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“What are you going to do with him? Take him back???" Brion demanded, his gaze incredulous. "Take him back?" I scoffed, a smirk coming over my face as I stared at the picture in my hand. "I have no plans to do that, BRION. I want him to fall for me, then push him down like he did to me. I want to make him feel the pain I passed through in his hands." I got to my feet and threw the picture on the floor. "It's time he dances to the tune of his music," I gritted out as I stomped hard on the picture. *** A loveless marriage wasn't part of Nova's plans for the future, but a one-night stand with a stranger changed her life forever. Bound to a man, who only saw her as a means to an end, Nova tried to salvage the relationship. However, things spiralled out of control with the return of his ex-girlfriend, and first love, and the realization that Nova was pregnant. Her life was threatened, but she survived with the help of her secret admirer, who took care of her for five years until she was ready to stand on her feet. However, a business deal took her back to the country she left years ago. With her return, Nova was ready to prove to the world that she didn't need her ex-husband by her side, but Dashiell was desperate. Knowing how much he loved her, he was reluctant to let go. But Nova wasn't ready to take him back, not until she had made him experience the heartache of those years ago.

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

After I retired, I was willing to do the dirtiest work at a small auto repair shop—just to give my sick daughter an ordinary childhood.
I endured my mother’s insults, my eldest brother’s wage cuts, my younger brother’s extortion.
But they actually joined forces to steal my daughter’s life-saving money for gambling, then sold me into an illegal mine to pay off their debts.
When the iron chain locked around my wrist, when my daughter cried in despair, the killing intent that had slept in my blood for three years finally woke up completely.
They had no idea I was once the iron-blooded God of War—commander of a million troops, the name that made enemy nations tremble.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

Starla and Luna, an inseparable pair of friends, decided to take a vacation to Seoul, South Korea. There, Starla accidentally met a charismatic Korean man named Kim Ha-neul. This encounter led to a connection between them, eventually leading to them becoming a couple.

As time passed, Starla, a novelist, became busy with various activities after her novel became a bestseller. Unfortunately, this happened when Kim Ha-neul visited London to meet her, resulting in them rarely seeing each other. However, Starla asked Luna to accompany Ha-neul and show him around London.

With the intention of helping her friend, Luna ended up falling in love with Starla's boyfriend. She realized that this feeling would hurt the woman she cared about, but on the other hand, it was challenging for her to dismiss this emotion.

How will the love relationship between Starla and Ha-neul unfold? Can Luna eventually sets aside her feelings for the sake of Starla? Follow their love triangle in the story titled "Starry Seoul"!

He wandered the world like a lost soul, wanting to die but unable to.
He killed the only girl who had sincerely accepted him, loneliness was his punishment.
He drifted aimlessly, gradually forgetting the taste of food, beginning to savor the beauty of drinking blood,
No longer caring about the disdainful and fearful looks from people, no longer caring about anything at all,
But no matter how hard he tried to forget,
The regret from years ago could never be shaken off, following him like a shadow,
Just when he thought he might go mad from extreme loneliness,
He met a girl,
Her eyes resembled those of the girl in his deep memories,
When she boldly stabbed a silver sword into his chest while on the bed,
He didn't know whether he would fall into hell, or into a river of love...

He is my master, I am his slave, his son my lover.

Set in a fictional historical world, Grand Duke of Wynthorpe, Lucian Blackwell unexpectedly purchases Sarang, a lunari slave, to serve as companion for his son, Nathaniel. Overtime, Lucian and Nathaniel develop deep, conflicting emotions for him. While Nathaniel seeks to free him, Lucian's growing attachment complicates the relationships between the three.

Caught in a tense emotional triangle, Sarang is torn between his loyalty to Lucian and his blossoming romance with Nathaniel. As boundaries between servitude and freedom blur, Sarang must navigate a world where love, power, and desire clash.

Two things matter in my captor’s twisted world of crime…Power and money.
He stole me to gain both.

He’s a coldhearted monster with a reputation for violence.
So how can his touch make me ache with such need?

I refuse his proposal of marriage, of course.
But Anthony Rodriguez didn’t break in to listen to reason.
He’s going to make me his mafia bride.

Whether I want to or not.

I’m the Russian Mafia princess who caught the eye of the enemy.

Being kidnapped is nothing but business.
My dad is going to hunt this ruthless animal down.

That’s what I should be rooting for…

I should hate Anthony Rodriguez.
But when the corded muscles of his tattooed arms pull me in,
I feel safer than I ever have.

He watches me through the security cameras 24/7.
I find power in giving him something to look at.

My entire life has been controlled by my dad. But he is a dangerous stranger in my bed, clamping a rough hand over my mouth and warning me to stay silent.

I don’t know why my father stole from the American mafia when he has everything. And my terrifying intruder doesn’t care about the reason.

