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“You did it yesterday. Heal me again.” Her memory of yesterday was coming back. How could she forget his touch?

“Klishei, I’m sorry. But you will soon drain the power out of me. The full moon will still appear in three days. I have to conserve my power by then.”

“You…what…” Klishei stammered. Her head was already spinning.

Yeseus knelt. “But there is one way where I can make your headaches go away. What you’re feeling is the result of two powers trying to take control over you. The constant takeover has messed with the natural state of your body.”

Half of her was full of questions. However, the other half agreed, as if she had known this fact her entire life.

“And…what is this other way?...” She asked, breathing hard. All she could think about was for the pain to go away.

Yeseus snaked his hand over the front part of her panties. His thumb brushed over her mound. Klishei grunted at the friction of his touch against the cloth.
Not only was her head affected but her vision seemed to be in trouble as well. Yeseus’ irises were glowing silver and blue.

Just when Klishei was catching her breath, Yeseus inserted a finger inside her.

“Oh my gosh!” She shouted.

“Relax, I have not penetrated you yet.” His voice was now a little husky.

As he pulled and pushed his finger, Klishei’s body was arching against him but he pinned her tightly against the couch. Then, his movements gradually picked up.

“Yeseus!”

“That’s right. Scream if you can. That will make you cum faster.”

Thinking she had finally broken free from her family’s violence, Ariana had no choice but to attend the party her father would throw to celebrate the man she had always hated.
The ruthless mafia lord Matteo Donatelli, whom her family had taken under their wing when she was a teenager.

Drunk and clouded Don Matteo Donatelli unknowingly made love to his adopted sister, she couldn't resist him for much longer and succumbed to his devious touch.

Moments later Ariana is Trying to hold back all the anger, emotions and tears when she sees the man who just stole her virginity, recklessly propose in front of the entire family to his outsider American girlfriend Becky Saunders.

So what about her?

What happens when the man she’s suddenly engaged to find out she is pregnant with his enemy’s bastard child?

But things turn surprising when Becky Sunders suddenly slumps on her wedding day!
Read on to find out!

"The contract marriage has expired. You're no longer useful to me," Lucas's cold voice pierced my heart. After three years of devotion, I was nothing but a disposable tool.

Then, he brought her home. Amelia, his cherished true love—and the daughter of the mafia family that slaughtered my parents. She sneered at me, flaunting my mother's stolen sapphire necklace, while Lucas ruthlessly kicked me out, calling me a mere "housekeeper."

My heart shattered entirely, but the tears finally stopped. I signed the divorce papers and walked out into the night.

He thought I was a penniless nobody who would crumble without his wealth. He didn't know my real name was Isabella Sorelli.

When I appeared at a top-tier banquet, flanked by my three wildly protective, billionaire brothers, Lucas's eyes widened in sheer shock. I am the heiress to the city's greatest empire now. You threw me away for a snake, Lucas? Watch me crush her. And when you finally realize what you lost, begging on your knees won't be enough.

A dark, age-gap mafia romance
Camila Rodriguez is a spoiled nineteen-year-old brat with a virgin pussy and a mouth made for sin. When she’s sent to live under the roof of Alejandro Gonzalez; mafia king, cold-blooded killer, and the man who once swore to protect her, she knows exactly what she wants. And it’s not protection.

She wants 'Him'.
His control.
His rules.
His hands gripping her throat while she moans his name.

But Alejandro doesn’t fuck girls like her. He’s dangerous, untouchable and desperately trying to resist the sinful little temptress who sleeps just down the hall in silk and lace.

Too bad Camila doesn’t believe in rules.
Not when she can bend over and make him break every one of them.
And when he finally snaps, he doesn’t just fuck her.
He breaks her.

Hard. Rough. Unforgiving.
Exactly how she wanted it.

To save my dying sister, I provoked James Smith, the city's most dangerous Mafia Don.

I thought it was a simple transaction, but he pinned me against the wall, his fingers tracing my lips as he whispered dangerously, "Sweetie, since you call me your sugar daddy, then fulfill your obligations. Remember, your first time was mine, and you’ll never escape me in this lifetime."

