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For twelve centuries, the exiled vampire king waited for the prophecy foretold to restore his fallen power. But never expected the girl destined to save him to be the reincarnation of the wife he lost.

Anastasia has spent 18 years of her life beneath her grandmother's watchful eye, hidden from a world she never knew wanted her dead. Sheltered. Obedient. Ordinary – or so she believed.

And the illness slowly stealing her life is not just a disease. It is an awakening.

The man she has quietly loved from afar – the impossibly perfect, untouchable Mr. William – is not who she thought he was either.

He is older than memory. A king without a kingdom. A vampire betrayed by his own brother, stripped of his power, and exiled from the ancient realm of Umbralord centuries ago.

And Anastasia is the one prophecy foretold would restore what was

She knows what she is to him:

A prophecy. A key. A sacrifice.

Anastasia knows there is no escaping destiny . So she makes him an offer.

For six months. He was to date her. Love her. Not out of duty or pity, but as if she truly belonged to him.

What neither of them knows is that the heavens have always been cruel. She was the nemesis placed into his perfect life from the beginning.

Because Anastasia is the reincarnation of the mate William lost twelve centuries ago – the same woman whose death ignited a war that nearly destroyed an entire kingdom.

And this time, fate is not letting go.

He once served as a military commander, guarding the border for five years.
He hoped to finally reunite with his young daughter, only to find her brutally tortured by the mafia, nearly drained of blood.
His wife was also humiliated terribly by the gang leader.
The girl wept desperately, "Dad, where are you? Come save me!"
Burning with rage, he single-handedly eliminated the entire hostile force.
Confronted with pressure from noble clans and assassin groups, he sent out just one message.
Forces across the globe rushed to his aid at once.
Whoever harms the general's daughter shall pay with their life.

I had to claim Caleb tonight.

I had paid a six-figure premium to contract a high-level werewolf mate from the nation’s top "Fated Mates" agency. I had chosen him for his elite stats, the "absolute submission" guaranteed in his file, and most importantly, a face that could put any Hollywood A-lister to shame.

But over the last few months, things had completely derailed from my expectations.

He refused to let me touch him!

I have to figure out what's going on.

On the night of her wedding, Claire Donovan was framed, betrayed, and thrown into prison for a crime she didn’t commit. Her fiancé, Liam Carter, the man she loved, stood by and did nothing while her stepsister, Ava, took everything from her.

Three years later, Claire is back.

But she’s no longer the naive woman who once believed in love and loyalty. When ruthless billionaire Adrian Blackwood offers her a contract marriage—promising to help her destroy the people who ruined her—she accepts.

With Adrian’s power and influence, Claire re-enters the high society that cast her aside. Now, she’s the woman they fear, the bride they betrayed, and the one holding the strings. But as she plays the dangerous game of revenge, she realizes Adrian has secrets of his own—secrets that could shatter them both.

"I need an accident—one that looks fatal," I said calmly into the encrypted phone. "It's the only way to escape him."
Rumors swirl that this man—the underworld boss who controls half of Europe’s shadow economy—loves me beyond reason.
They say he defied his entire family for me. That this ruthless killer laid down his weapons just to cook me a meal.
For years, he made the world believe I was his one weakness—and even I almost believed it.
But instinct in a life-or-death moment doesn’t lie.
When bullets shattered the car window, he yanked the steering wheel on reflex—shielding my adopted sister in the passenger seat while leaving me, his wife, fully exposed to the hail of gunfire.
As I lay bleeding, desperately trying to protect our unborn child… he was busy cradling her in his arms.
While I endured everything for our future, he signed over the estate—the one he promised would be our retire place—to that lying sister.
That’s when I knew: some loves are just performances for the living.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I left behind a positive pregnancy test—six weeks along—and drove straight into the deep ocean, staging the most brutal finale right before his eyes.

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

BLURB
"You're the only one who can wake me. Now you'll carry my curse, and my crown."
When Aria Silverthorn's fiancé and stepsister publicly accused her of being Omega-born fraud, stripping her rank and dignity, she lost everything. Cast into the Forsaken Lands to die, she survived three months of hell—and desperation drove her to the forbidden Moonfall Crypt, where Alpha King Kael Nightfang has been entombed for five years.
The Council claims he died heroically. The truth? They poisoned him with wolfsbane silver, trapping him in death-sleep when he discovered their corruption.
When Aria touches his tomb seeking shelter, the impossible happens. He wakes—but only she can anchor him to life. Only her touch keeps him from slipping back into the void. Their bond is immediate, undeniable, and dangerous.
Kael should be dead. The Council made sure of it. For five years, his consciousness has been trapped between life and death, aware of every agonizing moment.
Until Aria.
She's his anchor. His prison. His salvation. And he's not letting her go, not when she's the key to his revenge and reclaiming his throne.
But their bond goes deeper than magic. They're true mates,a connection so rare it hasn't occurred in centuries. A bond the Council will kill to prevent, because true mates can challenge their entire corrupt system.