He just wants to claim a debt from my quivering body. But under his command and sheets, I’m discovering a new strength. I’m becoming this man's undoing.

Despite being trapped, at his mercy, and stolen from my family…
I might never want to leave my place stationed under him.

‘Kidnapped by my ruthless fiance’ is an enemies-to-lovers, Stockholm syndrome, cartel mafia romance.

（Do not open this novel lightly, or you will become so engrossed that you won't be able to stop reading for three days and nights...）
Alia never dreamed that she would have a flash marriage with a man she had only met twice!
On their wedding night, she was pinned down and dominated by him.
The next day, the man transformed into the CEO of the company where she was interning.
Not only that, but he was also the next heir to the Mafia... "The Black Prince"!

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

When a baby unites two worlds, and a contract blossoms into love.

Monica , a mistreated Omega at the hands of her stepbrother, faces judgment and abandonment from her Alpha mate, Conrad. Seeking solace, she turns to the Governor, finding refuge from the nightmares of her past. Together, they embark on a vengeful mission to make Conrad pay for the pain he caused and seek justice for the Governor's deceased wife. Monica devises a plan to seduce Conrad and earn his trust, but the question remains: will her love triumph? Can she truly make him suffer and face his demise?

As a shocking revelation unfolds, Monica's world is turned upside down, forcing her to question her choices and decisions.

"Play the perfect wife. Take the cash. Walk away ruined."

The rules of my two-year marriage contract with billionaire Silas Rutherford were simple.
Until he found the video that proved I killed his late wife.

Now, he doesn't want a contract. He wants revenge.
And the price for my survival? Becoming the bedwarmer to a man who vows to destroy me.

He thinks he’s punishing a murderer. He doesn't know I'm protecting the real killer—or that the child growing inside me is his.

"Do you think you can walk into my bed, throw your body, and virginity to me as a distraction—steal from me, and get away with it?"
"Pl-please let me go, sir. I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anything about any chip. I'm begging you," Olivia cried painfully.
Nero's hand left her hair and came to wrap around her slender, fair neck. 
He remembered peppering lots of kisses on this swanlike neck but would not hesitate to snap it if she continued in her attempt to fool him.
"Think very carefully about the next answer you're going to give me, because I would snap your fragile neck like a fucking twig if it's not satisfactory to me."


Olivia crossed paths with the ruthless mafia boss, Nero, on the day she planned to elope with her boyfriend, after her mother forced her to join the convent. She had no idea that she had left with more than his jacket. 
She escaped with a chip that contained the secrets of his business empire and his heir in her womb. Olivia is kidnapped and taken to Italy and into a world she never imagined... filled with danger, betrayal, lies, and death. 
Truths become lies and lies become the only true thing in the world of and Nero. 
Will love and trust ever be enough when survival and truth is paramount?

"First time?" She kept silent, continued what she was doing, and suddenly — I tore her undies.
I kissed his lips down to her neck because my mouth traced them. I synchronized the insertion of my finger in her vulva; my tongue started to fight with her tongue and play in her hot saliva.
Her growl sent shivers down my spine, the reason for me to burst. "Please,” she begged. I can't help it. She is determined to give her virginity to a mere stranger.
"Psh.” Then, as I entered her private hole, the heat engulfed me.
"Fvck. You’re so tight."


I know who you are and what you have planned. I’ll marry you so I can clean my tarnish name. Regardless of all these, what acceptance would you bestow upon my little mysteries?

His words were creating a pool of lust and desire in my scolding core, and I longed for his threats to become reality. I bit back my moan, massaging his tight behind with my hands while he kissed my heated skin.
"How bad is this? For your job?" He groaned, still not making any effort to stop.
"Bad. You're my student." He pulled back, and I thought for a moment he might have come to his senses, but then I felt the tug of my t-shirt up my body. It was so hot, so forbidden, that I just couldn't stop. I wanted it just as badly as he did. I wanted to be naughty.
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Jennifer is a Senior Economics student at MU who considers herself to be quite the introvert. So what happens when she meets a handsome tattooed man at the bar, takes him to her bed, and then falls in love? What about when she discovers that he's actually her Art Professor? Follow this forbidden love story between Jen and Joel, two very different people who learn to grow both individually and as a pair.

WARNING! THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES AND CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND VIOLENCE.

"Exclusive clause. Party B will be unable to participate in sexual affairs of any kind, private or public." He read off, before looking back at me. "You're asking me to never have sex again." "You could still, you know…" I cleared my throat. "Pleasure yourself....................... Alexandra Templeton, or Allie for short, is a twenty-five-year-old heiress to her dad's multi-billion dollar enterprise, and life couldn't be better. She owns all of the latest fashions, only eats at the nicest restaurants, and even gets invited to celebrity parties! She is the princess of But there is one thing she doesn't have: a man. Her old-fashion father demanded she has a husband. A perfect solution! She could pay an attractive man to pretend to be in love with her, and even impregnate her with just a little contract. Will this man accept her contract? Will they fall in love?
This story is for mature audiences and contains graphic depictions of sex and violence.

