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He was her fated mate... and her father's killer.

Aria Delvin grew up haunted by loss. Her mother died giving birth, and her rogue-hunter father was slain when she was just a teen. When mysterious and alluring Connor Gareth wanders into her Pack, claiming to be a packless wolf seeking refuge, Aria finds herself drawn to him in ways she can't explain. Their connection ignites under the full moon, and their bond is sealed when they discover they are fated mates.

But Connor hides a devastating truth: he’s the Rogue Alpha responsible for her father’s death, sent to destroy her Pack from within. Torn between love and vengeance, he walks away offering Aria a cold, fake rejection rather than confess the truth.

Heartbroken and abandoned, Aria's world shatters further when she learns she's pregnant. Refusing to let her child be defined by a legacy of blood and betrayal, she raises her son in secret, with the help of her best friend and protector, Noah.

Years later, fate brings them together again in the most dangerous of places,rogue territory. As past and present collide, buried truths surface, and longheld emotions ignite. But when love is tangled in betrayal, and loyalties are tested by old wounds, can two hearts find their way back to each other?

In a world of wolves, war, and wounded hearts, can a forbidden love get a second chance... or will their past destroy them for good?

Lena Stormrider, a feisty, independent werewolf who has no interest in marrying for power, has consistently disregarded the Shadowfang pack's norms. However, everything she believed to be true about love and loyalty is destroyed by a single, intense night spent with Kai Blackthorn, the heir to the opposing Blackthorn pack. What started out as a brief moment of escape turns into a tempest that could destroy their worlds.
An unanticipated result of Lena and Kai's forbidden desire is a pregnancy that may spark conflict between two rival packs. The mystery of their connection, a love that has the power to either save or ruin them both, haunts them both. Lena must make the painful decision to either walk away and lose the one thing that has ever made her feel fully alive or risk everything—her pack, her future, and the love she has battled so hard for—in order to protect the kid she never asked for as the full moon rises.
However, the stakes are higher than anyone could have predicted. In addition to being the heir to both packs, their child—the result of this prohibited union—is a powerful force that has the ability to change the course of their planet.

A startling betrayal threatens to shatter the tenuous peace that Lena and her family have worked so hard to preserve as she fights to keep them together. The ultimate test of devotion, love, and sacrifice must be faced by Lena and Kai after the truth about their child's fate is made public. However, there is not much time left, and the last conflict might be the end of their entire existence.
Will Lena and Kai's love withstand life's trials or will the burden of their packs' history cause them to split up forever?

No names asked , no strings attached just purely .... " ,. " Carnal " , He finished up my sentence with his jaws clenched . " Such a bitch ", He added . I smirked more mischievously when I noticed that his jaws were clenching more with anger . " Precisely not all cops are annoying as you ", l chuckled.
"Don't create the beast out of me ", He growled while glaring at me. " Dammit , is the interrogation done now ? " , I rolled my eyes before removing my hand from the table then placed it on my thighs . " Hands on the table" , He commanded in an annoyed voice which made me to smile in amusement .
"He you wasting my time , l really need to go and find someone who is going to give me a good fuck ", l blurted out the words caring less about the fact that he was a cop. " Huh ! Do you think that is going to happen?", He smirked as he stood up from the chair . " Meaning? ", I asked as l watched him walk towards me .
" You ain't going to anywhere unless you tell me the names of the gangs ", He warned in a low voice as he placed his hand onto the arm of my chair . " This isn't my first time to be interrogated , so don't scare me ",. I challenged him as l turned my head to look at him . With him behind me , his face was merely inches away from mine . This made his minty and smoky breath to fill my nose
" You do smoke too ? " , I asked a bit surprised . " I do fuck too " , His response shocked made my mouth to fall open . He was damn serious because before I could reply to him, his other hand shockingly fall on top of my hand that was lying next to my crotch then made me rub myself.

Moving into her mother’s new husband’s mansion was supposed to be a fresh start… not the beginning of her biggest temptation. Cold, powerful, and dangerously irresistible, he keeps his distance — but his eyes say everything his lips refuse to admit. Every stolen glance feels like a sin. Every accidental touch ignites a fire she can’t control. She knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s forbidden. Yet the more they try to resist, the stronger the pull becomes.