I believed he was a heartless monster until, facing death, he shoved his only gun into my hands and placed his ring around my neck. "Ella, run! Hide and wait for me..."

As his black SUV drifted into the gunfire to draw them away, I was left trembling. Would he make it back alive to claim me again?

She was an S-rank spy — cold, brilliant, unstoppable. Then her own people betrayed her, and she died.
She woke up as the family idiot everyone laughed at.
Scarred face. Malnourished. Dead last in school. Abused by her stepmother, framed by her sister, mocked by the entire campus.
The original owner of this body could take it. She couldn't.
Call her ugly? She formulates her own skincare remedy — and stuns the room.
Call her stupid? Top university presidents come knocking at her door. Legendary doctors beg for her secret formulas. Global superstars chase her down for a collaboration.
All she wanted was a quiet, ordinary life this time around.
Instead, her covers keep blowing, and without even trying, she's climbed back to the top of the world.
Meanwhile, the most mysterious young lord in the city opens her classified file from her past life. A slow smile crosses his face.
"This so-called idiot… is rather interesting."

For years, my life belonged to Marcus. He has mafia ties, a violent temper, and a need to control every single breath I take. I thought he was the ultimate danger—until the anonymous messages started.

Someone is watching me. Someone knows what I’m wearing before I even put it on. Someone is entering my apartment, moving my things, and leaving cameras in the dark.

I was trapped between my boyfriend’s suffocating rage and a nameless stalker, so I ran. I hid in a luxury high-rise with biometric security, determined to reclaim my life.

That is where I met Caius.

My neighbor is everything Marcus isn't. He is gentle. Protective. Steady. When the stalker's messages miraculously follow me into my new sanctuary, Caius is the only one who stands by me. He holds me through my panic attacks and helps me sweep my home for hidden bugs. For the first time in my life, I feel safe.

But peace is a luxury I don't possess.

My ex is hunting me down. The messages are growing more twisted. And as I look closer at the perfect, protective man beside me, a chilling realization sets in.

The stalker didn’t follow me to this building.... He lured me here.

“If anyone’s putting a baby in you, it’s gonna be me, Nolie… with your legs shaking, your lips moaning my name, and my cum dripping down your thighs.” Zorak snarled.
Twelve months ago, Nolie wrapped a cello string around a billionaire heir’s throat and killed him.
To keep it quiet, she was forced to marry the mad son of the Veltrona Syndicate.
Twelve months in hell.
Now her husband’s been killed, and his powerful, twisted family wants her pregnant by his obsessed little brother.
But the man who watched her kill?
The one with golden eyes and a hunger that never left?
He’s back.
Not to save her.
To ruin her.
He wants her mouth on his name.
Her thighs open for his revenge.
Her womb carrying his claim.
Because to him, Nolie isn’t a widow.
She’s his favorite obsession.
And tonight, he’s coming to collect.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

He was supposed to be my stepfather. I was supposed to call him Daddy, instead of baby, my darling, or even my husband. But when my mother was murdered, he suddenly dragged me to the altar to take my mother's place to marry him. As if my mother's murder wasn't shocking enough, I was forced to say I do under his piercing gaze, and even a gun to my ribs. I was scared, and I couldn't refuse. I had to marry a stranger who was supposed to be my stepfather. And worse, I didn't know that my future stepfather, or now my future husband, was a Don. "You'll be safe as long as you use my last name. I'll make sure they won't touch a single hair on your head." "Really? What happened to my mother showed otherwise." "Too bad, Katherine no longer has my last name. And you, you're Fiona Craig now." Life was so strange. In an instant I lost my mother. In an instant I became the wife of the Don, Joshua Craig. And who knows what would happen next. It felt so wrong to us. It felt so wrong to me.

I married Massimo Salvatore, the mafia don, thirty-two times. And divorced him thirty-two times.

Every single time for the same reason—his precious Claudia came back from her overseas treatment facility.

"She took a bullet to the head for me. Any stress could kill her." That was his only explanation.

The first divorce, I trashed the entire living room. He slapped me across the face: "Cut the DRAMA. We'll get back together once she's stable."

The third time, I followed them to the club and caught them kissing. I confronted him—got locked in the basement for seven days.

