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"Where is my son?"
My husband wouldn't look at me.
I had just come out of anesthesia. The bassinet next to my hospital bed was empty — except for a stack of cash, a christening card, and a ring pinned to the corner of the card.
The card had another woman's name in the godmother box.
That woman walked in behind my husband. She picked up the ring and slid it onto her own finger.
"He's safe, sweetheart. We've been talking about this for months."
My husband is Damiano Marchetti. He runs the family that runs this city. The woman wearing the ring is his father's young widow.
The baby on that card is my son.
For four years now I have been the woman this house pretends not to see. The wife told to use the servants' entrance. The mother of a boy who calls another woman Mommy.
Last night I asked my husband for a divorce.
He laughed in my face.
He has no idea how much that's going to cost him.

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

It was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones.
In my past life, I was locked in the abandoned freezer beneath St. Jude Preparatory Academy.
Outside the door stood my biological brother Spencer, along with Landon—my boyfriend of three years. And between them, wearing Landon's oversized football jacket, was my stepsister Lacey.
"Blythe, just admit you bullied me. Post an apology video to the whole school, and Spencer will let you out." Lacey's voice trembled, fake tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Spencer's voice cut through the metal door like ice:
"Blythe, you brought this on yourself. You've been terrorizing Lacey at school, pushed her to the edge. Maybe some time in there will teach you what decency looks like."
Landon's voice dripped with disappointment: "Jesus, Blythe. I thought I knew you. This isn't who you are."
I pounded on the iron door until my fists were raw, screaming until my voice gave out.
I told them the truth—that I never touched Lacey. That she was the one forcing girls to their knees in the bathroom. That she stole my exam. That every shred of "evidence" was manufactured.
No one believed me.
I froze to death in that sub-zero hellhole.
As the cold claimed me, staring at my blue-purple fingers, all I felt was pure, burning hate.
Then I opened my eyes again—back to the day it all began.

To get pregnant, I gave up a career my peers all envied. The day I finally conceived, my husband brought his mistress home to live with us.
He shoved me into the table without a second thought.
Nana Mae fell trying to protect me—her head cracking against the marble floor.
"Call an ambulance!" Blood soaked through my hands. My abdomen tore with pain.
"Sienna's too fragile. She can't handle the sight of blood." He scooped up his mistress and walked out, leaving the two of us on the floor.
"You can't leave this bed—it could hurt the baby." I ignored the doctor's warning and stayed at Nana Mae's bedside anyway.
Ten minutes earlier, she'd posted on Instagram: a tiny band-aid on her hand, his fingers wrapped around hers.

The very day she came back into her home country, she heard the most absurd news. "Your sister is getting married with Mr. Stephenson".
"What did you say?" She couldn't believe it. At the engagement party, she was shocked to see her sister getting engaged to her fiancé.
"Daniel, remember this, I dumped you! Did you hear that? I dumped you, not the other way round."
.....
Who could have guessed that after being betrayed by her fiancé and sister and being labelled as a home wrecker, someone would still want to marry her?
"Don't you want to get revenge on your fiancé for what he did?" Nathan Clemon asked Hilda.
"What has that got to do with you?" She snapped back.
"It has got everything to do with me. I am the only person who could help you achieve that whiles giving you the happiness that any woman would wish in this world."

Alex Lee has spent three months watching Elias Reed from across library aisles and lecture halls, too terrified to speak. When the campus launches an anonymous Valentine’s letter program, Alex finally finds the courage to tell Elias everything he’s been feeling, one unsigned letter at a time.
Elias Reed is weeks away from graduation and convinced he’s better off alone. After a devastating breakup left him feeling like he was too much to love, he’s built walls nobody can climb. Until anonymous letters start arriving in his mailbox, letters that see him in ways nobody else does, letters that make him feel found.
As February unfolds in a blur of snow and roses and secret confessions, Alex and Elias build an intimacy through words that neither has found in person. They pass each other on campus, strangers separated by fear and time and the carefully constructed distance Alex maintains. But the closer they get on paper, the harder it becomes to hide in the safety of anonymous ink.
When Valentine’s Day forces Alex to choose between revealing himself and losing Elias forever, he discovers that the hardest part of love isn’t finding it. It’s being brave enough to let yourself be seen.
A story about the words we write when we’re too afraid to speak. About loving someone from a distance and learning that sometimes the person you’ve been searching for has been watching you all along.