But when dark family secrets begin to surface and hidden motives threaten to tear them apart, she must decide — 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁… 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵?

Eva Ann Rayner has always loved her best friend’s brother, Alexander, who is six years older than her. Soon she realizes the gorgeous, temperamental, overprotective, and arrogant Alexander Van Every is forbidden to her and definitely off limits. He doesn’t reciprocate her feelings, nor does he acknowledge her very existence. To him, she is always his little sister’s friend!
Eva loses all hope when Alexander announces his engagement to the daughter of a business mogul. For four years, she concentrates on her studies and career, avoiding Alexander at all costs. With his parents hating her with a vengeance, it isn’t a difficult task at all.
So, what will Eva do when Alexander breaks his engagement after four years? What will she do when she needs to live with her best friend in the same building as him? Can she deal with the whirlwind of feelings that seeing Alexander every day unleashes within her? What happens when hidden secrets about her family are unearthed? Will Eva realize why his family is against her? Will she lose hope in Alexander forever?
Read this unique and epic romance to know how Eva tames the possessive, dominant, overprotective, hot, and jealous billionaire with her sweetness.

In the dimly lit bar, amidst the storm of my haunted past, a painfully handsome stranger took a seat across from me, shattering the fragile peace I had found in the pages of my notebook. His piercing blue eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing me into a dance of desires I dared not acknowledge. Little did I know that this enigmatic man, who haunted my thoughts day and night, was none other than my ex-boyfriend's father. As the tempest of emotions raged within, I faced the dilemma of seeking comfort in his arms when my heart shattered at the hands of his son. The hospital, where I worked to escape the whispers of my past, now became a battleground of suppressed desires. A revelation awaited me – he, the painfully handsome stranger, was not just a doctor in the hospital; he was also my private doctor, his eyes lingering on me in a way that hinted at secrets and a troubled relationship with his son. In the clash of emotions and hidden truths, I must navigate the stormy seas of love, betrayal, and the forbidden allure of the man who holds the key to both my heart and my healing.

Warning: No Cheating

Salem pairs with Malik Roane, her partner, to chase leads quietly. But trust starts to crack. Malik knows more about her past than he admits.

The killer escalates victims are murdered in ways tied to specific foster kids. One was drowned in a bathtub. Another buried with dolls stuffed in their mouths.

Salem visits Dr. Ezra Kade, who helped her after a traumatic incident she can’t fully remember. He urges her to access what she’s repressed.

Meanwhile, a viral influencer, Tasha Bloom, starts releasing video clips from an anonymous source. Each one paints Salem as unstable, dangerous… possibly guilty.

Someone is watching Salem. Filming her. They know what happened in that house. And now, the world might know too

His determined enough not to let her go again. So he take all his courage to say these words to her.

"Why can't it be? Why can't it be the two of us? Why can't we be lovers? Only friends?

Her psychological condition is the main reason.

Her emotion is always splitting.

The young man belongs to a wealthy clan, he is a billionaire who had a dark past unknown to the society where he belongs at present. Only the lady knew his deepest secret, his past. She played the big role in his life long time ago…

When they meet again, the memories of his past comes back to him. Then the billionaire hope that maybe at present time they can be more than just friend but then again the lady wants to say goodbye to him.

Would she stay? Or would she say goodbye?

Will can they be lovers? Or will can't be?

Would it be a fair revenge or cheap stunt to sleep with my Ex's best friend?
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"Go easy there..." He stands way too close to me. I glance at him but don't object.
"Why do you care? It might serve you some purpose." I say while sipping my drink. He takes a hint and wraps his arm around my waist.
"Good point! But I don't like sloppy girls in my bed."

That one mistake and Natalie’s life became hell. Now she wants to spend her last year in school quietly with her head down. The past year bought so much drama and pain in her life, she wants to stay invisible and forget everything. Things get stirred up when his hot new neighbor joins her at school.