Sign the papers, take off the ring, pack my bags. Like a nightmare on repeat.

Until the thirty-third time.

A rival family grabbed both me and Claudia. With a gun to his head, he could only save one of us. I looked at him, voice breaking: "Massimo, just this once, pick me."

He walked toward her.

Four hours later, his men found me in some abandoned warehouse. Three broken ribs, blood everywhere. Our baby—gone.

Massimo camped out by Claudia's hospital bed, wouldn't leave her side. Didn't visit me once. Not even when I got discharged.

That's when I was done.

His future is her past, and their love is lost somewhere in between. When her groom arrives at the altar and announces the wedding is canceled, Lucy Buchanan flees into the woods. Hearing well-meaning but unhelpful bridesmaids approaching, she ducks into a stone chamber and emerges on the other side, where she’s about to be trampled by a horse. She’s rescued from danger by Rory Munro, the valiant but troubled son of a wealthy Highland laird. At first convinced that she’s dreaming, Lucy begins to realize that she’s stumbled into 1746 Scotland and must find her way back through what Rory calls the “fairy cairn.” In the meanwhile, she might just be falling in love. Betrayed years ago, Rory is certain he’ll never love again. Then a lost bride awakens the trust in his heart that was broken. If Lucy leaves, she’ll return to a time when his future is her past and their love is lost somewhere between.

I used to be a normal werewolf living in the town, but the only mistake I made when I turned eighteen was attending the mating ritual. Who would"ve thought that I would end up bumping into the cruelest werewolf in history—Aiden Davis?! This guy was famous for his anger issues, and wouldn"t even think twice before directly killing off anyone with his fierce claws! But what was even more terrifying was that this kind of guy chose me as his mate! How could I bear to reject the proposal?! I was simply so terrified to the point of fainting! But why did this cruel monster suddenly become...sweet?

When Dorian Falco’s stepsister and secret lover was found brutally violated in a slum alleyway, the Mafia Don lost his fucking mind.
And he blamed me.
He dragged me into the manor's dungeon, throwing me to a dozen of his most depraved enforcers.
"Whatever Camilla suffered, you'll pay back a thousand times over."
I collapsed on the freezing floor, sobbing as I desperately clutched his pant leg. "I love you! I would never hurt her! Please, Dorian, believe me!"
Dorian only offered his cruelest sneer.
"Jealous that she gets the real thing? Fine. I'll make you filthier than she ever was."
He locked me in that blood-stained cell for seven days and nights.
His thugs, given carte blanche by the Don, whipped me with chains and violated me without restraint. I screamed Dorian's name in the darkness until my throat shredded.
Seven days later, Dorian returned with a recovering Camilla.
He stood outside the heavy iron door, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
"Crawl out here, Saoirse. Get on your knees, kiss Camilla's shoes, and maybe—just maybe—I'll let you live."
Silence. No answer.
Because three days ago, I had already died in that cell.

"Time's up, sir. That's enough."
I've said it so many times I've gone numb to it. In this brothel, I'm nothing but a body with a price tag.
Then an old man froze in the doorway, his eyes reddening. "My God... Miss Isabella, what happened to you?"
Isabella. Somewhere in my shattered memory, that name still carries a weight I can't explain.
"I'm Antonio," he wept. "Alessandro sent me to find you."
A name both familiar and foreign. Salvation—or just the door to a darker room?

" I need a mate. Someone who can live this life with me and can love my son."
Just like the woman standing at the end of the hall. The red complimented her dark mahogany curls and deep brown eyes. She was pretty. All his nannies had been.

Though, as she stood, he felt that primal need rise up in him. It really had been too long since he’d fed. He felt the surge of desire coarse through his body, his pants tightening.

*****Bram's a vampire who finds a child on the streets and decides to bring him back home to live with him.
To make things easier for him between his businesses and learning to take care of a child, he goes in search of a nanny.

Izabella, who he swears won't fall for Bram's charm. She's young, and has decided to devote herself to her religion and demands to wait for marriage before having sex.

When I was ten years old I was sent to The School for Omegas, where I was to be raised until my eighteenth birthday. At this school I would learn how to act and speak the way an Omega is expected to, and then on presentation day I would be chosen by an Alpha to be his mate.