Nightmares and horrific visions haunt Adelmo, a beardy bookseller. He must now start an investigation into his past to uncover the secrets that his family so desperately tried to shield from him when he was young. Why had his parents passed away in an accident when he was 10 years old? The discovery of old journals, belonging to Adelmo’s ancestors, takes him on a journey to his home country of Romania where his grandfather and the explanation he has been so desperately searching for await him. Adelmo will do whatever it takes to survive, but how long will he be able to keep up with the supernatural spiral that life pulls him in?

In "The Rapture's Fury," we are thrust into a world on the precipice of unimaginable change. The signs of the apocalypse are undeniable, and as global chaos escalates, a diverse group of individuals finds their lives intertwined by fate and faith. Sarah, our protagonist, a woman haunted by past trauma, is thrust into a perilous journey when she stumbles upon an ancient prophecy foretelling the second coming of Christ. Her quest for understanding leads her to a clandestine society known as the Covenant, a group dedicated to deciphering biblical codes and preparing for the inevitable. This introduction is meant to lay the groundwork for what unfolds in the following chapters, setting the stage for a high-stakes race against time as the characters confront not only the escalating natural disasters and global conflict but also the insidious machinations of a shadowy organization. This organization, with ties to an ancient evil, seeks to exploit the chaos and prevent the Rapture, aiming to seize power in the ensuing anarchy. What follows is a gripping tale of survival, faith, and the ultimate battle between good and evil. The characters within "The Rapture's Fury" will face incredible challenges that test the limits of their faith. They will confront both physical dangers and spiritual battles, navigating a world consumed by darkness while clinging to the promise of light.

[...] “Listen carefully to my words… If you want this pretty ass of yours to be marked by my fingers, you should be respectful and say only yes, sir.”
His other hand finally returns to my ass, but not in the way I’d like.
“I’m not going to repeat myself… do you understand?” Mr. Pollock asks, but he’s squeezing my throat, and I can’t answer him.
He’s stealing my breath, and all I can do is nod helplessly, listening to his sigh.
“What did I just say?” He squeezes a little tighter, making me gasp. “Hum?”
“Y- Yes, sir.” My voice comes out strangled while I rub myself against the bulge in his pants, making the chain of the clamp stretch and pinch my clit a little harder.
“Good girl.” [...]
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By day, Victoria is a successful manager known as the Iron Lady. By night, she's a submissive famous in the BDSM world for not liking to submit.
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With her boss's retirement, Victoria was confident she would be promoted. However, when his nephew is assigned the new CEO, her dream is shattered, and she's forced to work directly under the command of this arrogant, irresistibly seductive man…
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ㅤVictoria just didn't expect that her new boss also had another identity… A Dom known for teaching the way of a perfect submissive, and with no problem exposing his kinky side — unlike her, who had kept this secret by lock and key…
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ㅤAt least, that's what she's been doing all this time... until Abraham Pollock came into her life and put both of her worlds upside down.
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+18 READERS ONLY • BDSM

She wanted freedom...
They turned her into a weapon.

At the age of fifteen, Marina’s mother was murdered alongside the most powerful Don in the Sicilian mafia, before the wedding could even happen.
Now, almost six years later, just weeks before her 21st birthday, she’s ready to run.
From the rules.
From the blood.
From the Romano Famiglia—the only home she’s ever really known, and the cage she’s always wanted to escape.

But her “stepbrothers” have other plans.
Cesare, cold and calculating, the mafia’s right hand and loyal only to the throne.
And Matteo, the youngest, wild-eyed with a manic smile and a taste for blood.
They give her one job: seduce the enemy, earn his trust, and uncover what he’s hiding.
Her target? Enzo Bianchi, the second son of their enemy famiglia — a man as dangerous as he is captivating.

One deal.
One month.
One enemy to seduce.

But in the criminal underworld, playing with hearts always comes with a price.

And Marina is about to learn the hardest truth of all:
Freedom was never part of the plan.
Not when two demons guard the way out.

Ad Finem Fidelis.
Loyal until the end, even if she never had a choice.