Shantel Leaster is twenty-five and, to put it simply, a mess. She’s clumsy, spoiled, and never on time. Her parents, tired of her careless ways, cut her off and force her to survive on her own. After hopping from one failed job to another, Shantel finds herself desperate, with nothing but her small car, a pile of rejection letters, and a growing sense that life is passing her by.

That’s when she crosses paths with Kelvin Zee. He is everything she’s not: disciplined, powerful, respected, and blind. At first, Shantel doesn’t know how to feel about him. He’s cold and intimidating, but there’s something magnetic about him, something that makes her want to stay. Kelvin offers her a job as his personal chef, and though she doubts herself, she takes it.

Eva Fransis had everything—until the people she loved most took it all away.

Drugged and betrayed on her 18th birthday by her best friend, Eva's perfect life crumbled in a single night. A desperate escape led her into the arms of a stranger, and one forbidden night left her pregnant and alone.

Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Eva endured years of abuse, humiliation, and heartbreak—all while her husband lived off her family's wealth. The final blow? Catching him in bed with the very woman who destroyed her life.

Now, Eva is done being a victim.

She wants a divorce. She wants her freedom. She wants to give her children the life they deserve.

But her husband refuses to let her go—not out of love, but greed.

And just when she thinks things can't get more complicated, a powerful stranger appears, claiming to be the real father of her children.

He wants them back.

He wants her back.

She spent years protecting her heart. Now she must protect her children—even if it means facing the man from that unforgettable night.

Can she break free from her past? Or will she be stolen by the man who already owns a piece of her?

Thaniel Eldan was the Alpha of his pack in a society where dating a mortal is forbidden, but when he hears a woman, Amy Everly, cry out for help from the one beta in his pack that he can't stand... how can he help but not save her? But falling for her wasn't what he had signed up for either.

Warning: Mentions of the word rape, abuse, fertility issues, sexual content, and violence.

Suggested age range: 18+

Until I Found You: A Secret Forbidden Romance is created by Minette Enfers, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Reunited, I became the “perfect wife” Julian had always dreamed of.
I didn’t ask where he was when he didn’t come home.
When his “one that got away” came to our door to provoke me, I greeted her with a polite smile.
I even caught them in the act, and instead of screaming, I thoughtfully closed the door for them.
The Elara who used to break down in hysterics over his infidelity was dead.

The woman standing here now was nothing more than a shell, existing solely for her daughter.
Finally, Julian began to panic. He knelt in the pouring rain, begging me to curse him, begging me to still love him—or even hate him.
But as I looked down at him, I didn’t just feel nothing. I felt sick.
"Julian, I don't hate you."
I just find every second spent with you utterly disgusting.

"Forty dollars. That's all the inhaler I needed to breathe cost. But in our house, nothing comes easy. 'Fairness first. Roll the dice — highest number wins.' I've rolled my whole life. I've never won. Not once. Tonight, lungs burning, vision blurring, I rolled for my medicine money against my sister. She got a six. I got a two. 'You lost, Hazel. Now go to the attic and think about your selfishness.' The door locked behind me. My chest is closing up. And no one is coming to check."

My husband had been traveling a lot lately. Intuition told me he was cheating.
I kept quiet. For his birthday, I gifted him AirPods—secretly linked to my backup Apple ID.
At 10:00 p.m., his "Find My" location wasn't heading to the airport. It had stopped at a decade-abandoned lumber yard.
I floored it, obsessed with catching them in bed.
But when I arrived, I only found a corpse.

"In our six years of marriage, you never named me Luna. You gave me nothing other than the position I maintained from when we built this company."
"My affair is my business. Your job is to shut up and obey your husband," Rune spat with a nonchalant look.
"No, I'm not built like that," I replied softly. "I can't be your slave, Rune. My love for you made me a fool once but no more."
"Where do you think you are going? It's one thing to build but it's another to have your people by your side. You are an Omega! A rat!"
"The document on your table is our divorce papers. Sign it and have it sent to the Salvatore's mansion in Echo City."


She was the humble wife of the Alpha, and also the mysterious rival who bankrupted him; when the scumbag took her job with his mistress, she threw out a divorce agreement: Sorry, this company is mine, and my father is the richest man in the world.
After divorcing her unfaithful husband, billionaire Silver seeks solace by returning to her home pack, hoping to start fresh and reconnect with her roots but home is not what it used to be.
Her father's legacy has left behind a tangled mess of debts, secrets, and enemies lurking in the shadows.
Caught in the storm, Silver is drawn to the pack's new young Alpha, a man wrapped in mystery, danger, and an intensity that unsettles her heart.
Their paths collide in ways neither of them expected, forcing Silver to face not only the darkness in her family's past, but also the forbidden spark threatening to shape her future.
Now, she must decide: will she fight the chaos consuming her world, or surrender to a desire that could destroy everything?