Jacob doesn't like to explain his lack of interest in girls (or boys) to others. Girls hitting on him now and then doesn't help his case either. He knows he is different, but not sure exactly how. Life is about figuring yourself out and it's called a Spectrum for a reason, after all. When his friends were crushing over girls at barely 12-13 years old, He thought his time would come probably a year or later. Just when he lost all his hopes, he finally meets his first crush ever at the sweet age of 17.
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Steamy Romance - No Abuse - HEA - 18+

Some scars you wear on your skin. Others you hide in your heart.

Tessa Morgan never imagined her life would become a cage of hushed apologies and hidden bruises. Once an aspiring artist, now she survives each day under the cruel control of Marcus Reynolds—a man whose love turned to ownership.

But when fate throws her into the path of Ryder Bishop, Vice President of the Hellfire MC, she glimpses a chance at freedom she'd thought lost forever.

With danger closing in and desire growing stronger, Tessa must decide: stay in the chains she knows, or trust the outlaw who could set her free.

But Marcus isn't letting go—and neither are his secrets. In a world where loyalty can kill and love can save, will she find the courage to choose her own path?

"Can I see the length of it's cock? How long does it last in bed?"

"Ma’am, it’s an AI-generated robot, personally designed to attend to human needs… meaning it can go as many rounds as you desire."

"Good. I’ll take it."

Jade Winters was tired of men who finished too fast, who never cared about her cravings, her kinks, her wildest fantasies. She wanted more...more stamina, more passion, more danger. So when she stumbled upon an advert for the country’s newest pleasure innovation..AI robots programmed to fulfill a woman’s every desire, she ordered one without a second thought.

Her model: Eros-7. Cold circuits. Perfectly sculpted. A machine built for sin.

At first, it was just sex...wild, limitless, unrestrained. She told him her darkest fantasies, and he obeyed without hesitation. He wasn’t supposed to feel, wasn’t supposed to crave her back. But soon Jade began to see something in his eyes… something too human. Something forbidden.

What she doesn’t know is the truth behind the fantasy:
These “robots” aren’t machines. They are humans, stolen at birth, their memories erased, their bodies programmed into flawless, obedient creations.

And when the President declares that all robots will be destroyed, Jade faces the nightmare of losing the only being who ever truly satisfied her… and the only man she’s ever loved.

But what happens when she finds him again, not as her robot, but as a human, with all the passion and danger that comes with free will?

Cold Circuits, Hot Passion is a rollercoaster of lust, obsession, and forbidden love in a world where pleasure is manufactured… and desire might just rewrite the code.

At twenty- two, Rain has been waiting for her mate to arrive although she was not in a hurry. For her, the right one will come at the right moment. And that moment arrived when she learned that her own Alpha was her destined mate.

That should have been the happiest moment for Rain if only fate didn't play hard on her. Alpha Killian has already had his chosen mate and she's pregnant with their child. Even if she was the right one and didn't wish to be rejected, she agreed to her mate's terms. But that didn't take long before another Alpha came into their life and meddled in their own business and the result was a devastating rejection.

Heartbroken and barely alive, Rain accepted the rejection and her life fell apart. Just when she was about to give up everything, the Alpha who was the reason she was rejected came and offered her a proposal.

She'll help him and he'll help her.

Rain accepted him and moved into his pack leaving her old mate's pack for good. Just when everything seemed to fall right for Rain, Alpha Killian appeared. He wanted to reclaim her but Rain's new Alpha won't let that happen.

With two Alpha fighting for Rain, who will he choose? The one that broke her apart or the one that fixed her?

And besides, there is danger lurking aside, waiting to snatch her at the right time...

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

On my birthday, I was dragged up to the attic and assaulted by several men.
I called my parents, brother, and boyfriend for help, but they all thought I was seeking attention and ruining my sister Sophie's celebration.
"Mia, stop it. We're busy preparing for Sophie's party. If you want attention, find another way."
This was the hundredth time they'd let me down.
But there won't be a hundred and first.
Because I'm already dead.

My billionaire lover brought out a bespoke mermaid gown, declaring he would marry whoever could fit into it.
But in my past four lives, every woman who tried it on—whether an ambitious imposter or me, his true love—was brutally tortured and murdered by him.
In my fifth rebirth, the butler knocked on our door with a polite smile, "Mr. Voss says his true love is among you."
Since we four women would die no matter who wore it...
We exchanged a look in the dead silence, turned our heads in perfect unison, and locked our eyes onto the only man in the room.