Easy right?

No for me. I can never seem to do things right, and I always felt like there was more to this place than meets the eye. See every year there are a few Omegas that are not chosen, and no one ever sees them again. They just disappear and no one bats an eye.

Now that my prevention day is coming near the questions about the missing Omegas has been plaguing me more and more because I know for sure I will become one of them. That's why I have been planning a way to escape, but when the night comes I stumble upon the dark secrets of this place. A secret that would destroy the school forever. Not only that but there is something pulling me toward it and when I find what it is I have no choice but to take it with me and run.

I didn't expect running to be so hard and when I think I've hit rock bottom and my life is on the line...he comes. He's not exactly a knight in shining armor, but I need his help. I just pray that when this ends the truth doesn't tear everything apart.

The truth can set you free but it can also destroy everything.

After a one night stand, I opened my eyes and found a naked handsome man lying next to me. He was the last Lycan.

According to the rumors, the last Lycan went crazy every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf.

Every pack sent virgins to sacrifice to the last Lycan, and I was the chosen one.

Before he woke up, I escaped quietly.

But it's strange how my wolf became more powerful!

Could sex with a Lycan make me stronger?!

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."

If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell.

When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.

When a mysterious billionaire, Julian Cross, approaches widow Iris Hartwell with a proposition—he knows who killed her husband, and his price is her hand in marriage, she sees a path to justice she never had. She agrees, fully intending to manipulate him into confession while uncovering the truth herself.
But in the sprawling Manhattan penthouse they now share, every clue she unearths points to Julian as the culprit. Security feeds, financial records, testimony from her late husband's associate, the evidence builds a suffocating wall between them. As Iris descends into paranoia, certain he orchestrated her husband's death, Julian grows distant and watchful.
Then her husband calls.
He's alive. Alive and hiding in a safe house outside the city, orchestrated disappearance under way. And Julian wasn't trying to expose the murderer, he was running his own investigation into whether Iris herself had ordered the hit. As both cover stories collapse, Iris and Julian face the wreckage of their deception: two people who married for leverage, both hunting the same ghost, neither able to trust what they've been told.
The real killer still walks free. And they may have just married them.

Vee Vael has built a quiet life as a herbalist in a mountain town, carrying nothing from her past but a silver scar on her wrist and an unexplained dread of the full moon. She believes she is human. She is wrong.

Seven years ago, Vee was the most powerful Luna in pack history. She cursed Kaelon Draeth, the fearsome Alpha she loved, strapping him inside a half beast prison to save him from execution at the hands of corrupt pack elders. The curse cost her everything — her wolf, her memories, and the man she sacrificed it all for.

When Kaelon breaks free and finds her, he does not come with rage. He comes with a truth she cannot outrun. The only way to break what she built is to remember why she built it. Together they must walk through every buried memory while hunted by the same elders who tore them apart.

Vee must choose who she truly is before the elders erase her permanently. And Kaelon must decide whether the woman standing before him is still the Luna his wolf never stopped howling for.

No one remembers who owned Locker 313. At Blackwood Academy, students pretend it doesn’t exist. But when scholarship student Aria Vale is forced to use the abandoned locker, she finds an old voice recording exposing a classmate’s darkest secret… and predicting their murder. The prediction comes true. As more recordings appear, each revealing another victim before they die, Aria is pulled into a decades-old conspiracy powerful enough to destroy the academy. Then the next recording begins with two chilling words: “Hello, Aria.”

Hollow Crest was supposed to die.
The mines were running dry. The furnaces were failing. Half the population wanted to flee before Deep Winter arrived.
Then Mayor Edric Hale collapsed in his chambers...
...and Marcus Vale woke up in his body.
Armed with the memories of a modern engineer and trapped inside a dying frontier settlement surrounded by snow, political corruption, and starving citizens, Marcus quickly realizes something terrifying:
Hollow Crest's collapse was never natural.
The town's ancient foundations are failing. Trade between the northern settlements is breaking apart. And beneath the mountain, something long buried is beginning to wake.
Now Marcus must rebuild Hollow Crest before winter destroys it completely.
One problem.
The council wants him gone.
The neighboring towns are waiting to seize the mines.
And the mechanic accused of causing the furnace explosion may be the only person who knows what is really happening beneath the mountain.

