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The day I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, my husband was still thrusting into me, emptying himself with a roar.
The moment he finished, I opened my mouth to tell him I had three months to live.
He cut me off.
'Lindsey's back. Let's get a divorce.'
My heart died in that instant.

After years of marriage, my husband and son never once treated me like I mattered.
In their eyes, there was only another woman.
When I heard them talking about abandoning me again, I finally hit my limit.
So I asked for a divorce.
From that day on, I lived for myself—and myself alone.

When she called her husband to tell him their son was dead, all she heard on the other end was laughter—him, his mistress, and their child, living like a happy little family.
Her heart turned to ash.
Terminally ill or not, she would find whoever killed her son.
But her husband didn't believe her. Her own family turned against her. They were all protecting the killer.
She was locked away. Threatened. Kidnapped.
When the truth finally clawed its way to the surface, they came crawling back with apologies.
But did it even matter anymore?

My husband cut my unborn child from my womb right in front of his mistress—and fed the baby to a leopard.
I screamed until my voice broke. No one came.
I clutched a stranger's severed head, my soul shattering into a thousand irreparable pieces.
Accused of adultery. Branded the mother of an illegitimate child. They even carved out my kidney—while I was still breathing—to transplant into his mistress.
My life had reached its end. And no one mourned.
Then the wheels of fate turned backward, and I woke up on the day of our engagement.
My hands were trembling. My heart was whole. And I remembered everything.
I looked out at the expectant faces of our guests—and at the man who would become my husband. The man who would destroy me.
He smiled at me, waiting.
And I said: No. I don't.

Avery lost everything the day her father betrayed the Silver-Ridge Pack.
Branded a traitor. Blamed for her sister's death. Sold to the very Alpha her father once betrayed.
Lucian Draveth is blind. Merciless. A monster whispered about in fear. A man who sees Avery as nothing more than a property.
But Avery refuses to submit.
"You want a chance, Avery? Fine. Let's play a game." His voice is calm.
"The main gate is half a mile through the forest. If you reach it and pass through before I lay a hand on you… you are free."
My breath hitches. "And if you catch me?"
"Then you stop fighting and come back. Run."
Five minutes. Half a mile. One blind Alpha hunting her through the dark.
Avery runs. Not because she believes she'll win but because she refuses to break.
The closer Avery gets to freedom, the more she realizes something is wrong. Lucian is hiding something far worse than cruelty.
And when Avery learns why he refuses to let her go, revenge stops being enough.
In a world where the Moon Goddess chooses mates, Avery must decide: destroy the monster or survive loving one.
Warning: Mature content. Dark romance themes.

I married a man who didn't love me.
When other women falsely accused me, not only did he not help me, but he also sided with them to bully and hurt me...
I was utterly disappointed in him and divorced him!
After returning to my parents' home, my father asked me to inherit billions in assets, and my mother and grandmother pampered me, making me the happiest woman in the world!
At this point, that man regretted it. He came to me, knelt down, and begged me to remarry him.
So, tell me, how should I punish this heartless man?
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After her terminal diagnosis, the first call she made was to her husband. A woman answered, her laughter shattering what little hope remained.
Even her childhood sweetheart had abandoned her for her sister, leaving her completely alone in the world.
With only one month left to live, she walked away without a word, crossing an ocean for a slim chance at survival.
Then the news of her death reached them.
Regret hit like a storm. Her husband abandoned every other woman and searched desperately for traces of her. Her first love finally realized who he had always wanted. Everyone who had hurt her was drowning in guilt, desperate for one last chance to make things right.

But she wasn’t dead.
While they were still consumed by remorse, she returned — alive, untouchable, and now the head of a leading medical conglomerate. She stepped back into their world with a cold, commanding presence, leaving them stunned and powerless before the woman they thought they had lost forever.

She watched her husband walk out of the obstetrics ward with his mistress. She walked out of oncology.
Years of neglect. A critically ill family member draining every penny she had. She clung to him like a parasite—not out of love, but survival. And he knew it. He was certain she would never leave.
Until the day he saw the blood she coughed up. And the prenatal report lying next to it.
He tore up the divorce papers and locked her by his side.
This time, love arrived before death did.

When nineteen-year-old Seraphina Winters returns home after her mother’s sudden marriage, she expects distance and discomfort not the magnetic pull of her new stepfather. Damon Blackwood is powerful, guarded, and dangerously attentive, and living under the same roof makes every glance feel like a test of control.

As secrets rise and boundaries blur, Seraphina is forced to confront feelings she never invited, while Damon struggles between duty, guilt, and a desire he refuses to name. In a house built on wealth and silence, one wrong step could destroy them both.