After Nicholas got engaged, his assistant handed me a plane ticket.

"Leave. Don’t ever show your face in Silverlight City again."

"Otherwise, Mr. Jackson has more than enough ways to ruin you."

All those years I spent by his side, I was admired by everyone, living in the spotlight.

Yet when I finally left, I was reduced to a pitiful, laughable sight.

I said, "Fine."

But that very night, the flight plunged from over thirty thousand feet in the air.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT‼️
This story contains themes of BDSM, including elements of dominance and submission, bondage, name-calling kinks (such as terms like "whore"), consensual rough play, and some scenes that involve violence. If these topics could be triggering or uncomfortable for you, I strongly recommend proceeding with caution or choosing a different story.

But if you're into all this delicious chaos—welcome, and get ready for the ride of your life. Things are about to get wild. Enjoy! 😉

Why was I thinking about his lips? Was I really that starved for attention?

I couldn't tear my eyes away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the sheer need for something to distract me. But it wasn't just his lips. His jaw was sharp, the muscles of his neck visible beneath the fabric of his shirt. He looked like someone who could make me forget everything.

His voice broke through my thoughts. "Something wrong?"
I blinked, shaking my head, forcing my eyes to pull away from him. "No. Nothing."

I felt his gaze still on me, making me feel like he could see right through all the bullshit I was trying to wear. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the heartbreak, or the way he looked at me, but suddenly it didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like something I needed.

Without thinking, I stood, my body moving before my mind could catch up. My heart raced as I stepped closer to him, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. He was surprised, but I didn't care.
I grabbed his shirt, pulled him down to me, and pressed my lips to his.

When I was nine months pregnant, my husband, Torin, forced doctors to extract my baby's cord blood to save his ex-wife's son. My baby died of suffocation ten minutes after birth, right before my eyes.
Instigated by his biological mother, my stepson sneaked into my room late at night and poured silver powder all over me. My skin rotted; the scars would last forever.
Later, the hospital ward caught fire, cutting off my escape. On the brink of life and death, Torin glanced back at me, scooped up his ex-wife, and walked into the safe zone without looking back.
Even later, he knelt in the ruins, hands dripping with blood, digging through the rubble brick by brick.
Until his subordinate stepped up behind him and choked out, "Alpha... we found the Luna's body."

I died on the second Sunday of May.
Mother’s Day.
My biological mother, the top neurologist in the United States, was standing in front of my corpse.
She looked at the bedsores all over my body, at the ribs that had been stomped broken, and explained coldly to hundreds of cameras:
“Trash from the bottom of society, covered in needle marks like this, doesn’t deserve to dirty my dissection table.”
She didn’t know that the “social garbage” she called a pill-seeking self-harmer was the son she had abandoned ten years ago.
When the cold scalpel cut open my chest, an old photograph stained with black blood slipped out.
The moment she saw it, the woman who had stood above everyone else—
went completely insane…

On the night my grandmother died, my husband Kael came home trailing blood.
His leather motorcycle jacket was soaked dark red, yet he flashed a savage grin: "I wiped the floor with those bastards tonight!"
For three years, he had treated our home as nothing more than a pit stop between reckless street races.
I’d finally had enough. "After the funeral, we're getting a divorce."
Before the words fully left my mouth, my phone rang. It was his riding partner, Lunn, his voice choking with sobs: "Sera... Kael drove off the cliff tonight. They only recovered bloody pieces of his helmet!"
But the "dead man" was standing right in front of me...

For six years, I wore Pack silver. I sold my blood. I scrubbed silver out of Pack den floors. I slept on a basement floor — all to pay off my mate's Pack debt and buy my brother's wolfsbane antidote.
Today, with the receipt finally signed, my brother looked at me and said:
"Seren, I was never poisoned. Our parents aren't dead either. The Rogue raid six years ago — I arranged it. The only wolf hurt that night was you."
My mate stepped up behind him: "I never lost my Pack rank either. I've been at the estate the whole time."
Then my parents — the ones I'd buried seven years ago — walked through the door.
The Pack physician had given me forty-eight hours left to live.
They were going to remember every single one.

