnessed the night before her wedding that really broke her heart. She decided to push her plan of seducing Frederik Wilford for her sister, Diana Frank - Wilford to taste her sweetest revenge for making her feel worthless and unwanted. She thought Diana is a great person, a good sister that loves her so much but actually she's a fake innocent whore, a two-faced bitch that wants to fuckin' get everything to her. She will get her revenge, double – no! Triple the pain she had caused her.

Because of what Leysa Frank witnessed the night before her wedding that really broke her heart. She decided to push her plan of seducing Frederik Wilford for her sister, Diana Frank - Wilford to taste her sweetest revenge for making her feel worthless and unwanted.

She just wanted to start over.

After a childhood marked by trauma and invisible scars, Isabella Monteiro decided to live in silence, hiding her pain behind a charming smile.

But fate has never been kind.

Caught between two completely opposite worlds, Isabella finds herself at the center of a war for her heart.

On one side, Alexander Carter, the perfect CEO—sophisticated, polite, a man who seems to have stepped out of a dream. He protects her, respects her, and awakens in her the feeling of finally being safe.

On the other, Dante Navarro, a dangerous drug dealer with a gaze that can burn to the soul. Brutal, intense, and with an obsession that can destroy her... or free her.

Between Alexander's heaven and Dante's shadows, Isabella will discover that love can be her salvation... or her ruin.

My name is Kharis Carter. I have been experiencing torture ever since my mom passed away. My stepmom smokes, consumes hard drugs, has a nasty attitude, and pours the entirety of her frustrations on my body. Well, I was leaving for good. I planned to move to Ma Cleopatra's house, work for two years and get paid, then travel out to continue college and get a prestigious job just like most successful women. This was until I meet my new boss.


“This is Kharis Carter. She is the perfect replacement I got for you”, Ma Cleopatra said to Mr. Frederick.
For two minutes, the man didn't utter a word. I felt frustrated. Maybe, I had not escaped from torture. This man constantly belittled me the few times we met. And here I was, in his house......

I thought my life was already a disaster—
In my father's eyes, only my perfect sister mattered. I was always the forgotten second daughter. My sole comfort was my upcoming wedding to the man I loved.
Until the night before my wedding, when everything changed.
"You're going to take your sister's place and marry the most dangerous mafia don in New York."
I had to pretend to be my sister and fool a man who could end my life without hesitation.
Most importantly, a car accident two years ago had left him blind and wheelchair-bound. He couldn't even make love, yet he demanded I bear him an heir.
However, when I'm straddling his powerful thighs, when he takes me night after night and fills me so completely that I'm left trembling and breathless... my legs give out beneath me. I'm the one who's truly powerless.

The disability and blindness were all part of his elaborate deception. When my sister returned, filled with regret and determined to expose my identity and reclaim him, I thought I would lose my life for deceiving the mafia don.
"You thought you could deceive the devil himself? You've been mine since that first night."
His fingers find places that make me arch and beg. His mouth claims every inch of my skin. His touch fills me so completely I forget my own name.

They said an Omega didn't belong in their elite military academy. They were right—I didn't belong. I was meant to destroy it.
I was Celia, the scholarship nobody, the punching bag for five ruthless Alpha brothers who ruled the school like gods. The Hale brothers made my life hell just because I dared to be smarter than them. They humiliated me, tormented me, nearly killed me.
Then they murdered the only person who tried to help me.
"You think you can compete with us?" Zaxer's breath was hot against my ear as he held me over the rooftop edge. "You're nothing but a pathetic little Omega."
"Then why are you so threatened by me?" I whispered back, watching his eyes darken.
They let me fall. Krystal, the friend I trusted, kissed my tormentor while I plummeted to my death.
But I didn't die. I got my wolf. And with her came a hunger for vengeance that burned hotter than any mate bond.
Now I'm back, and the game has changed. I know their secrets, their weaknesses, their guilty consciences. They think they can corner me in empty classrooms, threaten me with those piercing stares and brutal words?
"Hit me," I dared Zaxer in front of everyone, my voice steady as steel. "Show them all what kind of Alphas you really are."
He couldn't. Because for the first time, they realized something: the broken Omega they tortured has teeth now.
They ruined me once. Killed for me twice.
But when Kaiden growled those three words—"You're our mate"—everything I thought I knew shattered.
Because how do you destroy the ones fate bound you to?
Revenge never tasted so savage. Love never cut so deep.