Some love stories aren’t meant to begin but once they do, they refuse to end quietly.

Married for years. Hidden for years. A wife no one knew existed.
The day the doctors said terminal, her husband named a skyscraper after himself and his mistress. The city cheered. Then he called — not to ask if she was okay, but to order her to clean up the scandal. Smile. Swallow it.
She did. She always did.
The hospital called. Emergency surgery. He hung up. Blocked the number.
She went under the knife alone. No hand to hold. No one outside that door. As the anesthesia dragged her down, one thought lingered — if she died tonight, would he even know?
She didn't die. But something in her did.
Divorce papers signed. No tears. No begging. Gone.
Years later, her name lit up every headline — the visionary AI architect behind a global tech revolution. The world couldn't stop saying her name.
He came crawling back. Apologies. Grand gestures. Begging outside her door for hours. His empire meant nothing now. Every achievement tasted like ash. That skyscraper mocked him against the skyline every single day.
She looked at him the way you look at a stranger.
"Do I know you?"
And walked away. Not once looking back.

On my husband’s birthday, my sister returned home.
The first thing she said to me was, "So, when are you planning to divorce him?"
I let out a cold laugh, turned on my heel, and headed straight to a club to hire eight go-go dancers.
I was in the middle of a steamy, skin-to-skin dance with a model who had a perfect eight-pack when my husband—who usually makes it a point to be in bed early—dragged me off the dance floor.
Looking at his dark, livid face, I said, "The young men here don't need an early bedtime to hold onto their youth. You're already old." I tapped his cheek and smiled. "And I deserve better."

When their real daughter came home, my foster parents threw me out like trash.
But before I could even leave, my foster sister pinned a murder charge on me.
I watched the police rush toward me. Then I lifted my foster sister's arm—the one still marked with fresh needle punctures—and smiled at the crowd.
They had no idea who they were dealing with.
Beneath this unremarkable face, I am a once-in-a-century medical genius, a phantom hacker, an elite designer... Even if my birth family lived in the poorest slum in the city, I could give them a life beyond their wildest dreams.
But then, the cheerful jingle of an ice cream truck cut through the chaos.
And a fleet of Rolls-Royces pulled up behind it.
Turns out, my real family isn't poor at all. They might just be the richest people in the country.
Well then. The game just changed.

After being abandoned by my husband one last time and rejected by my own son, I finally hit my breaking point.
Because I was dying.
At the very end, fate sent me back to the world I once knew.
And there, love and glory swept over me like a flood.

As a wife and mother, she came home one day to find another woman in her place.
That was when she knew. This marriage was beyond saving.
The lies and deception were just a thin veil no one bothered to see through. The favoritism. The blame. Year after year, cutting into her like glass.
When the birthday cake she had fought so hard to get ended up in the trash, she swallowed her tears along with the bitterness.
Giving up became inevitable. So did the divorce.
It wasn't until dust settled on her vanity table that her husband and children finally realized—home had become a cold, empty coffin.

Eight months pregnant, strung up and tortured by her own husband — because he decided the baby wasn't his.
She nursed him back from his accident. Held his family together with her bare hands. And another woman wore the crown that was hers.
They plastered her face across explicit photos. Forged the paternity test. Took everything — even her name.
She watched, screaming, shattering — as her husband ripped their newborn from her arms and threw the child into a cage of beasts.
Her mother couldn't take it. She jumped.
Her father was tortured until she couldn't recognize his face.
She begged to live. They wouldn't let her.
She begged to die. They wouldn't let her either.
Until she was reborn.
She remembers every face. Every wound. Every scream.
And this time, there will be no mercy.

After years of marriage, my husband has always believed that our one-night stand was a trap I set for him.
There’s another woman in his heart.
What I never expected was that even my own son would turn his back on me.

Raven thought she knew the truth: Darius Pike is a monster.
To avenge her sister, Raven Casmir infiltrates the supernatural Midnight Academy, masquerading as a human girl with a death wish. She takes his spot on the hockey team. She mocks his Alpha authority. She plays a dangerous game of cat and mouse in the shadows of his billion-dollar empire.

Darius has never met a human he couldn’t break. Until her. The fiery-haired rebel doesn’t bow. She fights. She’s the ultimate forbidden fruit—the sister of the girl he once rejected, and the only person who makes his wolf lose control.

But as blood ties turn to betrayals and ancient MoonWolf powers awaken, Raven discovers the most terrifying secret of all: Her sister lied. And the man she swore to destroy is the only one who can save her from the darkness in her own soul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlotte Scott's family fell apart, so she packed two bags and moved to her brother's small biker town to start over.