My husband often made me suffer for the sake of my younger sister, even divorcing me because of her.
My parents gave all their love to my sister and neglected me.
My husband and parents even had my sister perform surgery on me.
But they didn't know that my sister had no idea how to perform surgery.
It didn't matter though, because I no longer cared.
On Christmas Day, when they were celebrating, they finally remembered me.
But I was already dead.

My parents raised me for twenty-four years. Then they found out I wasn't their biological daughter.

Their real daughter came home. She'd only been back two years. That's all it took to erase twenty-four.

When kidnappers grabbed us, I used my body as a shield. They beat me until something inside me ruptured. I was dying from internal bleeding, but no one could tell.

My parents wouldn't even look at me. "This is your fault! None of this would've happened if it weren't for you!"

"Get downstairs and apologize to your sister. If you can't, pack your things and get out."

They threw her a party at a downtown hotel while I died alone in my room.

I thought they'd be relieved. Maybe even glad. I thought they'd just move on like I never existed.

But when they finally learned the truth, they fell apart.

My best friend Tiffany was obsessed with those novels where a mafia don spoils his woman rotten.

She was convinced she was the type of girl who could make a ruthless boss go soft, so she went after Vincent, the heir of a crime family, and got him.

His bodyguards, his dirty money, even the way he told her not to ask questions and just sit tight. She read all of it as devotion. And of course she had to drag me into it too, always with the same excuse: it was for my own good.

Last time around, her mess got me killed. Vincent's enemies mistook me for one of his people, and I died in a shootout that had nothing to do with me.

The second the blade opened my throat, all I could think about was her holding up a bloody knife, grinning, showing it off to me like a trophy.

"Margot, look. He gave me this. It means we're official now."

I remember feeling disgusted. I never thought that same knife would end up slitting my throat.

Blood pooled across the street while she hid in Vincent's arms, screaming, hands over her eyes. Later I heard her crying to someone, saying it wasn't her fault, that I just had bad luck.

I died inside her little romance fantasy. A nobody side character, wiped off the page without a second thought.

Then I opened my eyes, and I was back. Back to the afternoon it all started.

The day my all-powerful wife personally handed me over to the mob's basement, she was shielding my identical twin brother, furiously accusing me of destroying his ability to carry on the family line.
To compensate for my brother's "trauma," my parents stood by and did nothing. Using her influence, my wife pressured me to take his place at a black-market clinic, testing a lethal drug.
They thought I was just going to suffer some physical hardship, that after enduring these two weeks, everything would be happily resolved.
But they didn't know I had already been poisoned by my brother. I was dying.
I died in agony on the cold operating table. As my body was being gnawed and rotted by rats, they were happily vacationing by the sea.
Only when the lies were exposed did my wife kick down the hidden door. Holding my maggot-infested, decaying flesh, she wept until she vomited blood, then went mad and swallowed a bullet. My parents watched their family shattered and wept on their knees.

My brother Soren is a figure skating prodigy. Every dollar in our house, every hour, every scrap of attention — all his.
Me? I'm the kid who doesn't need to be seen.
The night before Nationals, I told my mom my stomach hurt so bad I could barely stand. She said I was making trouble. Dad told me to take a painkiller and tough it out. Then they loaded up the car and drove two hundred miles to watch Soren skate.
They didn't come home until Sunday night. By then, I'd been dead for over a day.
I called her. Again and again. She had her phone on airplane mode.
Now I'm a ghost, drifting behind their car on the highway home. They're laughing, complaining I didn't even text Soren a congratulations.
I wonder what their faces will look like when they walk through that door.

At four, they shattered both my legs. At six, they ruptured my left eardrum. At seven, they took my right eye—said I'd earn more sympathy begging blind.
After twelve years in hell, my billionaire parents finally found me.
The girl who stole my life grabbed my wrist, nails digging into my skin. "Dare take what's mine, and I'll break whatever's left of your legs."
I smiled, unclipping both prosthetics to show empty pant legs. "I don't have legs left."
She was terrified.

I think I'm dead.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an abandoned amusement park, and my body was sitting on that slowly turning carousel.

I was only ten years old. I don't know how I died.