I came across a viral local post while scrolling through my phone.

LIVE: My fiancée is cheating on me. I’m in her house right now. Should I end her for good?

When I tapped into the post, what I read made the blood in my veins turn to ice in an instant.

I put a monitoring app on her phone. I’ve been listening for almost two weeks, and every single day she’s on the line with some random guy, flirting and talking dirty. She says yes to marrying me to my face, but she’s been cuckolding me behind my back. Tell me, bros—does this bitch deserve to die?

The comment section below had completely spiraled out of control. Hundreds of replies were all outright egging him on, not a single person telling him to stop. Every line oozed with the vicious glee of people who lived for drama and cared nothing for the consequences.

Hell yeah she does. You got cucked this hard, why keep her around?
Bro, stop all talk and no action. Go live, we’ll send you gifts. Rape her first, then kill her if you’ve got the balls.
You in Haicheng? Drop the address. Me and the boys will come over and help you out. My fists are itching for a fight anyway.
Pfft, and I thought you were tough. You’re already in her house and still dragging your feet? I bet you don’t even have the guts to kill a dog.

My fingers were shaking violently. Driven by a sick, twisting dread, I tapped into the poster’s profile—and with just one glance, every hair on my body stood on end.

This account belonged to Xiao Ming, the blind date my relatives had forced on me when I went home for the Lunar New Year.

His entire profile was filled with posts about me, spanning a full two weeks, starting the very day we’d met for that blind date.

He’d taken secret photos of me, paired with captions full of disgusting, delusional ramblings:

My fiancée went on a date with me today. She wore a white blouse with the neckline open so low, it’s obvious she was trying to seduce me.
She told me she works the front desk at a hotel. That’s her way of hinting I should take her to a room for the night. All women say one thing and mean another.
She says she has a boyfriend, but it’s just playing hard to get. She’s been dying to marry me this whole time.

But I’d said it loud and clear, right in front of the matchmaker, on the very day of that blind date: I’d been in a committed relationship with my boyfriend for three years.

That blind date was nothing more than a way to appease my family. I’d been polite but distant the entire time, and I hadn’t even accepted a single glass of water from him.

As for that nonsense about a hotel room? It was complete and utter garbage. I’d only casually mentioned that my job was working the front desk at a hotel, nothing more.

Just as a bone-deep chill washed over me, the post refreshed. A new line had been added to the main post, timestamped just three seconds earlier:

Truth is, I’m hiding in her house right now. She’s lying in bed scrolling through her phone, and she has no idea she’s already dead meat.

The very second that line finished loading, a clear, soft rustle of fabric came from the wardrobe right behind me.

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

I was falsely accused of killing my sister. My husband personally sent me to prison. Three years later, he picked me up, and that very night he stripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.

He said, "The child your sister and I had together has a heart condition. You have to give birth to a baby to save him. This is what you owe your sister!"

"Only one woman leaves alive. Choose, Jared."

My husband didn't even hesitate. He rushed past me, untying his weeping mistress, Natalie. "I choose her! Take Danika!" he screamed, refusing to look at me as I sat bound to the chair. He walked away, leaving me alone with the man paid to rape me. The monster laughed, unzipping his pants, thinking I was a broken doll. But he forgot I had nothing left to lose. As he forced himself on me, my hand found a pen in his pocket. I didn't beg for mercy. I plunged it straight into his eye socket.

Danika, the perfect wife of upcoming businessman Jared Fox is known to the world as a naive, beautiful wife who loves her husband to the core, however, no one knows just how dark her life is.

Enter Lysander Laurent-Ashworth, cold, disciplined, and feared across the business world for his ruthless precision. To everyone else, he is untouchable. To Danika, he is the stranger who saved her, and the man who seems determined to shield her, even from the truths she can’t remember.

Bound by a dangerous agreement neither of them fully understands, Danika finds herself drawn into Lysander's world but Lysander might just do anything to protect her. Absolutely, anything.

On Christmas Eve, a mysterious virus swept the globe, and my own father mutated into a bloodthirsty monster right before my eyes.