"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?

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

"Yes, yes."

The moans began to tear through my lips uncontrollably. I couldn't see his facial expressions in the dark, but I knew a smug smile was on his face and his hooded eyes were watching me.

His voice was low, "You like that? Do you like how I touch you like that? You like how I rub your clit with my finger like you're mine?"

I nodded my head continuously, moaning in pleasure, not sure how much longer I could wait before he had his member inside me. He thrusted his fingers in faster, and rubbed my clit with his other hand, "Yeah. Come on. I love the little moans you make when I'm teasing you."

I struggled to put the words together, "P-p-please stop teasing me. Put it in—" an outrageous cry, "I want to feel it so bad. I want to—"

A gasp escaped my lips as he slammed his dick in. My brain curled up like wilted leaves. I parted my legs even wider and he completely leaned into me. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He began thrusting. The thrust getting deeper and harder with each stroke. In me. Nonstop. I wrapped my feet around his back so he couldn't get away.


Travelling back to the town where she was born, Rebecca Lewis had a toe to toe argument with the most ruthless bastard in the city; little did she know that her not-so-clever act would put her in danger.

14 days. One mansion. One bed. One not-so-innocent man. What could go wrong?

“I prefer to be in the arms of other men who would treat me right than be with you anymore” she breathed out.
“How dare you” he yelled at her face while she stood her ground to him.
“What are you...”
Before she could finish her sentence, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her fiercely. He wrapped her legs around his waist leaving her back pinned to the wall as he deepened the kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss slowly kissing her neck in turn as his hand slid into her panties. His fingers fondled with her wet folds giving her shimmers of pleasure she had never felt.


Elaine, a beautiful young lady who had everything just found out that she had cancer and had about a year to live. Shattered by the news, she hid it from her family that maltreated only for them to realize the truth and cuss her out breaking her heart.In a bid to enjoy her life to the fullest, she had a one night stand with a man but to her greatest surprise, it turned out to be her husband.

Sophia never imagined her career as an investigative journalist would lead her straight to the altar.
When her stepsister goes missing under troubling circumstances, a shadow of suspicion looms over her family, thrusting Sophia into a precarious arranged marriage with Ricci Russo—a billionaire known for his relentless ambition and enigmatic presence. Ironically, Ricci is also the very subject of her next explosive exposé, a fact that complicates matters considerably.
Ricci, a shrewd and calculating financier, strikes a high-stakes deal that involves using the daughter of Gerald Williams as collateral. However, with the intended bride vanishing without a trace, he finds himself shackled to Sophia instead.
Unbeknownst to him, Sophia is not just a reluctant bride; she harbors her own agenda. With her sharp instincts and journalistic skills, she is determined to uncover the dark secrets hidden beneath Ricci's polished exterior.
Trapped in a marriage woven with deception and hidden motives, the two are pulled into a treacherous game filled with power struggles, whispered secrets, and forbidden desires that threaten to consume them both.
As the tension escalates and the lines between truth and deception blur, one looming question remains:
Will their forced union ignite a passion that transcends their circumstances, or will the heavy burden of their secrets lead to their ultimate unraveling?

"I don't know you, so why should I get into a contract with you?"

"I need to be close to your scent. All you have to do is sign."

Emily met the man who helped her a few days ago. But he could be a different person totally - a pervert that sneaked into women's bathrooms to see naked Emily. To save her father's life, Emily signed the contract which written Emily have to be beside him at all time. With Emily's assistance, Berton successfully completed the succession ceremony, and the two gradually developed feelings for each other during their time together. However, Emily suddenly heard that Berton was planning to marry another woman when she known she was pregnant. Emily has decided to leave pack and head to the human world.

As years pass, a chance invitation beckons her back to the very place she vowed to leave behind. Disguised and determined, Emily faces her past—but what awaits her return? In a world where status and bloodlines dictate the rhythm of life, can the love between an Alpha and an omega survive the dissonance of prejudice and ambition?

