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In the extreme cold of the apocalypse, I was bound to the Seraphim's Flame, gaining access to the tycoon's bunker.
My good brother Luke was so jealous he went mad and killed me with a single blow.
Reborn, Luke stole the "Seraphic Flame" and, like throwing away trash, kicked another dark, ugly stone to my feet.
He didn't know—Redstone was a blood-sucking evil, while Blackstone was the true god-level talent.
When the deathly gale of minus seventy degrees swept across the world, I activated the [Dimensional Fortress] of infinite space.
Tons of munitions, mountains of supplies, overwhelming heavy firepower…
I will stand on the frozen wasteland and watch that bastard, step by step, become the human battery I need.

After 3 years of bloody battles, the War King returns, only to hear his fiancée Elena “fell to her death”. But he finds she’s alive, pregnant, and imprisoned. He swears to slaughter all enemies and protect his woman and unborn child.

At the engagement party, Adrian walked in with pregnant Celeste: "Sorry, the engagement is off."

"Why?" I stared at him intently.

"The baby is Adrian's," Celeste sobbed, "I can't let my child grow up without a father..."

"You're just an orphan with no money or connections," Adrian looked at me coldly, "You're not good enough for me."

Just when I was completely humiliated, butler Steven found me. "Miss Hayes, we've been searching for you for twenty-three years. You're the long-lost heiress of Hayes Corporation."

A week later at the family reunion banquet, Adrian knelt before me: "Iris, please give me another chance!"

"You can stay by my side," I looked down at him condescendingly, "but not as my boyfriend—as my servant."

But when Celeste accidentally miscarried, the truth shocked everyone...

In this prestigious North American university, I was just a lowly physical education teacher, working long hours and being bossed around.
No one knew that two years ago, I was a special forces legend, codenamed "Tyrant," who climbed to the top of the dark web, stepping over the corpses of countless enemies in the abyss of hell.
I thought I had washed the blood off my hands.
Until that day, the only ordinary female student I cared about was lured into a black market industrial park on the Balkan border, facing a butcher's chainsaw.
For five million dollars to save my life, I was willing to swallow all my pride and bow to the school's richest family.
But what I got in return was public humiliation and a beating from the powerful.
They laughed at me, calling me a weakling, saying my life was less than that of a lowly dog.
Watching the video showing only five hours left of life and death, I snapped the spine of the richest man's bodyguard with my bare hands, tearing apart the docile mask I had worn for two years.
Crossing half the globe to storm into a heavily guarded, lawless land?
It had been a long time since I'd stretched my muscles.
It seems the world has forgotten why this dark jungle, filled with warlords and evil, still cannot bear to hear my name!

For my fiancée’s career, I was willing to be the ghost designer behind her for five years.

Until the day of the key bid, she stole the blueprint I had spent two sleepless years perfecting and signed it with the name of her useless first love.

The drawings are gone You can draw them again He needs this project to survive Be sensible she said, impatient when I confronted her

I did not argue My heart went cold I calmly left my engagement ring and my resignation letter and went to Europe

In just three months, without me, she became disgraced and buried in debt While I won Europe’s highest architectural gold award

I watched the once proud her soak in icy water for five hours just to earn a trace of my sympathy

I handed her a basic junior interview form with indifference Want to start over Report to the front desk Start with errands and work your way up

My name is Michael Carson. On the surface, I'm a small-time analyst in Dallas, but nobody knows that I'm the sole heir to a multi-billion dollar financial empire.

The father's factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, but his wife transferred the money to her mother to open a beauty clinic, saying, "Your dad's lousy factory should have gone out of business long ago."

Her father suffered a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. She then said, "He's over sixty years old, is it worth it?"

I tolerated it. Until she discovered my true identity, she immediately turned on me, threatening divorce and taking half of my assets.

At that moment, I understood—some people don't deserve kindness.

I dialed the family number I hadn't contacted in five years.

They will never forget what happened next.

The multi-million-dollar deal I worked my ass off to win back was handed over by my boss to a clueless new hire who could barely even read the material codes. And that same rookie had the nerve to mock me in public, saying I was nothing but his errand girl.
My boss went even further, tore up every rule in the book, and shoved a termination agreement right at me.
I didn't argue. I didn't make a scene. I took the severance and walked away.
Because I knew one thing better than anyone: without me, they wouldn't even make it through the manufacturers' front doors.
Sure enough, just days after I left, the entire supply chain fell apart, and the company's cash flow completely collapsed.
And when they started scrambling in desperation, running all over New York begging investment executives to save them, they walked straight onto my mother's turf.