Retreating to a Texas ranch, I thought it would be a desperate fight for survival—until a monster tore my arm open during a brutal melee. There was no high fever, no mutation. Instead, the moment those frenzied infected caught the scent of my blood, they trembled and backed away, as if encountering their natural predator.

Before I could even catch my breath, an armored convoy bearing a cryptic insignia surrounded the ranch, using sonic weapons to herd the infected horde.

From a distance, a red laser locked precisely between my eyes. The memories forcibly erased during my military service two years ago came crashing back: this apocalypse was never a natural disaster, and I was the "perfect specimen" they were absolutely determined to claim.

Want to turn me into a lab rat? Then let's see how many of you this modified body can drag down to hell with me!

Thirty thousand feet in the air, inside the sealed cabin of a commercial airliner, my five-year-old daughter vanished into thin air while I took a thirty-minute nap.
I tore through the lavatories, the galleys, and every overhead bin. The only thing I found was her stuffed bunny, the one she never let out of her sight.
What was even more terrifying was the crew and the passengers. As if perfectly rehearsed, they all insisted I had boarded the plane alone. They even gaslit me in front of everyone, claiming I was mentally unstable and had hallucinated a daughter.
They took turns pushing me, trying to force me into self-doubt and submission. Not a single person offered to help me look. The entire plane was covering up a sinister crime.
If this plane was going to hide my child and protect the guilty, then I would tear this hypocritical aircraft apart with my bare hands.

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.

“Why can’t I hit you?” Thomas yells, smacking the belt close to her feet.
“Why,” he smacks it on the door above her head.
“Why, why” to the right and left sides of her body.
Melina trembles against the door with her eyes closed and head tucked between her knees. She jumps, sniffing Thomas’ cologne, and tries to hide more.
He’s probably bending down. “I want to hurt you, Melina, but I can’t. Tell me why I can’t. Tell me why,”
She bites her lips to muffle her sobs as she fears they will exacerbate her situation. “Look at me when I am talking to you,” Thomas says, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up.
“I am- so-r-r-r-y,” she says as she turns to face him with her tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes.
******** Melina Davis was born with the face and body of a goddess. Her heart was as beautiful as hers, but it never did her any good. Melina was the unluckiest woman in this world when it came to love. Her first love was an abusive con artist who made sure to exploit Melina's kindness. The second one, who Melina felt was genuinely worthy of owing her heart, was far more dangerous than her first. His name is Thomas Costanzo. He is the second in command of the Costanzo mafia. He was highly feared in the mafia world. Some even feared him more than the don of the Costanzo mafia. Melina didn't know she shouldn't cross him, and she did. She broke the heart of one of the most feared men on this earth, and now, he is out searching for her. Once he finds her, Melina will wish she never crossed paths with him.

As if being sold as a slave wasn't enough, she has to bear the ruthless alpha king a heir which she does,but in his absence, because she had to run to save her life and that of her babies.

Years later, she returned but not as the pathetic little girl that she was. she is now a woman sort after by many alphas and he would have to fight them all to win her back.

When The Wrong One Loves You Right
Enemies make the best lovers...

Evelyn Rodriguez needs to find who murdered her sister. But her only suspect is sexy as hell and every kind of wrong. Suddenly Evelyn's not sure if it's determination that's got her pulse racing–or something altogether less appropriate. Worse of all, she has to live under the same roof with him.

Supernova Jason Lyndon, burnt by experience and casual flings is torn between taking the offer of the man he despises the most or the woman that annoys him the most. Either way, he wasn't about to go to jail for something he didn't do. He realized too late chosing Evelyn's offer was a terrible idea. She didn't only arouse all his sexual antennas but started pulling down the firm wall– he's spent years building– around his heart.

CRIME. SUSPENSE. ROMANCE.

Elliot, a shy bookworm and constant target for bullies, finds themselves trapped on the abandoned field after school—again. But this time, the star football captain, Jamie, appears like a hero, driving the bullies away. As Jamie stands protectively by their side, two worlds collide: the quiet, introverted world of Elliot and the loud, popular world of Jamie.

Despite their differences, a spark ignites between them. But navigating their feelings isn’t easy. With jealous teammates, judgmental classmates, and Elliot’s own insecurities standing in their way, their budding romance faces countless challenges. Can love bridge the gap between their two worlds, or will the pressure tear them apart?