Melisa returns to her hometown of Greenville and reunites with her childhood friend, Jack Louis.

Jack is one of the most terrifying legends whose life story has become an urban legend in the Appalachian Mountains region. He was the sole survivor of a tragic massacre perpetrated by his uncle that killed his aunt and his two cousins.

Melisa falls in love with Jack who is quiet, cold, mysterious and expressionless. In order to try to get Jack's attention and love, she is willing to take terrible risks that could threaten her life due to the terrible power that Jack Louis has.

I ripped out half my heart for him.

Literally.

Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.

After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.

But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.

Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.

It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.

And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.

-WARNING-This story may contain content that some may find disturbing.

“If you can’t satisfy me with your mouth, then you’ll have to satisfy me some other way.”

He ripped off her flimsy clothing and tossed the shredded fabric aside. Visenya panicked as she realized exactly what he was implying.

“Let me try again…with my mouth. I think I c...”

“Quiet!” His voice echoed off the walls of his bedchamber, silencing her on the spot.

This wasn’t the way she had imagined her first time would be. She pictured passionate kisses and gentle caresses from a man who loved and cherished her. Lucian wouldn’t be loving, and he certainly didn’t cherish her either. She had been cursed with a mate who was bent on revenge, wanting nothing more than to watch her suffer.


Ten years had passed since Dragons ruled over the world…since Visenya took her place as Lycan Queen. Vampires were forced into the shadows now that hunting and enslaving humans was punishable by death. The world was finally at peace…until Dragon Lord, Lucian woke from his induced sleep to discover that his entire race had been massacred by Visenya’s father. Visenya is stripped of her kingdom and forced to live out the rest of her days as Lucian’s slave. The cruelest joke of all is, Visenya learns that the mate she has been so faithfully waiting for all these years, is none other than the vengeful Dragon Lord himself.

Consumed by their hatred for each other, is it enough to fight the intense mate bond between them? Will Lucian push Visenya to her absolute limit, just to regret it all in the end?

"12 hours before this full moon ends. You'll make the last Lycan take your virginity"
"12 hours? What happens if I can't?"
"You'll die."
The last Lycan went crazily every full moon. He could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin werewolf. I was the chosen virgin. Surprisingly, sleeping with the Devil made me stronger.

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."
If the last Lycan was the Devil, I thought I might want to go to hell.

When I rescued the last Lycan from his cage, I never thought that one day, I would be put into a cage by him.

When you give up your dream job for an abandoned baby at your doorstep,
Five years later, a mysterious billionaire sends you to the police station?!
Him: How dare you steal my daughter?!
Turns out, his daughter and your adopted girl are twins?
And now, you're forced to move into his mansion...

I was captured by the one man I should fear most.

Commander Ruel is the Alpha King’s deadliest weapon. A war-forged Alpha feared by armies and obeyed by thousands. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

The moment his hand touches mine, everything changes.

He says I'm his prisoner, yet he keeps me chained beside his bed every night.

He says he doesn't want me, yet his wolf growls whenever another man gets too close.

Every day he fights the mate bond.

Every night he comes back to me anyway.

The man who shows mercy to no one becomes terrifyingly protective when it comes to me.

What neither of us expected is the truth hidden in my blood.

He was raised to destroy my kind.

I might be the last of them.

Now a kingdom wants me dead, a traitor wants his throne, and the only man capable of protecting me is the Alpha whose touch feels dangerously like home.

But if Ruel discovers what I truly am, he may become the one thing I can never survive.

Darius swore that he would come back for revenge after the Hunters wiped out his entire family, and he meant it.
on Mika's eighteenth birthday, it was meant to be as usual, a frustrating day. That was Until he came.
it was meant to be easy. come in, wipe them out and leave. he was not expecting to find his mate among the people that took his own.
torn with the need to procreate to preserve his kind and the hate he feels for her kind. the love between them seems unlikely.