I was reborn.
In my past life, for the sake of my childhood sweetheart Chiara, I rushed into a sea of fire to save her lover, but I was disfigured by strong acid. In return, I was rejected and abandoned by her, and ultimately died tragically on the street.
Reborn before the narcotics factory explosion, I coldly turned away from Chiara's pleas for help: "If it's true love, go in and die with her."
This time, I'm not a sycophant anymore; I'm going to make all those who betrayed me pay a bloody price.

For four years, I tolerated Grayson’s blatant favoritism. He spoiled my roommate Mia with exquisite breakfasts every day, while leaving me with plain biscuits and bitter black coffee. I swallowed every unfair slight, hoping for true love. Yet he finally humiliated me thoroughly by choosing Mia over me for the elite corporate event, sneering that I was unworthy of high society. Hiding my identity as the university’s secret heiress, I stopped my father from ruining his career on impulse. I will let them attend the glamorous party—not out of mercy, but to deliver my quiet, devastating revenge. Now I only need time to decide my next move, and whether to accept my arranged engagement.

Three months after being reunited with the Harrington family, I won £5 million in the lottery.

Then, they kicked me out of the house.

My father, my mother, and that imposter brother—three swindlers—fabricated an apocalyptic lie and used a so-called "heirloom" to steal my lottery ticket.

They didn't know that the end times really were coming.

Unbeknownst to them, the true power of that wristband was—item duplication.

Little did they know, I was the one who had truly been reborn from the apocalypse.

In my past life, they used me as bait, letting me be torn to pieces by the infected.

In this life, 5 million pounds? Go ahead and squander it.

I want to watch them struggle in despair and die in fear.

And I will have unlimited resources at my disposal, on this wasteland—

I pursued Kaelzen, Alpha of the Frostfang Tribe, for four years and was about to marry him, only to expose his deception shortly before the wedding. A serious head injury erased all my memories of him. My family arranged a new marriage with the Duskthorn Tribe heir, and I agreed, planning to leave once the Ash Gate opens in seven days. Unaware of my memory loss, Kaelzen still treats me arrogantly, yet he is just a stranger to me now.

I snapped photos of pale yellow baby clothes I’d bought at Target, posted them on Instagram captioned “Juno's wardrobe.”
Right after I put my phone away, my mother-in-law Genevieve called and berated me. She claimed I’d lost my mind after our stillbirth, insisted I wasn’t pregnant, and demanded I delete the post.
As soon as we hung up, my water broke.
Six hours later, I woke up worn out on a hospital delivery bed at Devereux Memorial Hospital. No baby cried anywhere.
My husband Elias sat beside me with bloodshot eyes. He pulled a lifelike silicone fake pregnancy belly out and set it on my lap, begging me to accept I wasn’t actually carrying a child. I screamed that I’d given birth and demanded to know where my baby Juno was.
Dr. Beckett and a team of doctors walked in, diagnosing me with pseudocyesis—phantom pregnancy. They said I’d only worn a silicone pad to fake a belly. My parents stood nearby, staring at me with shameful pity.
They forced me onto a psychiatric ambulance. I was locked in a windowless ward, drugged nonstop, tormented by the loss of my daughter, until every ounce of my will faded away...

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

On our tenth anniversary, a doctor told me I had three months left.
I called Graham five times before he picked up. He was at a restaurant downtown, cutting the steak on his ex-girlfriend's plate, and he told me to stop acting like a paranoid wife.
So I never told him.
I folded the diagnosis into my coat pocket, went home, and rinsed the blood out of the sink before he walked in. Then I signed away the house, the cars, every share of the firm I helped him build. I left his ring on the coffee table, canceled the number I'd had for ten years, and checked into a hospice with nobody's name on my emergency contact line.
He thought I was throwing a tantrum. He thought I'd come crawling back the second the money ran out.
He didn't find the diagnosis until it was too late to matter.

This is a world where humans and fantasy races exist side by side. Werewolves move through city streets between glass towers, and every now and then, a pair of massive wings cuts through the clouds overhead. Twenty years ago, to secure the family's standing, the main house signed a contract with the Dragon Clan.