Pollution descends, ancient gods awaken, and divine grace descends from the altar , enabling everyone to awaken to authority.

But I have been slow to awaken.

My wife, disgusted by my lack of awareness, chose to have an affair with Saint Marlon.

But what they didn't know was that,

I awakened the only truth system capable of confronting the ancient gods and saw the truth about divine grace.

But the price is—

"I absolutely love your huge, thick cock, James. Just let me ride it tonight, and I'll pay you to be my secret whore," my wife's sister-in-law purred, climbing into my bed completely naked, her wet, dripping pussy grinding against my thigh.

I threw her naked body onto the floor like trash. For three years, I played the pathetic, submissive househusband to my arrogant wife, Emily. I endured their endless humiliation, hiding the fact that I was the billionaire heir and lethal ex-special forces agent keeping their pathetic family alive.

But today, the three-year contract hit zero.

When a rival mafia boss kicked down our door, threatening to massacre everyone, my wife's sister Rhea desperately ripped her dress open, exposing her heavy, bare breasts, begging the boss to fuck her raw right there on the floor if he spared her life.

I’d had enough.

I stepped forward, snapping the necks and shattering the bones of a dozen armed guards, leaving them choking on their own blood. As my fleet of twenty armored Rolls-Royces surrounded the villa, my true identity was finally revealed.

Seeing my unimaginable power, Rhea crawled to my feet, shoving her massive tits against my leg, begging to suck my cock and share my bed with my wife.

I slapped her across her slutty face, tore up the marriage contract, and walked out.

Behind me, Emily collapsed, sobbing hysterically. "If I had just spread my legs for him... if I had just let him breed me and fill my womb with his heir, I would be the queen of the world..."

She's begging for my seed now, but should I lock her in my basement and make her pay for the last three years?

If a zombie opens its bloody maw at you — not to eat you, but to trade for a steak —

Do you take the deal?

I opened a wasteland exchange with a hundred thousand tons of frozen meat, priced everything with a barcode scanner, and used the Law of the Abyss as my guarantee.

When the mechanical army surrounded my cold storage, I hit the citywide broadcast:

"Big order, open to all — whoever tears apart the man on that heavy truck eats as much meat as they want."

"I want to know," Marissa said, one hand resting on her stomach, her smile dripping with triumph, "if you'll be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could."
Rachel's world shattered.
For three years, she had been the perfect Mrs. Voss, gentle, obedient, and endlessly devoted. She believed love could soften Bryce's cold heart... until he walked in with his pregnant mistress and erased her without a second thought.
Declared infertile. Branded a burden. Cast aside like she meant nothing.
When Bryce demanded a divorce, Rachel asked for just fourteen days. Fourteen days to hold onto the life she had built, to pretend her marriage hadn't already died.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't care.
But the moment she hit rock bottom, another man stepped in.
"A contract marriage," he said, his gaze dark with intent. "One year. You become my wife... and I'll make him beg for the woman he threw away."
Dangerous. Ruthless. A man who doesn't love, only claims.
"Unlike Bryce," he murmured, stepping closer, "I don't discard what belongs to me."
This time, Rachel won't beg to be chosen.
She'll rise. She'll take everything they stripped from her. And she'll become a woman Bryce Voss can never touch again.
So when he finally realizes the truth... when he's the one begging at her feet...
Will she walk away or make him suffer the way he made her break?

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This is a gripping odyssey of betrayal, survival, and the cost of redemption.
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Ten minutes. That was all the time I had to save my fouryearold son.
Leo hung over sharkinfested open sea, waiting for his father, Mafia Don Dante Moretti.
But Dante never came. He stayed behind to comfort Bianca, the woman he believed had saved his life. He had handed her complete control over the family’s armed forces, cutting off every possible way for me to mount a rescue.
A ghost from the past returned and exposed every buried truth.
Dante crumbled under the weight of his guilt, consumed by regret. He begged for my forgiveness. But by then, my son was all that mattered to me.

My stepmother married my father because she mistakenly believed he was an Alpha, and that was the beginning of my tragedy.
In my past life, I was falsely accused by my stepmother, betrayed by my mate, and abandoned by my father, who refused to believe me and sold me to an elderly Omega. In the end, I died with injustice in my heart.
But heaven has granted me a second chance. I have returned to the very day my stepmother framed me for her miscarriage.
This time, I won’t let them have their way.
I have gathered my entire pack to make meatballs together, waiting to put on a spectacular show—exposing the scandal of my stepmother, Odessa, and my mate, Beta Peregrine.