Detective Sarah, the blonde officer, promised to find the truth. So I followed her, watching her peel away layer after layer of lies—

In my diary, I wrote down all my fears and all my waiting.

On the phone, Mom sent that video of me laughing.

In the autopsy report, evidence of long-term abuse filled every page.

Mom had been saving money for three years, saying she'd take me away. That afternoon she picked me up from school and said, "We're really leaving this time."

Then what happened? Why did I die at the amusement park? Why was Mom's first reaction after my death not to call the police, but to—

I thought Mom came to save me.

Until I saw the text message she sent...

The day I get diagnosed with stage four lung cancer, I can finally stop selling plasma.

For five years, I thought I was paying for the fire that killed my parents and son, left my brother disabled. Selling plasma, joining drug trials, doing the worst jobs imaginable, all to pay back a debt that wasn't even real.

The doctor says I have a few weeks left. I clutch the diagnosis report and head home to tell them.

The moment I push open the door, I see my parents in the kitchen, the ones who supposedly died in the fire. My brother, who was supposed to be in a wheelchair, stands there raising a glass, laughing with my husband.

My brother shrugs like it's nothing. "The broken leg was fake the whole time. You were the only one hurt in the fire. We just wanted to teach you a lesson, make you appreciate things."

"We were going to tell you eventually." My husband pats my shoulder. "Go apologize to Vanessa. Stop giving her a hard time."

"All the money you gave us went to Vanessa," Dad says. "That's what you get for throwing your bio-daughter status in her face."

I touch the diagnosis in my pocket. Everything was a lie. The only truth is that I'm dying.

After three years of agonizing IVF, I was forced into three abortions. The reason? My mafia in-laws’ pet bird stared at my belly and shrieked, "End it."
Even when I was carrying healthy twins, my own parents held me down and forced abortion pills down my throat. My husband—the man I once took a bullet for—watched coldly. "Listen to the bird. Abort."
Lying in a pool of blood, I finally discovered the horrific truth. There was no "sacred bird." My marriage, my ruined womb, and all the IVF tortures were actually part of a terrifying conspiracy.
On my fourth pregnancy, the bird finally decreed, "Keep it!"
As the whole family treated me like a queen and rejoiced to welcome their precious heir, I quietly walked into the operating room.
Armed with lethal evidence, I crashed their grand succession ceremony.
You want an heir? I’ll send you all to hell instead.

My five-year-old son, Emrys, was poisoned by the deadly "Silver Eclipse." The only cure, Moonbloom Serum, had been seized entirely by my husband, Corvin, to save it for his nine-month-pregnant mistress, Melisande.
He froze all my bank accounts, forcing me to pawn the ring that symbolized my status as Luna and brave the dangerous black market just to secure the antidote.
But by the time I rushed back to the hospital, covered in blood, my child’s organs had already failed. He was gone.
When I threw the death certificate and divorce papers in Corvin’s face in despair, he just looked at me with mockery, accusing me of using our own flesh and blood to put on an act for his attention.
At that moment, all my love for him died completely. I took my son’s ashes, left the Ashmere pack, and decisively severed a mate bond that had tied us together for years...

47 deaths.
48 iterations.
He sold his brother a death trap and called it a farm.
When the dead rose, the experiment began—and the only way out was through.

I killed my fated mate to survive.

Beta Shax Wulfric was the pack’s most ruthless hunter, sent to drag me back in chains. So I ended him. Or I thought I did.

Months later, he finds me again. Alive. Amnesiac. And utterly convinced I’m his wife… and the child in my arms is ours.

Now the monster who once rejected and humiliated me looks at me like I’m his entire world. He touches me like I’m something precious.

If he remembers, he’ll kill me.
If he doesn’t, I might fall for him all over again.

Warning: MATURE CONTENT!

"I'll never accept you as my Luna! You're nothing but a worthless slut!"

Instead of allowing the Alpha King's hurtful words to affect her, Fia brushes them off. If he doesn't want her, then fine. She has more important things to focus on and take care of. She doesn't need any more chaos in her life. If it's just another source of pain, she'll learn to accept it.

The Alpha King may have used and rejected her, trying to amplify her pain, but Fia refuses to let that define her. She has been through enough and doesn't want anyone else to uncover her vulnerabilities. They should leave her life, as anyone has the potential to hurt her deeply.