She didn't know he had a pack. She didn't know she had a destiny.

Then Dorian Black — Alpha of Ironveil, the man whose wolf called her mate on her very first night and who spent weeks pretending he hadn't heard it — chased a pack of wolves off her in the dark, kissed her forehead like it didn't mean anything, and trained her like she was just another newly turned wolf.

She isn't.

Charlotte carries a bloodline thought extinct, with power enough to anchor a pack or destroy one... depending on what happens before her third Blood Moon rises.

The Council wants Dorian mated. The elders have secrets older than she is. A she-wolf wants him badly enough to go looking for a witch. And the man who's supposed to be her mate would rather lie to her face than risk losing someone the way he lost the last person he loved.

Charlotte just wants to survive her own life long enough to choose what happens in it.

HIS TO RUIN: ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN MATE is a slow-burn werewolf biker romance about a bond neither of them asked for, a prophecy with a deadline, and a girl who refuses to be anyone's weapon, anchor, or secret.

Ember thought she was ordinary. A farm girl destined for a simple life until fire exploded from her hands and assassins murdered her parents in the flames.

Now she's trapped at Velmora Academy, where magic is power and she has none. She can't control her fire. She's bullied by elite students who see her as worthless. And she's caught the dangerous attention of the five most powerful males in the academy—a dragon shifter who watches her like prey, a vampire whose bite has bonded them against his will, a werewolf whose flirtation hides devastating loss, a mountain lion who protects her with quiet intensity, and a harpy who's seen her die in seventeen different futures.

But when shadow creatures attack and a second element awaken inside her—impossible, forbidden—Ember realizes the truth. She's not ordinary. She's the Fire Queen, prophesied to wield all four elements and either save the world or burn it to ash.

The Dark World is hunting her. A spy walks the academy halls. Ancient portals are cracking. And Ember must master powers that have destroyed every woman before her, or watch everyone she loves die.

Some destinies are written in fire. Hers will consume everything.

This book is a collection of wild erotic adventures and fantasies.
Adventures to some and fantasies to others.
Sex is delicious.
No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise.
So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix.
Please be advised, words and scenes can be very, very steamy.

Lucy Adams hates her life, but she hates her stepfather even more. One day, he pushes her and she snaps. She smashes her stepfather’s head with a baseball bat, an action that lands her in jail. Trouble seems to follow her as she’s only saved from getting beat up in jail by a quiet, handsome fellow. And in the middle of thanking him, she gets his name and number.
Lucy realizes her time is up at home when her stepfather threatens to kill her. She sees Defoe, the quiet but dangerous jail mate, as an escape route and joins him in his motel. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Lucy is cast into Defoe’s on-the-run life. She inherits his enemies and discovers what it means to lose one’s home, identity, and peace. Unable to return, Lucy is stuck with Defoe as he reveals the truth of his mobster past, and introduces her to the life of a former mob boss on the run.
Live with the devil for long enough and his wiles will ensnare you. Defoe is not the devil, but Lucy falls for him all the same. He cannot afford to love her back, but it’s not up to him.
Will their emotions complicate an already challenging situation? Or will the need to escape danger and live again supersede all?

A fearless and ruthless Assassin, Brianna Peters, was now able to finally execute her long-planned revenge against the person who ordered her parents’ untimely death when she was just five years old. Her first step was to get close to her enemy and that step was to become the new Personal Assistant and Executive Secretary for the founder and CEO of the LM Realtors Group, Lucien Michaelson. The only grandchild of her mortal enemy. What will happen if their worlds collide in a way one hopes, while the other despises it to be? What if Brianna who was supposed to kill Lucien turns out to be guarding him subconsciously against his enemies? Find out about the exciting romance of Lucien and Brianna. The CEO and the ASSASSIN. In…
The Billionaire’s ASSASSIN.

As the knight entered the room, the sun’s rays finally had a chance to penetrate the dim storage room, filling the room with its sparkling orange light. With great wonder, Leila saw the prince’s shadow cast clearly on the floor; Instead of a man, his shadow was shaped like a fierce dragon.

Leila was gently pulled up by the dark knight. She blinked and shook her head, thinking she had witnessed some kind of illusion. She wanted to get another clear look at the shadow, but the prince had already left her sight.

Crossbreeds are forbidden in the ancient city of King’s Harbor. Leila was almost raped by the chief commander when she was captured and taken to the Royal Garrison, but she was suddenly rescued by a prince with a mysterious dragon shadow...

This book is a collection of wild erotic adventures and fantasies.
Adventures to some and fantasies to others.

Sex is delicious.
No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise.
So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix.
Please be advised, words and scenes can be very, very steamy.