“You had a boyfriend?” Stefan nibbled on my ear, driving me crazy.

“Hmm” It came out more like a moan when I felt Kevin’s warm breath on the burning skin of my neck, making my whole body shiver with excitement.

“Did you sleep with him?” Riven’s hoarse voice came from my side, his hands roaming my body freely, touching the forbidden places.

“Noo…” My voice was breathy, full of need. My head fell back on Stefan’s chest.

“Don’t worry, we are going to f*ck him out of your system!” Kevin promised in his seductive deep voice.

……………

Giselle Swan was forced to join Dark Sapphire pack to stay with her mother, Vera Smith and her new husband, Alpha Riley and his kids, when Vera won the case of her custody. The Dark Sapphire pack is one of the wealthiest packs and Alpha Riley cherishes her. But the problem was her triplet stepbrothers Kevin, Riven and Stefan. The Famous Triplet Alphas!

For some unknown reason, Triplet always despised Giselle but they made sure to make her life a living hell when she entered their territory. What will she do when she will get to know that Triplets are her mates?

What will happen when the two of the triplets Kevin and Stefan will try their best to persuade her to be their Luna? Will she accept them?

Why is Riven so hard to impress? Will she be able to tame him?

Will she reject them all because of one?

What will be their reaction when it be revealed to them that there are foxes around them in the disguise of werewolves, who are playing with their lives?

WARNING: Extremely Mature Content (18+ only)

On the darkest day of my life, I encountered a very hot man in a street bar in New York, who had really charming chest muscles to touch. We spent a unforgettable night of sex together, but it was just a one-night stand, and I didn't even know his name.
When I returned to Los Angeles and resumed my career as a doctor, I was forced to attend my adoptive mother’s wedding—and there he was. My stepbrother was my one-night stand partner!
My heart almost stopped beating.
My stepfather’s family is a powerful and wealthy dynasty in LA, entangled in a web of complex businesses and shrouded in mystery, including dark, violent undertones.
I want to stay away from anyone from this Italian traditional mafia family.
But my stepbrother won't let me go!
Yet, despite my efforts to stay away, he’s now back in LA, managing his family's business with ruthless efficiency. He’s a dangerous mix of cold calculation and undeniable allure, pulling me
into a web of fate that I can’t escape.
I instinctively want to keep away from danger, away from him, but the fate pushes me to him again and again, and I am strongly addicted to him against my will. What will our future be like?
Read the book.

Trigger warning!!!

Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, possessive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries.

EXCERPT

Blood everywhere. Trembling hands.

"No!" My eyes blurred.

His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved—dead.

Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother.


Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move.

At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession.

Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom.

The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her.

On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother.

She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his.

But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?

When Jennifer—the top student of Los University—discovers her boyfriend’s betrayal with her best friend Sarah, she doesn’t shed a tear. Instead, she plots a far more delicious revenge—by seducing Sarah’s soon-to-be stepfather, the ruthless business tycoon Michael, 14 years her senior. doesn’t waste a single tear. She’s already planning her revenge—a game no one else dares play. Her target? Michael: Sarah’s soon-to-be stepfather. Ruthless, untouchable, fourteen years her senior, and king of the city’s underworld of power.

She leaves a teasing note in his bed: “Uncle, I want to sleep in your arms!” leaves a note in his bed: “Uncle, I want to sleep in your arms.”
But innocence is just another weapon.

A mix of boldness and innocence, her temptation is relentless. defiance and dangerous innocence, her pursuit is relentless, her every move a dare.

Michael watches her struggle like a god from above—until the day he sees her with another man. That’s when his control shatters. That night, he drags her to a hotel, kneels before her, and begs: “Hold me while I sleep.” thinks he’s in control, an untouchable god.
Until the night he sees her with another man—
—and every last ounce of his restraint snaps.
That night, he drags her to a hotel, pins her beneath him, and for the first time in his life, kneels at her feet.
His voice breaks as he begs:
“Hold me while I sleep.”

This is a gamble named love—where desire and vengeance collide.
This is a high-stakes game of obsession and revenge, where every kiss is a threat, every touch a betrayal. Who will be destroyed first—the hunter, or his prey?

Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped.

"You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it".

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen.
dang it!

"You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth.
Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion.

"I can be your favorite divk" he smirked.