However, the Alpha's sudden change of heart surprises Fia. He decides not to release her, finding pleasure in controlling her. He has many ways to manipulate her and keep her under his influence. He will pleasure her intensely, making her moan with satisfaction. He will ensure she craves more as he leaves his mark on her.

Clara Bennet thought she had everything figured out but when she discovers her boyfriend has been cheating on her, her world falls apart overnight.

In a reckless blue of heartbreak and alcohol, Clara spends the night with a charming stranger who seems to understand her pain. But she walks into class the next morning and locks eyes with him again, the truth hits hard.

Her one-night-stand was her new professor.

Three years since I married into the Hawthorne family, I had already lost two children.
And the one who decided whether my babies lived or died wasn't a doctor—it was a potted plant in the manor's living room: the Crimson Orchid.
In this family, if the petals withered and reeked after drinking the pregnancy blood, it was an unbreakable rule: the child had to go.
The first two times, all I could do was lose my children in despair under the anesthetic mask at some underground clinic.
To save my third pregnancy, I secretly went to a top medical center out of state for an amniocentesis.
The diagnosis, there in black and white, proved it: my baby was perfectly healthy and carried the purest family bloodline.
I thought I was safe this time. But when my finger blood dripped into the black soil again, the orchid once more oozed foul-smelling black water.
My in-laws crushed my medical report underfoot without mercy and had their people drag me toward the operating table.
I couldn't understand it: the scientific evidence clearly confirmed my child was healthy and pure-blooded.
Why did they insist on trusting a mutated, stinking flower and killing their own grandchildren over and over again?

My brother Miles blames me for our parents' deaths.
So he chose to adopt the deaf Vivian instead of keeping me.
Later, I met Sullivan.
He gave me a grand confession. He chose me, resolutely.
He also said I hired someone to assault Vivian—that I didn't deserve sympathy.
Five years after being cast out of my family, a dismembered female body was found inside a carnival mascot costume.
Miles, now a police officer, led the investigation. Sullivan, now a forensic pathologist, performed the autopsy.
They saw the bloodstained hearing aid and immediately called Vivian.
"I'm fine. I just saw the news—some big case. Should we tell Sis to be careful too? What if something happens to her?"
They refused, almost in unison.
"The moment she killed our parents, she stopped being my sister."
"She was jealous of you. She did too many terrible things. If she's dead, she had it coming."
My soul hovered in the air, watching them. I laughed until I cried.
But when they found out the victim was me—
Why did they both go mad?

My husband is sleeping with my own sister. Cliché, right? I drove to Black Pine Lake to catch them, but stumbled into a brilliantly twisted murder trap instead. Now, the cops think I am a jealous, psychotic killer. Declan believes he dug the perfect grave for me. But did he?

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

“The things I want to do to you…” his voice dropped, rough and low.

I smiled, daring him. “Do it. I dare you, Daddy.”

A flicker of danger crossed his eyes. “Vieni qui, amore mio.” Come here, my love.

And just like that, I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away.


Have you ever fallen in love with your mother’s fiancé—only to discover he craves you too? Sin, right?

Yeah, that’s me. Melissa Spencer.
A college student, an aspiring photographer, and an anonymous erotica writer by night.

Having Ben Gavin… the billionaire hockey captain and CEO of the world’s top team—as my stepdad was enough to keep me on edge.

Craving his touch? That’s another level of sin.

When financial ruin forces my mother and me into his penthouse, I swear I can resist him.

But things only get worse when his dangerously charming son vows to claim me too.

Now I’m caught between a hot hockey stepdad, a sexy F1 racer stepbrother, and an obsessed ex-biker boyfriend.

What happens when I find out everyone’s been living a double life—including my own mother?

I opened my drawer and I saw different caricatures of me
"Teacher's Pet!"
"Slut"
"Fat ugly nerd"
It was my nightmare, Wade and his Cheerleader Ex on my neck again accusing me of sleeping with the Teacher to get into the school's Golden list.
Now, I'm right here at my new job and I realize that I am his nanny.
He may bully me at School but I have the home.