I groan, leaning my body over his, resting my forehead against his shoulder.
“Ride me, Angel.” He commands, panting, guiding my hips.
“Put it in me, please…” I beg, biting his shoulder, trying to control the pleasurable sensation that's taking over my body more intensely than any orgasm I have felt alone. He's just rubbing his dick on me, and the sensation is better than any I've been able to provide on my own.
“Shut up.” He says hoarsely, digging his finger even harder into my hips, guiding the way I ride on his lap quickly, sliding my wet entrance and causing my clit to rub against his hard-on.
“Hah, Julian…” His name escapes with a loud moan, and he lifts my hips with extreme ease and pulls me down again, making a hollow sound that makes me bite my lips. I could feel how the tip of his dick dangerously met my entrance…

Angelee decides to free herself and do whatever she wants, including losing her virginity after catching her boyfriend of four years sleeping with her best friend in his apartment. But who could be the best choice, if not her father's best friend, a successful man and a convicted bachelor?

Julian is used to having flings and one-night stands. More than that, he has never been committed to anyone, or had his heart won over. And that would make him the best candidate… if he were willing to accept Angelee's request. However, she's determined to convince him, even if it means seducing him and messing with his head completely. … “Angelee?” He looks at me confused, maybe my expression is confused. But I just open my lips, saying slowly, “Julian, I want you to fuck me.”
Rating: 18+

Charlotte has been married to the love of her life for ten years, but living with him was nothing but misery.

When the patriarch of the Houghton family decided that his grandson would marry the last living Sinclair, Charlotte was happy. Her feelings for Christopher were thicker than blood and as deep as an obsession, so she held him tight and chained him to herself.

But there’s nothing Christopher Houghton hates more than his wife.

For all these years, they had hurt each other in a dance of love, hate, and revenge — until Charlotte had enough and ended it all.

On her deathbed, Charlotte swears that if she were given the chance to do things right, she would go back in time and divorce her husband.

This time, she’ll finally let Christopher go…
But will he allow it?


"My cock pulses again, and I take a sharp breath, feeling my innards twist with a strange desire that’s unknown to me.
Leaning against my room door, I feel the coolness of the wood through my shirt, but nothing can soothe this desire; each part of me shudders with the need for relief.
I look down, seeing the huge bulge marking the sweatpants...

“It can’t be…” I close my eyes tightly again and lean my head back against the door, “Hey, it’s Charlotte… why are you getting hard?”
She’s the woman I swore I’d never touch or love, the one who became a symbol of resentment for me. "

It would be beyond shameful… I slept with my sister's fiancé on the very day my husband died.
"Tell me, princess." Matt shoves my panties aside, sliding a finger inside, and I gasp. "How long you've been wishing for my dick?"
"Just get this over with. I need to get out of here," I say flatly.
In an instant, he bends me over, forcing my back to arch. He shoves my panties aside roughly, like my words have fueled his rage.
His hand wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly as he slams into me without warning.
"God—!" A loud gasp tears through the room, and I try to fight it but it is too late.
Pain and pleasure explode hot between my legs.
I hate how my walls clench around him—like they want more.
"Greedy cunt." He smacks my ass hard. "Look how it swallows my dick."
He pulls back, then drives into me once more, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing through the room.
"I can tell from the way your pussy swallows my dick… so hungry for more."
I shake my head, teeth gritting. "Go to hell—"
"Hmmm." He pauses for just a second before ramming into me again, his rhythm increasing. "I wish I could go to hell, princess… but as it stands, I'm going nowhere but inside this pussy."
"Now tell me how this dick feels inside you," he murmurs.
"Doesn't feel good," I lie, knowing it will rile him up.
But this time, the bait doesn't work.
Matt just laughs.
He slaps my ass twice in quick succession, each smack loud enough to make my eyes water.
Then he starts driving into me faster—brutal, punishing strokes that make my thighs tremble and my knees buckle.
"Beg for it… your sister Daisy begs for it every time I fuck her."
Jealousy fills my chest instantly. "Well, too bad I'm not Daisy. I'm Ashley," I bite back.
"Oh, I know exactly who you are," he says coldly. "Daisy's replacement. Nothing else."
"Just shut up and fuck me." I grit out, rage and jealousy rising in my chest.


At twenty-one, Ashley Knowles is forced into an arranged lavender marriage with the most feared biker president in California.
Twenty-four hours later, she's a widow.
Thrust into the ruthless world of the Sons of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Ashley inherits an empire of oil rigs, ranches, illegal dealings, and blood-soaked power she never wanted. But the club brothers don't bow to outsiders—especially not a girl who knows nothing about their world.
Three dangerous men circle her like wolves:
Matt —her dead sister's fiancé blames Ashley for the death of his fiancée and wants brutal personal revenge. He'll break her body to heal his grief.
Bran —her scarred brother-in-law craves slow, psychological payback for the high-school sin that scarred him forever and ruined his life. He'll take her body piece by piece until there's nothing left.
Ripper —the Vice President, protects her with fierce loyalty no one understands… but his devotion comes with secrets that could destroy them all.
Caught between these three men, Ashley must find a way to protect herself, because the Sons of Chaos don't share.