It was supposed to be a normal siblings bond.
Doing the forbidden wasn't part of the idea but Tiffany had other plans. Especially when all she wanted was get fvcked by her hot step brother.

“Don’t come any closer.”
‎His voice was low and sharp, nothing like the boy I remembered, I should have listened, I should have turned around and walked away, Instead, I looked at him.
‎
‎The leather jacket, the bike behind him, the tattoos I didn’t recognize. Only his eyes were the same, dark and familiar, like they’d been waiting for me.
‎“It’s me,” I said quietly.
‎
‎His jaw tightened, and for a second, something dangerous flickered across his face. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here.”
‎I never meant to find him, I never expected him to be like this. He keeps his distance, but his silence says more than words ever could. Every look feels like a warning. Every moment near him feels like a mistake I don’t know how to stop making.
‎
‎I know he’s forbidden, I know I should walk away. But some bonds don’t fade with time. They stay, heavy and unfinished, waiting for the one moment that can ruin everything. And the closer we get, the clearer it becomes...
‎He isn’t the danger... Wanting him is.
‎

I thought the eyes burning into my back for weeks belonged to a stranger. A masked shadow in alleys. A predator in the dark of a mirror maze who pinned me against glass, fingers deep inside me, growling “Red” while he unraveled me… then vanished, leaving me aching and furious.

I never expected him to walk through my front door as my new stepbrother. Tall, inked, with storm-gray eyes that hate me on sight.

Gray warns me to stay away, threatens to devour me if I don’t. We are playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. But the walls between our rooms are thin, his scent lingers in every corner of this sprawling mansion, and every time our paths cross, the air crackles with the same lethal pull that started in the shadows.

He stalked me before he was family. Now he’s under the same roof, watching closer than ever.
Hating me. Wanting me.

And I’m terrified of how badly I want him to finish what he started.

Some obsessions don’t end when the mask comes off. They only get darker… and a whole lot closer to home.

"Let me go,"

He leaned down until his face was in my neck. He trailed the tip of his nose up my neck, "I can't, little red. Not so soon."

I bit my lips, holding back my shallow breaths.

"What -" my words slammed back into my throat, dying down, when his hand groped my thigh.

"I'm going to keep moving my hands up until my finger is soaked with your juice, little red." He spoke softly, trailing his hands up, slowly.

_

A dare to make out with the hottest biker.

That was all it was supposed to be.

Hell, I wasn't even supposed to see him again ever in my life - I mean, wasn't it why we made out with strangers?

But nope. There he was... sitting directly opposite me at a family dinner, staring deep into my soul with the most cocky smirk I had ever seen in my life, sending cold shivers down my spine.

Who would've thought my one-time playmate would be my STEPBROTHER. God have mercy!

Now, Sinn and I shared a dirty secret and he was never going to let me live it down. Worse, I couldn't get that moment out of my head - not when it felt so steamy, yet so wrong.

But I had promised myself that Sinn was Off-limit. I couldn't like my Stepbrother. Never.

I was lonely, I was desperate and I made a choice I can't undo. I am Aria and my husband never had time for me so I slept with my step-father-in-law who satisfies me the way I want but as fate would have it, I got pregnant for him. The option was to either discard the baby or keep it till the truth came out, out of the two options I chose the first. Discard the baby.
However, my attending doctor happens to be my husband's side chick, the reason why my husband never made time for me. She has a choice to either rat me out to my husband so she could get into the house or help remove it and I secure my marriage. Two options but she chose none but...

Ice Princess × Hockey Captain


I was supposed to be the next Olympic figure skating champion.

Until one fall destroyed everything.

My career.
My knee.
My future.

So I disappeared.

At Yale, I’m just another freshman trying to stay invisible.

No skating.
No spotlight.
No past.

It almost works.

Until Eli Hayes.

Yale hockey captain.
Campus golden boy.
The one person who keeps looking at me like he already knows who I am.

The more I try to push him away, the closer he gets.

And the closer we get…

the more dangerous my secret becomes.

Because if anyone finds out the truth—

that the girl hiding at Yale is the same Silver Preston whose Olympic dreams shattered on national television—

everything I rebuilt will fall apart again.

Including the one person I never meant to fall for.

I was dying — and he was loving someone else.
I left.
Now he wants me back… but will I let him?