As the least favored daughter of a branch family, I was chosen to be the Dragon King's mate. The terms were spelled out plainly: if I couldn't get married within five years of coming of age, I'd have to go to Dragon territory and go through with the marriage.

For five years, every wedding I've planned has been blown up by my younger sister, Hannah.

This is year five. I'm finally in a wedding dress, about to marry Derek, the boy I grew up with.

What I didn't expect was that one hour before the ceremony, Hannah collapsed in the dressing room coughing up blood. She grabbed Derek's hand, crying, saying she wouldn't make it through the month.

And my parents are on either side of me, hands pressed down hard on my shoulders.

"Just let Hannah have the wedding. She's dying!"

What they don't know is that if I don't get married today, the Dragon envoys will come for me on the spot.

And I won't be coming back.

My son Emery scored a perfect SAT and got early admission to MIT Physics. Eighteen years old. His future was limitless.

My billionaire husband Reid's assistant—his mistress in everything but name—suggested Emery attend some garbage local business school instead. Inherit the empire. Fall in line.

Emery said no. Reid exploded.

He locked my son in the lumber yard and ordered him to split five tons of oak. "No water until he's done. That'll teach him respect."

The sun was brutal. My son's asthma attacked. I knelt before Reid's mistress and begged for his inhaler while Reid crushed my right hand—my surgeon's hand.

I got the inhaler and ran back as fast as I could.

But I was too late. My son was already dead.

My husband is an angel on an earthly trial. Every time he feels something for me, he endures divine punishment — like his chest is being ripped open from the inside.

But he told me he'd take that pain gladly, as long as it was for me.

He left a mark on my collarbone. Activate it when you're in danger, he said, and I'll rip through anything to get to you.

I believed him.

Then came a mission where I got grabbed by an armed fugitive gang and held in an abandoned warehouse for three straight days of torture and abuse.

No water. No sleep. The tendons in my hands and feet cut one by one.

Half-dead, I used the last of my strength to activate the mark.

And I heard him talking to his angel companion.

"Beckett, why did you give those people Demi's location? You know what they'll do to her."

He didn't even flinch. "She'll be fine. She's the Chosen One — she can't die. They were going after Macie. I didn't have a choice. Once this mission's over, I can petition to stay on earth. I'll make it up to Demi. She gets it."

So that's the price of being understanding. Dying inside a trap he built for me.

My heart just shatters. And I stop fighting.

In my last life, my younger brother made a contract with an S-rank ghost, but it turned out to be completely useless, while I contracted a B-rank ghost, the Starving Ghost, which could not only devour monsters but also consume other awakened humans' ghost servants to evolve.
Under my protection, my family went from scavenging for scraps to living in a luxury mansion inside the government safe zone.
But on the eve of a ghost tide attack, I was prepared to stay behind and defend the base while sending my parents, my sister, and my younger brother away first.
Instead, they killed me, all to take my Starving Ghost so they could have an easier time surviving on the road.
After I died, they didn't even have time to tame the Starving Ghost before it devoured every one of them.
When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day we formed our ghost contracts, and this time, my younger brother chose the Starving Ghost.

On the eve of the apocalypse, magical beasts appeared in our world.
They possessed extraordinary abilities, and humans could master these powers by forming a contract with them.
In my previous life, my adopted brother chose a top-tier Wolf King pup.
But shortly after, the extreme heat apocalypse descended. The low-tier water snake I had contracted possessed the ability to conjure water and lower temperatures, inadvertently making me the envy of everyone.
Meanwhile, my brother’s Wolf King was universally despised for its excruciatingly slow growth and lack of immediate combat power.

Now, I have been reborn to the very day we chose our contracted beasts.
This time, my brother rushed ahead and snatched the water snake.
I know why.
He has been reborn, too.
But this apocalypse is not nearly as simple as he thinks!

Everyone says I married an iceberg.

Three years of contract marriage. He's never touched me once.

On our wedding night, I tried to move into his bedroom. He refused. I stood in front of him wearing lingerie. He just said, calm as ever, "You should get some rest."

I'm a healthy woman with a normal sex drive. Every day I'm burning up with my own desire.

I thought he didn't love me. So for both our sakes, I signed the divorce papers. Today, I'm telling him.

Then that afternoon, I suddenly heard his thoughts.