The Unsung War Correspondent Georgiana Parker witnessed bloody massacres on the battlefields of Syria, where she fell in love with Michael Hall, the soldier who saved her life. Together, they worked to expose the terrorists' atrocities to the international community. Just as their comradeship was about to blossom into romance, they faced the terrorists' most brutal retaliation.
A close-range explosion nearly cost Michael his hearing and destroyed his promising career as a senior military officer. Georgiana only regained her sight through corneal reconstruction surgery.
When these two young people, scarred by war, met again, everything had changed.
Georgiana's photographs became powerful evidence in identifying the terrorist organization, and she shot to fame in the journalism industry. Michael, the former military officer, had been reduced to working as a humble security guard.
"Michael, I've finally found you!"
"Ma'am, you've got the wrong person."
"How could that be? I could never forget those steel-gray eyes of yours."

He’s the last of his kind. The king in a world where no one bows. The predator in a city full of prey. And he says I belong to him.

I thought I could ruin him.
I thought knowing his secret, that the city’s beloved billionaire is actually the ruthless mafia king in the shadows meant I had power over him.

But I was wrong.

Because Leander Vekaris doesn’t just want to silence me.
He wants to break me.
Strip me.
Claim me.

He says my bloodline is the only one that can save his dying race. That I was born to bear his heir, to carry his mark.
That he’s waited too long to let a weak little human like me say no.

And every time he touches me—every cruel word, every brutal kiss, every whispered promise to ruin me if I run—
…I started to believe him.

Because under his cruelty, there’s something else in his eyes.
Something dark and dangerous… but desperate too.
Like maybe he hates needing me as much as I hate needing him.
And maybe…
I’ll let him destroy me anyway.

Even if loving a monster like him might cost me everything.

“You are to marry the king, Rinoa.” Those words from my father changed my life.

Cillian was my world — the reason my sun set and the flowers bloomed. But our twisted fate was cruel and unfair.

On the verge of his death, I asked the Gods to trade places with him, to let me die in his stead.
I’m cursed to meet Cillian in every lifetime. In the last one, if he doesn’t remember me, I’ll turn into foam — fading away, forgotten, gone.

In my final life, he was my boss — arrogant, ruthless, and cold. But this time, I’m no longer the woman he once deserved.
I plan to live my life away from the chains of our forgotten love.
But fate is never kind. He needs me more than ever.

Should I risk it all again just to call him mine?
Should I set myself on fire only to feel his warmth?

Time was never my ally.
And I stand at the edge — torn between loving him again or finally being free.

Can our love endure the viciousness of history and time?
I have to choose… even if it means losing it all, or finally letting him go.

I married a rapist.
After the wedding, I played the perfect wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep, and reapplied it before he woke up.
My husband loved showing off on his livestream, bragging that women should know their place.
One viewer sent a warning in the chat:
[Run, man. Only vengeful spirits do their makeup in the middle of the night—when their resentment is strongest, the makeup lasts longer!]
I covered my face and grinned wickedly.
Oops, forgot concealer. My corpse marks are showing.

Noah Carter doesn’t lose control.

Captain of Ridgeway University’s team.
Disciplined. Admired. Untouchable.

Until Elias Moore.

Soft skirts. Sharp eyes. Unapologetically visible.

What starts as a glance turns into a secret.
What should have been one mistake becomes an addiction.

Noah tells himself it’s temporary.
Elias knows better.

Because desire doesn’t disappear just because you refuse to name it.

And when reputation collides with need, someone will have to choose what matters more — the life they built, or the truth they can’t outrun.

Some mistakes burn.

Some demand to be claimed.

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

I survived 100 underground death matches just to keep my brother alive.
My reward? A rusted coffee can holding his ashes.
When I knelt in the pouring rain, desperately scraping his ash out of the black mud, Cassian—the mafia boss I'd bled for ten years—kicked the can away.
He pulled a gun and pressed it to my head. All because his innocent fiancée felt "scared" by my look.
"Apologize to her," he commanded.
Looking at the gun I had engraved with his name years ago, I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I just laughed.
Clutching the battered, empty tin can to my chest, I turned and stepped off the cliff into the raging Black Sea.
Only then did the great Cassian panic, his desperate screams swallowed by the dark waves.