I loved him for seven years. I gave up my career as a genius designer, supported his rise, and gave him everything. But he betrayed me in the worst way possible.
He gave my only family—my beloved dog—to his so-called white moonlight and watched her torture it to death. He let her wear my wedding dress, take my ring, and destroy everything I cherished.
When I was hurt and broken, he never defended me. He chose her lies over my pain.
In that moment, I woke up. I ended our engagement, walked away, and returned to reclaim my throne as a top designer. I will make them regret every cruel thing they’ve done.
You lost me when you betrayed me. And you will never get me back.

Intro: I spent three years as a logistics mage in the Darkmoon Pack, chasing the wolf clan's female war goddess for a full year. I repaired her armor, mixed her potions, and secretly tucked protective charms inside her gear. She never once looked me in the eye. At the bonfire banquet, after enduring humiliation, I took the initiative to sever ties and walked away. Without my help, she lost everything. When I was reborn and returned, facing the one and only chance to win me back, she finally chose to make the first move.

I was bought into this world. For twenty-three years, my adoptive mother swept floors, scrubbed toilets, and endured endless orders from others just to keep me alive. Then one day, I discovered she had been depositing forty-four thousand dollars into an overseas account every single year for two decades. They called it a "custody fee". When a mysterious organization showed up, slammed coins in her face and threw a contract written in blood right in front of me, I finally learned whose blood runs through my veins. From that day on, I will prove to everyone: no one shall ever hurt my family.

My wife had an affair.
Not only that, she casually indulged her lover over the phone, allowing him to crush the bones of my right hand, known as the "Hand of God," right in front of our six-year-old child, with a stomp of his shoe. I could never hold a tool again.
Natalie thought I was just a poor, pathetic loser earning a dead-end salary, so she brazenly let her gigolo trample all over me.
But what she had no idea of was that her proud identity as a transnational female CEO was merely a toy casually tossed to her by the top old-money family I belong to in New York.
When dozens of bulletproof armored vehicles smashed through the gates and my father, the patriarch, descended like the god of death, her arrogant self finally crumbled like a stray dog.
She screamed and jumped into the icy, bone-chilling lake to retrieve the diamond ring I had discarded, wailing and begging to chop off her own hand to compensate me.
But I just held the stunning British Duchess in my arms, watching coldly as she fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.
This love, tainted with shit, whoever wants it can have it!

"I'm about to cum in your smart little mouth and you're going to swallow all of it. Do you understand?"
He didn't let me answer, holding my head in place as his cum filled my mouth. He waited until I had swallowed every drop before he released me and I fell to the bed, sobbing.
Zipping himself up, he stalked to the door, then paused and turned to smirk at me. "Don't even bother to tell anyone about this. Or you and your mother will suffer. And get ready, because this is just the beginning."


Jasmine Scott is an omega, a nobody. Born in the slums and living with her struggling, single mom, she is an outcast at her school. Until her mom gets married to the alpha. Relieved that her status has been elevated, Jasmine is glad to be part of the alpha’s family except that Hardin Scott, the alpha’s gorgeous son is out to torment her.
Hardin hates Jasmine. She might be his step-sister but she is no blood of his. He knows she is a gold-digger out to get his father’s money and for that she must be punished.
But what happens when he starts lusting after his step-sister? Hardin craves for a taste of his step-sister's body and he won’t stop until his sensual mark is branded on her skin.

"I need you, please," she licked the back to my earlobe, pressing her body against mine. "No one else knows how to touch me like you do. I've tried other men, but they just don't compare. Please, Doctor, I'm begging you."

"Begging, huh?" I considered her for a moment. "Well, that's a start."

I pushed her down to get her on her knees. I unzipped my pant and gestured to her to continue. "Show me how much you want it," I commanded. She pulled my dick out of my boxers and started sucking every inch of me with her playful tongue, moaning as she did so. I grabbed her hair and I took control over her head, and I began to fuck her head.

"Is this what you came for?" I asked roughly. "To be my little slut?"

"Yes," she mumbled around my cock. "Only yours."

"Touch your pussy for me." I commanded her with a husky tone of voice. Everyone likes to be commanded; likes to be in the bottom; likes the real man who is willing to dominate her. Every woman is a submissive in her own way. That's what I've learned from years of practice.

"Like this?" she asked, sliding her fingers inside herself. "God, I'm so wet for you."

I pulled her up and flipped her as I put her back on the bed. I arched her ass and touched her anus. "I will fuck your ass now, because I never fuck a pussy two times. Are you ready for that?" I whispered in her ear, heating her neck with warming breaths while pinching her nipples by my fingers.