When I walked up to him in just a towel, he looked calm, staring at his laptop. But his mind was screaming: Holy shit. She's not wearing anything under that. Look at that skin. Her tits are huge. I can't take this anymore... no, I'll scare her. Fuck. I'm hard again.

Turns out under the ice, there's a volcano that's been buried for just as long.

I slip the divorce papers back into hiding and pour him a coffee.

New plan: make that volcano blow.

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

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

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

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

Karl stood in the morgue all night.

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

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

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

Until the day I went into labor.

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

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

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

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

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

Since marrying into the Sterling family, I've been pregnant three times. Not one of them survived.

Every time the DNA test report arrived, my mother-in-law would drag me to the clinic for an abortion.

They said the fetus had genetic defects. But I secretly went to an outside hospital for tests, and the report clearly stated everything was normal.

After my third miscarriage, I followed my in-laws to the basement I was forbidden to enter.

I held my breath and pressed my eye to the crack in the door.

In that moment, I finally knew why they had to kill my babies.

I was once the daughter of the Alpha of Dawn Pack.
After my parents were killed and I was kicked out of the Pack, I was left with nothing.
I was brought back to William’s Pack and became the one he treasured in the palm of his hand.
When the car accident happened, he shielded me with his body, saying he couldn’t live without me.

But after I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, all I wanted was to quietly leave and not burden him.
However, after I tried to escape from the wedding, he captured me and imprisoned me.
Refusing to eat and losing weight, it was just the toll of my illness.
But he thought I was intentionally torturing him.

When his "resurrected" ex-wife, Jessica, returned,
At the celebration banquet, I merely gagged once while eating.
He flipped the table, shoved garbage into my mouth, and screamed for me to die.
I hid in the bathroom, wrapped in his clothes, vomiting blood, and no medicine could stop the cold shivers.
For the first time, I called him and begged him to let me go.
But all I received was his scolding and the merciless hang-up.

When Alpha Alex chose to abandon our biological son Lucas in the fire and instead saved the son of Omega Isabella, my world shattered.

In an instant, I became a pitiful creature crushed under their feet.
Isabella humiliated me—forced me to lick the dirt off her shoes like I was nothing.

Lucas died in agony, and I wasn’t even allowed to attend his funeral.

But as the truth slowly began to unravel, I realized with horror that behind all this suffering…
lay a secret powerful enough to destroy me.

What should I do now?

Can anyone tell me—
how do I escape a fate that feels like a nightmare I can’t wake from?

“You are my mate,” Matthew growled, the truth finally shattering the air between them. “Yet you’ve been hiding in plain sight for years. Why?”

Lara has perfected the art of invisibility: a lone witch in a world of wolves, her true nature hidden behind a wall of quiet defiance and a dormant wolf she refuses to awaken. Her past is a locked box of fear, tied to a scar and an Alpha who claims her. All she wants is to stay hidden, even from the intense gaze of Matthew, her pack's future leader—and, impossibly, her fated mate.

Matthew knows she’s close. He's caught her scent, a tantalizing promise that slips away each time. Why would his own mate run from him? As danger closes in on the pack, the truth can no longer stay buried. He’s determined to claim her, but to win her, he must first unravel the secrets that make her fear the very bond that could save them both.

"Please!! Please...Dd...Don't kill me!" Rani begged in a scared whisper
His face came back up towards her neck and gave it a warm wet lick.
"No!! Please!!!" Rani whimpered and cried under the wolf,
who growled down at her in a possessive kind of way.
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Hector and Damon are stepbrothers, they used to be loyal to each other and jointly hold the position of Alpha. To find their family treasure, they went to chase a girl named Rani.

Rani was a human, she must save her uncle and get to the Mexican border without getting caught by her chasers who happen to be a ruthless pair of Alpha brothers after her, for more than one secret.

Will Rani be the mate of one of the brothers? If so, which one she will choose?
How will the game of chasers and prey play out?
What plans will be made on the chasing trip?

Read the story to find out!

She had always wished to be a successful person with a good heart, but that never happened. After living a life as a maid after her father died, her step mom decided to sell her off into a brothel were she was bought by a ruthless Mafia who loves to inflict pain.

"Please... I'll do anything you say. I'll even be your slave."