INTRODUCTION

   "You did it.' He clenched her shoulders in rage, Lilith winced in pain. "Why? Why did you have to come to my bed when I was damn drunk?" 

    "I'm sorry,' she cried out. "I was trying to protect you." 

    "From what, exactly? Protect me, my ass. Did I ask for your protection, bitch?' He roared, shook her body countless times and pushed her to the ground.

     "I'm sorry." 

     "SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH." He yelled and threw away the vase beside him, smashing on the floor.

   After all, everyone knows him and how 

tyrant of a Mafia he was to everyone.

 


      Lilith is a 22 years old, young lady who is about to graduate college. How did she manage to live in a decent apartment, send herself to school without a student loan and send her brother to a nursing home? It's because of her high paying job. Her secret, high-profile job. Which requires an elegant, discreet and educated individual, who is highly trained, and can be escorted to be able to move and adapt to social circles of billionaires, tycoons, A-list celebrities, if they are willing to pay the price. And even if they are, she's very picky with whose c*ck she wraps her lips on and loathes anything about love.

   What happens, when she got hired by the most cold-blooded billionaire mafia in the city for a date for the week with no sex and was also hired to assassinate him.

  However, she falls in love with him and gets pregnant...which is against the rules.

   Will the coldblooded Mafia kick her out of his sight or will he accept her for who she was, after having a one night stand with her to accept her past?

“Violet, the cursed child,” as Alpha Stephen would often call his only daughter. His beloved wife died while giving birth to her, making him hate the very sight of Violet. To get her out of his life, he sells her to Alpha Ethan, the cruel Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack.

When Violet arrives at the Bloodmoon Pack, she realizes that the suffering she endured in her former pack, the Redmoon Pack, was nothing compared to what awaits her in Alpha Ethan’s pack. When she discovers that the cruel Alpha is her mate, he rejects her and enslaves her.

Violet endures abuse from Alpha Ethan and the maids in the palace—until the Alpha’s son returns from a trip, sparking a perilous love triangle.

Dive into this hot, spicy story filled with twists, passion, and plenty of ups and downs!

As the tyrant ruling the underworld, Victor was ruthless and bloodthirsty, showing no mercy to anyone.

Women who tried to climb into his bed usually didn’t even get a whole corpse, yet I was the only one he kept by his side.

I’d taken a poisoned bullet for him, and nearly bled to death on the rotting floor of a safe house giving birth to his son.

He once kissed the bullet scar on my shoulder and promised me that when he sat on the godfather’s throne, I would be his only family matriarch.

But the moment he slipped on that black onyx ring symbolizing power, he carried another woman into the master bedroom of the manor.

I burst for the door, and he ordered his bodyguards to pin me outside, forcing me to listen to their sounds of passion all night long.

I banged on the door like a madwoman, so he slammed my paintbrush-wielding right hand in the heavy oak doorframe and crushed it mercilessly.

I finally caved when he threatened to cut off my mother’s hospital treatment.

My husband's foster sister, Delilah, gets poisoned and ends up paralyzed. My husband, Grayson, the Don of this whole crime family, doesn't even bother checking the security cameras. He just throws me, two months pregnant, into the cistern where they punish traitors.

"Tessa, hand over the antidote, or die."

I kneel in the freezing swamp water and beg him. I didn't poison her.

He answers with a kick to the stomach.

For three straight days, I suffer down there. Leeches tear into my skin. My baby turns into a pool of black blood and dissolves into the filthy water. By the end, my vocal cords tear to shreds, my body goes cold, and I stop breathing.

His men get on their knees and beg him to spare me. He just sneers.

"That woman's always been good at playing the victim. No food, no medicine. Let her keep soaking."

Three days later, he finally walks into the cistern, and it's only to give me an ultimatum.

"Crawl out and apologize to Delilah on your knees. Otherwise I'll strip you of your title and sell you off to a trafficking ring. You'll wish you were dead."

No one answers him.

He has no idea. I already am.

The second the avalanche came down, I called my mate. Karl. Captain of the Pack Guard's First Squad.

He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.

He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.

By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.

Karl stood in the morgue all night.

He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."

For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.

I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.

Until the day I went into labor.

He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.

The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.

Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.

"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."

Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.