Our ceremony was ambushed underground. One exit. Corvin was the only one who could move fast enough to carry someone out.
In my last life, he chose me — and left Niamh behind. She didn't make it. He spent five years after that making sure I understood what that meant. Every day I woke up was a day she couldn't. When I finally ran out of ways to leave quietly, I chose a window that faced east and walked into it.
Now I'm back. Same corridor, same chaos, same choice.
This time, I said: "Take Niamh."
The way his shoulders came down — like something he'd been holding for years, finally put down — told me everything five years together never did.
He promised to come back. He was already moving when he said it.
I knew I had to get out myself. But the ferals who'd killed Niamh last time found my corridor before I made it to the stairs.

One hundred years married to Everett, and I've learned one thing: whenever he wants to push me into a corner, he throws the mate bond dissolution agreement in my face. Whenever my parents want me to cave, they hold the family name over my head.

They've always wanted the same thing — for me to hand over everything I have to my twin sister Rosalie, who's been sick her whole life.

I've fought it. I've grieved over it.

But when the doctor slid the diagnosis across the desk — Blood Depletion Syndrome, late stage, less than two weeks left — something in me just went quiet.

What's the point of fighting when you're already dead?

She thought she was escaping one cage. She walked straight into another.
Georgia Steele married a man she didn't love to save her family — traded her youth for a gilded prison in Pasadena and called it duty. Then Lord Carlisle Strathearn walked into her life and offered her everything she'd been denied: passion, freedom, the kind of love that made her forget her vows.
She left her husband for him. She left her family. She left everything.
It was only when the doors locked behind her that she realized Carlisle had been watching her long before that first night at the art gallery. That his desire wasn't for her — it was for her destruction. Her father's sins had cost him everything. And Georgia was going to pay the debt.
Now she's trapped beneath a Victorian manor in California, drugged, gaslit, and erased from the world — while Carlisle hosts dinner parties on the floor above her head.
She had two choices once. She has none now.
But the walls she's writing on are starting to whisper back.
Married for Money' Buried for Revenge is a dark psychological romance series about obsession, revenge, and what survives when everything else is taken away. For readers who like their villains brilliant, their heroines unbreakable, and their love stories soaked in shadows.

"It's still her." Three words.
That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn't even have the decency to look away as he said it.
For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne's brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart.
We built a life. A marriage.
I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending.
Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize.
As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful.
Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's.
Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?"
I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground.
But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no."
It was a terrifying, thrilling question. "What," I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, "did you have in mind?"

My life took a turn for the worse when I married an arrogant billionaire who made me pregnant. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my misery. However, a sudden and unexpected tragedy completely transformed my life, igniting a burning rage and deep contempt for him.

Believed to be dead by everyone, I have spent the past four years plotting my revenge. Returning now, my sole purpose is to make my billionaire ex-husband pay for what he did. With my own wealth, I will inflict torment upon his already debt-ridden existence.

The man I despise the most, Mr. Diego Alfonzo, is the target of my vengeance. I have vowed to myself that I will seek retribution against him.

My crave for revenge is insatiable; I yearn to witness his suffering.

"Speak not a word to her. Let none of you lay your hands or eyes on her. She is mine to deal with. This is my only warning. Defy it, and the consequences will make you beg for death, yet death will not come."
MIRA
When Ken hurt me, I shattered.
But I never gave in. I refused to feel. I refused to love.
Then my father, who hates me, and my mother, too afraid to protect me, send me away.
I expected peace. What I got was the White Lion.
The mafia king of the continent. A legend soaked in blood.
He claims me with no mercy. Protects me with no kindness.
Says I belong to him. Proves it with every threat and every body he leaves behind.
I swore I would never surrender.
But how do you fight a devil who looks like salvation
and kisses like sin?
SCAR
After my mother died from my father’s recklessness, I made myself a promise.
No love. No women in the mafia. No weakness.
Then I saw Mira.
Too proud to beg. Too pure to touch.
I made her a game. A test. A punishment.
But now she is the obsession I never expected.