"I'm sorry." Freida began to sob. Once the tears started, it was impossible to turn off the floodgates. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"No. Shush," he said, pulling her in for a tight hug. He stroked her hair gently, and she almost felt comforted. "You aren't sorry. Not sorry enough."

"Not Yet."

Freida knew she would regret making such promises to a guy like Damon—a sadistic bully who would show her no mercy—but she had no other choice.

She would have to suffer to save the people she loves, and living in the hope that Damon would stick to his promise to keep her secret.

But, as cruel and twisted as Damon can be, Freida finds herself wondering if there is another side to him.

Does she have what it takes to melt a heart of stone, or will she be completely destroyed by him?

"Why me?" she whispered.
His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Because only you make my heart beat again… and I'd rather burn this world than let you go."


A King is incomplete without his Queen.
Just as Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso is incomplete without his little, innocent girl. Ava Sophie Marcus.
Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso, a name that made everyone on earth shiver in fear.
He's a second God.
Vincenzo is a thirty years old ruthless Mafia boss, he's labelled, Death.
He kills ruthlessly.
He always got what he wants and no one is able to question or stop him. Even the government respects him, the FBI steer clear of him because everyone is under him.
What happened when the almighty Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso became attracted to the timid, gentle, and fragile Ava Grace Marcus and will stop at nothing to make her his wife?
Will he have his way? The answer is, yes of course. without a fight, I might add.
Join Ava on her rollercoaster journey of being the Mafia Don's wife.

"Mate!" My eyes bulged out of my head as I snapped up to regard the guy who is obviously the king. His eyes were locked on mine as he began to advance very quickly. Oh great. That's why he looked familiar, he was the same guy who I bumped into only an hour or two before hand. The one who claimed I was his mate...

Oh... SHIT!


In a dystopian future, it is the 5-year anniversary of the end of the earth as we knew it. A race of supernatural creatures calling themselves the lycanthrope has taken over and nothing has been the same.

Every town is split into two districts, the human district, and the wolf district. The humans are now treated as a minority, while the Lycans are to be treated with the utmost respect, failure to submit to them results in brutal public punishments. For Dylan, a 17-year-old girl, living in this new world is tough. Being 12 when the wolves took over, she has both witnessed and experienced public punishment firsthand.

Wolves have been domineering since the new world and if you're found to be the mate of one, for Dylan it is a fate worse than death. So what happens when she finds out she not only is a lycan’s mate but that lycan happens to be the most famous and the most brutal of them all?

Follow Dylan on her rocky journey, combatting life, love, and loss.

A new spin on the typical wolf story. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning, mature content.
Scenes of strong Abuse.
Scenes of self-harm
Scenes of Rape.
Scenes of a Sexually explicit nature.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

To the world, Cassian Vale is an untouchable god—a global pop idol whose face lines billboards and whose charm leaves millions breathless. To Aurelius Crown Academy, he is the ruthless king who rules the privileged elite with an iron fist.

To Aria Whitmore, he is just an arrogant, entitled nightmare.

Armed with nothing but her fierce independence, Aria refuses to bow to the academy’s cruel hierarchy or to its golden boy. But a single family dinner shatters her reality when a bombshell is dropped: She is betrothed to Cassian Vale.

Forced into an arranged marriage to unite two billionaire empires, Aria finds herself trapped in a gilded cage—sharing a roof, a bed, and a life with the man she swore to hate.

As jealous rivals declare war at school and calculating parents watch their every move, the lines between fake vows and real desire begin to blur. Cassian is used to the spotlight owning him, but under the cover of darkness, he’s willing to burn the world down to keep Aria safe.

They were meant to be pawns in a legacy game. Instead, they became each other's most dangerous obsession.

Rafael Achilles Cordova is the notoriously cold CEO of Cordova Industries, unrivaled in the business world. Raised as the successor of his father's company, he poured his life into preparing to inherit the company and grew up with no other interests. No care for women, money, or life in general. For all 29 years of his life, he lived purely for the sake of carrying out his duty without divulging into a single frivolity.

And yet, why couldn't he get his mind off of the bright violet eyes of a particular little lady who randomly entered his life one day? Why was there a fuzzy feeling in his chest at a mere glimpse of her? Why did it feel like his entire world was collapsing with only a single tear running down her cheek? Where were all these feelings coming from? Unfamiliar feelings that he had not once ever felt before in his entire life.