I'm a siren. Every fifty years, I need to eat a heart. Not just any heart—it has to be rotten to the core. The more evil, the better it feeds.
So when Arthur Pendleton, billionaire marine philanthropist and secret trafficking kingpin, spotted a helpless blind girl sitting alone at his charity gala, he thought he'd hit the jackpot.
He took me to his cliffside villa. Cooked me dinner. Drugged my milk.
Cute.
The drugs broke down the second they hit my stomach. His guard found out about the restraints the hard way—right before I snapped his neck.
Now Arthur is steering his yacht into open water, chasing a sunken treasure that doesn't exist, too drunk on greed to notice the strange singing in the fog, or that the blind girl in his passenger seat can see him perfectly fine.
He has no idea what's waiting in the deep.

When Alora Marino gets involved in the mafia after making one fateful decision, her bland and ordinary life changes completely.
She rescues the younger brother of a mafia Don, Dante Bellini, and soon after finds herself stuck in a dangerous game.
Torn between her vows as a nurse and the seducing figure of Dante, Alora lives in a mix of dangerous surroundings where new enemies seem to rise everyday.
As threats increase, Alora’s choices will not only impact her, but also the people she cares about. Will Alora make the tough choice between love and loyalty? Or will she run for the hills to save herself?

In a city where vampires are Billionaires and werewolves are the Mafia, a new predator is about to break the rules."
​Noctaria, 2026. A neon-drenched metropolis ruled by the elite Draven Billionaire Dynasty. To save his dying father, Eric Vance makes a lethal deal, selling his freedom to the most dangerous woman in the city: Catherine Draven, the icy vampire heiress.
​But a single night of blood changes everything.
​After a double-bite from a Royal Vampire and a Mafia Alpha, Eric awakens a forbidden power: the Progenitor Bloodline. Guided by Eunice, a sentient artifact with a leveling system, Eric becomes the world’s first Hybrid. Now, he must play a deadly game of infiltration.
​By day, he is Catherine’s obedient servant, caught in a toxic, soul-burning attraction. By night, he is the Shadow King, uniting the werewolf gangs to dismantle the empire from within.
​With the strength of a god and a hunger for vengeance, Eric will realize that in a world of monsters, the only way to protect his own is to become the greatest monster of them all.
​He was their prey. Now, he is their extinction.

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

Echo never asked to be powerful. She never asked to be hunted. And she definitely never asked to be tethered to Nicholaus—the cold, controlled, terrifyingly gentle heir to a cursed vampire throne. But the day she unleashes her full elemental magic, the tether between them ignites… and so does everything fate has been waiting for.

An ancient seer reveals the truth witches have killed to hide:

“The last king was cursed for failing to love a witch.
Now the new king must love completely for the curse to break.
The lock shatters when the Last Elementi accepts her fate…
And binds, marks, and mates her king.”

Echo is the key.
Nicholaus is the lock.
And the witches would rather drag the world into darkness than let the prophecy unfold.
Now Echo must choose who she becomes—a weapon, a queen, or the girl who finally stops running.
But some truths cut deeper than any spell. Especially when Nicholaus holds her trembling body against his and whispers:

“If the cost of breaking the curse is your life…then I choose the curse.”
Nothing prepared her for the way he looks at her. And nothing can stop what’s coming.
Fate is awakening and so is she.

Phoenix Kade grew up in the Shatterlands, a place where mutants hunt the living and hope dies fast. He should have died too. The First World’s nuclear apocalypse was supposed to wipe out every human outside the Celestial Marches. Yet Ashen survived, and the secret behind that survival is something the gods never wanted uncovered.

When a band of mercenaries drags him into their fight, Ashen is thrown into a world filled with Netherborn monsters, metahuman killers, and the warring powers of Solmir Peak and the Voidspire. Determined to rise above the ruins of his birth, he claws his way into Aurion’s Gate, the shining capital of the Celestial Marches, protected by the Temple of the Skyfather.

The city is paradise on the surface. In truth, its light hides corruption deeper than anything in the wastes.

Phoenix endures brutal training, becomes a junior demon hunter, and finally earns a place in a world that hates him. Then the real chaos begins. The Nullstar Sect, the Red Covenant, and agents of the Voidspire all strike from the shadows. War erupts between the Celestial Marches and the Shatterlands, and Lord Vaelen Stroud seizes control of the holy armies.

Phoenix must choose who he is. A weapon of the Marches, or a son of the Shatterlands.

Broken but unyielding, he returns home and builds Evergreen Bastion, a last haven for anyone the gods left behind. But Aurion’s Gate wants the Shatterlands crushed before they rise again, and the armies of the Radiant Concord are already marching.

Phoenix Kade will stand alone if he must.

Against gods. Against monsters. Against fate itself.

Because the Shatterlands are done kneeling.

I thought I had it all—married to Darius Levine, the perfect husband in everyone’s eyes. But behind closed doors, betrayal and lies tore us apart.
When I finally had enough, I fought back.
Divorce was just the beginning.
Secrets, revenge, and power became my new weapons, and as Darius crumbled, I rose stronger than ever.
But in the end, I learned the hard way—nothing is ever what it seems.

I thought I had finally married for love, that I had become the most cherished woman of a Mafia godfather.
Until I discovered the real reason he chose me in the first place.
For three years, Marcello Giovanni treated me as the most precious woman in the world.
Until the day I stumbled upon a hidden room, filled with hundreds of photographs—and every single woman in those photos looked exactly like me.
Then, I heard his underboss whisper:
"Boss said her eyes look just like Miss Camilla's."
I thought that even without real love, I could still keep living.
But I was wrong.
The moment Camilla came back from the dead, Marcello chose her without a single moment's hesitation.
And I was forced to jump into the ocean...

“Your pussy is dripping, begging for me to use it.” He whispered, his deep and sexy voice sending my whole body on fire. His fingers brushed over my clit, slowly down my entrance.

“Fuck, you are so damn tight.” He muttered, sliding two fingers in and began finger-fucking me.

“Please,” I breathed, needing more.


After being kicked out of the house by her parents and rejected by the man who got her pregnant. Abigail was left on the street which led to the loss of her baby.

But what she never expected was being kidnapped by the same man who killed her father. The ruthless and mafia Don, who the rumours has it that he doesn't have a heart. He radiates danger but couldn't bring herself to hate him.

Will she survive his obsession or will she be destroyed by it?

When Alcee Mariani turns twenty-one, she knows her time is up. Her family has arranged her marriage from the time she was twelve to the future Don of the Lozano family, Torquato "The Grizzly" Lozano. He's rumored to be cold, cruel and heartless and he's a full ten years older than she is.
Selling her virginity online is a surefire way to make sure The Grizzly cancels the agreement and when she lets her father know she's sold it to the highest bidder and never got his real name, the contract is ended but so is her association with her own family.
Six years later she is no longer the treasured principessa of the Mariani family, but the single-mother to a five-year old boy who bears an uncanny resemblance to the man to whom she sold her innocence.
Torquato Lozano has searched for the woman who left him high and dry after an incredible night of passion nearly six years ago. When he stumbles across her in a newly purchased company working as an IT tech, he's stunned to find out she's the woman his family arranged him to marry so many years before. A perusal of her file tells him she didn't leave their rendezvous all those nights ago empty handed. Her little boy is the spitting image of him, right down to his massive size.
When Alcee's family realize they are losing out on a lucrative financial alliance they should have been part of, it starts a war. With enemies appearing at every corner, Alcee and Torquato will need to let the past go and work together to keep their son alive. Their passion will reignite as they strive to keep their family safe and forge a new power to take over the New York criminal underworld.

Billionaire by day. Mafia don by blood.

Lorenzo Valenti rules the city through power, fear, and absolute control. He never loses command until Aurora Hale crosses his path. A brilliant surgical intern with a buried past, Aurora makes a reckless bargain when her brother is trapped in the Valenti syndicate: herself in exchange for his life.

Lorenzo accepts,but he doesn’t want loyalty. He wants submission.

Pulled into a world of dark luxury and forbidden desire, Aurora discovers she may be the only woman capable of destroying the king of the underworld or saving him.

Dangerous passion, deadly secrets. A love that could start a war.