Little did he know that those were the feelings of a king who finally found his queen, one who he would lay his entire empire down to stay by her side.

"On your knees," Lucius said, his voice a quiet command.

Samuel's cock was in front of me now, flushed and leaking at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its heat, the way it twitched under my touch. I stroked him once, twice, then leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking as I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the bitter-salt of him.

Behind me, Edward knelt, his hands spreading my thighs wider. I felt the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance, slick with my own wetness, and then he pushed in—slowly at first, letting me feel every inch as he filled me.

I'm Katherine, a unique being with werewolf, vampire, witch, and elf bloodlines. It's a burden and a blessing, one that sets me apart from the rest of the world.​

The Alpha triplets — Samuel, Edward, and Lucius — strong, captivating, and undeniably linked to me — are my fated mates. From the moment our paths crossed, I felt a connection that defied explanation. I'm their protector. There are forces out there, dark and menacing, that would stop at nothing to harm them, and it's my solemn duty to keep them safe.​

However, their feelings seem to go beyond the simple bond of mates.

Will I be brave enough to face the unknown and follow my heart, or will I let fear and doubt consume me?

I came to this island asylum for one reason:
twenty thousand dollars.

A job. Three months. No questions asked.

But the moment I signed, they locked a steel cuff around my ankle.
The other end belongs to him.

He's not a patient. He's a monster.
Mob heir. Thirty bodies, broken by hand.
The scars on his face tell me exactly what he's capable of.

He refuses to even look at my file.
Instead, he demands one thing:
I sleep in his bed.
I stay within three meters.
Or the chain delivers a shock that drops me to my knees.

He calls me little rabbit.
He says if I run, he'll cut off my foot.
And last night, when another inmate tried to drag me into a corner—
he nearly killed a man with his bare hands.

So yes, he's my only protection on this floating prison.
But that's the trap, isn't it?

Because when his lips brush my neck in the dark,
when he wraps that stolen blanket around my frozen body,
I almost forget—
I'm not his partner.

I'm his leash-trained toy.

And the worst part?
I'm starting to want him to keep me.

"You're mine," Emerson growled, pinning Freya's wrists, thrusting deep. "Hate me, but you want this." She gasped, hips arching, defiance crumbling. "I hate you," she lied, clenching around him.

Freya Harper, 23, is a struggling medical resident battling depression after her mother's suicide attempt. Emerson Salvatore is her controlling supervisor who imprisons her "for protection." Gabriel Salvatore, his enigmatic twin, becomes equally obsessed. Caught between two possessive men with dark secrets, Freya discovers herself at the center of a dangerous love triangle. Meanwhile, real threats are closing in.

Why is her blood so special? Can she love both possessive brothers or become their shared toy? What future awaits Freya?

"Sign it."
His voice was cold, sharp as steel.
"Wait—there must be a mistake."
"Sign the damn papers," he said, his voice low and razor-edged.
I swallowed hard.
My father's threats echoed in my mind: If you don't, you'll never see your son again.
And I signed.
Elizabeth Harper was never meant to marry him. He was danger dressed in a tailored suit, wealth wrapped in silence, power masked by cold blue eyes.
A mistake, one signature in the wrong room, and now she's tied to Christian Reed, the ruthless billionaire known for destroying empires... including his own bloodline. She was supposed to be invisible, Obedient and disposable.

My Alpha was supposed to mark me as his Luna.
Instead, on our wedding day, he drugged me and tried to force the Mate Bond I had already rejected.
All because of her.
Riley was the girl my family raised after I was kidnapped as a child. When I was finally found, I thought I was going home.
I was wrong.
For years, my parents treated Riley as their precious daughter while I fought to earn a place in my own family. Even my Fated Mate, Alpha Liam, slowly fell under her influence.
After five years of waiting to become his Luna, I caught him kissing Riley just days before our wedding.
That was the end.
I broke our engagement and walked away.
But Liam refused to accept my rejection. My father called me unstable. My mother used Riley's so-called dying wish to manipulate me. Then Liam crossed the final line, trying to claim me against my will.
They thought I would eventually give in.
They forgot that I had survived being abandoned once before.
With my friends beside me and a mysterious man from my childhood returning to my life, I begin exposing Riley's lies and taking back everything my family stole from me.
Now Liam wants his Luna back.
But the woman he betrayed is no longer waiting to be chosen.
And the man who has returned may know more about my past than I ever imagined.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me.

Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows.

But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste.

The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex.

And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical.

I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too.

He has me, too.

For better or worse.

'Til death...

Desired by the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

"No. Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie. Say one truth. I dare you to tell me one truth."
"I love you."
"No, you don't. Say something else."
"I can't live without you."
"Shut up, you bastard. How can you say you love me when all you ever do is hurt me?"
He did not answer. He never did when she asked the one question that terrified them both: what happens when the man who ruined your life decides you are the only thing he cannot lose?
Leah Walsh made one mistake. Then she made it again. And again. Now she belongs to Aiden Kingston, caporegime of the city's most feared crime family, a man who treats her refusals like foreplay and her tears like proof of possession. His world is violence masquerading as devotion, chains disguised as safety. His enemies circle ever closer, knowing that the fastest way to destroy a predator is to steal his prey.
But Leah is discovering something dangerous. The line between captive and collaborator is thinner than she imagined, and crossing it may be the only way to survive.

What do you do when your husband betrays you and calls you worthless? I broke the bond, and made him watch as I became the Queen to four far better men.
"No matter who I take to this bed, you'll stay. Because without me, Evelynn, you are nothing."
My husband's words were a razor to my heart. For years, I was the perfect Luna. But every string has a snapping point.
"I reject you," I whispered, shattering the bond that defined my life. "Irrevocably. From this breath, I am nothing to you."
I thought I was free. Finally free.
But sweet freedom ended the second four wolves found me. Calder. Maddox. Jaxon. Rafe. My wolf howls for them. My body betrays me. And I don't know how long I can resist.
I ran from one Alpha only to be claimed by four. And this time, I'm not just a mate, I'm their Queen.
And they only have one word for me: "Ours."

Grace was a sweet and simple human whose world revolves around her family and their happiness. Everything was perfect in her life until he arrived in her town in search of his enemy. And then nothing remained PERFECT in her life from the moment his eyes landed on her. He wanted her. All of her. Either by hook or by crook.

When Rielle Morven is betrayed by her boyfriend and sold at an illegal werewolf auction to pay off his debts, she expects her life is over. But the male who buys her for five million dollars isn't a werewolf alpha... he's something far more dangerous.

Caspian Valdyr is a Lycan King with a reputation for violence and a hunger for control. He doesn't just want Rielle's body, he wants to claim her soul through an unbreakable mate bond that will tie them together forever.

But Rielle carries a secret in her blood that makes her worth more than gold to the wrong people. When a fifty-million-dollar bounty is placed on her head, Caspian must decide... return her to the monsters who want to breed her like livestock, or go to war to keep what he's claimed as his.

In a world where power is everything and mercy is weakness, Rielle discovers that being owned by a beast might be her only path to freedom.

But freedom comes with a price and Caspian's claiming bite will mark her as his for eternity.

One auction. One bite. One bond that will either save them both or destroy everything.

A fast-paced, high-heat dark romance featuring an obsessive anti-hero, a heroine discovering her hidden power, explosive chemistry, Kingdom building, a Hybrid Heir and absolutely no holding back.

She Got More Than She Bargained For…

Student Elizabeth works in a dead-end hotel job to make ends meet. But she dreams of a better life.
When she foolishly decides to shower in the penthouse bathroom of one of the hotel guests, it has consequences she did not expect.

A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance

Cursed. Hunted. Betrayed.

Maiveline Underwood’s life was destroyed the night her village turned on her family. Accused of witchcraft, she watched her father slaughtered, her brother taken, and herself thrown into a cave as a bloody sacrifice. But in the shadows of death, something far darker claimed her... an Alpha of terrifying power who marked her as his own.

Raised by adoptive parents, Maive grows up haunted by nightmares of blood and fire, and by the mysterious bite that brands her as belonging to a monster. When she enters Astrid University... a school ruled by werewolves... her mark is recognized, and whispers spread: she already belongs to an Alpha.

Drawn to the cold, dangerous Campus King, Maive’s heart spirals into forbidden love, even as enemies close in. When the truth unravels... that the man she loves is the Alpha King, the same beast who marked her... her world shatters. And when darkness strikes again, Maive will be forced to choose between love, survival, and a destiny she never asked for.

Because fate is cruel.
And some monsters never let go.