Laura once believed that losing her husband’s love would be the greatest pain she could ever endure.But when she wakes up in a strange dusty room, drenched in sweat and confusion, only to realize her baby is gone, her world collapses. A doctor tells her she is dying.
Meanwhile, her husband Julian, the Lycan King she trusted with her life, is nowhere to be found.
When Laura finally locates him at the pack hospital, he is standing beside Sarah, his first love, who has just given birth to his child.
Caught in a storm of betrayal, heartbreak and unanswered questions, Laura must uncover the truth behind her missing baby and the hidden loyalties within the pack. Above all, she must face one devastating reality: the man she gave everything to may never have been hers at all.


Julian. With a feral growl, he appeared out of nowhere, tackling the rogue to the ground. His movements were quick and lethal, and within moments, the rogue was dead. “Julian!” I cried, rushing to him as he staggered to his feet. But before I could reach him, his legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor. Blood pooled beneath him, staining his shirt. “No, no, no!” I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands hovering uselessly over his wounds. “Julian, stay with me!” His eyes fluttered open, and he gave me a weak smile. “Laura,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

In a world rebuilt by werewolves after the great battle where the human race was wiped off, peace was supposed to last forever.
A darkness is spreading across the land, giving strength to the rogues who once wandered alone. For the first time in centuries, rogues are banding together and creating armies. The High Council calls every Alpha to stand together, or fall apart.
Caius Vale, Alpha of the Nightwind pack, rules with sharp control and an iron will. He is ruthless, feared, and left alone.
Maeva Throne, Alpha of Silvermist, has clawed her way to the top of a hierarchy that never wanted her there and has proven that she deserves to be Alpha. She leads with instinct, loyalty, and fire.
When they meet at the Council’s gathering, the air itself trembles. One look, and their instincts collide, an undeniable bond neither of them wanted.
Caius demands her submission, the recognition he believes he’s owed as her fated mate, but Maeva has spent her whole life fighting to be seen as an Alpha and she won’t bow, not to the Council and not to him.
As the curse grows and rogue armies rise, power, pride, and desire blur into something neither Alpha can control.
And when the world begins to burn, only one truth remains, some battles are won by dominance and others, by surrender.

Surrendering To The Alpha is a quick witted, light hearted and steamy story about a girl named Kelsey who is rejected by her long time boyfriend and Alpha mate on her 18th birthday, Blake.
Kelsey is summoned to return for a check in with the Alpha after living in the human world, making the two face each other for the first time in five years. Secrets begin to leak out that Blake only rejected his one fated mate because his family had promised his hand in mating to a rival pack long ago.
Kelsey is shocked to hear from Blake’s father that due to the shortage of teachers in the pack, she may not be permitted to return to her life in the human world and soon after she finds herself face to face with her mate’s soon-to-be Luna.
Surrendering To The Alpha is a constant push and pull between the two mates with playful banter and scenes filled with temptation.
Things take a shocking turn when the Alpha’s chosen mate, Evelyn, is caught sleeping her with Beta. Alpha Blake takes this as an opportunity that he claims is his miracle from the Moon Goddess to reject the arrangement but quickly finds himself challenged for his pack by Evelyn’s father, the rival pack’s Alpha.

“Why did you buy me, especially for such a huge amount? There is no way you could possibly want me when I am carrying the child of another man. Wait…. You could not possibly want me because…” the last words remained stuck in Kyra’s throat. She swallowed thickly and dread curled in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the handsome face of a rumored ruthless Alpha Anton.


It is one thing to find your mate, it is another for your mate to want you back.

All of Kyra’s life, she has been the rejected one and thought that things would be different when she finally finds her mate. Except that the moon goddess is one who likes to play games, Kyra gets mated to the enemy of her pack, Tristan.

Kyra is shocked when her mate accepts her despite knowing she is the enemy's daughter, so she starts going out with him secretly, but that won’t last for long because she falls pregnant, and her father finds out about her escapades with Tristan.

Tristan rejects her in the presence of her father and denies their child, leaving Kyra broken-hearted. He was only with her to destroy her father because of the feud between both packs.

In anger, her father who has never cared for her decides to auction her off to the highest bidder.

Broken, pregnant and in shame, Kyra is sold off to Alpha Anton. Kyra has never left home all her life and the first time she does, it is with a stranger who bought her. Kyra looks on her future with dread, not knowing what it holds for a pregnant and rejected woman like her.

Sana is the student of IT (Information Technology). Or shall I say she was .

She can hack every device she wants but she never try to do it because the first time she did, she was in chaos people are still searching for her but with the name of "H King".After that she never tried hacking anything saying it will disturb others.

Leo is the most handsome man if you say almost every girl drol over him but he didn't give a shit .

But his life was lacking love which he realized after meeting his destiny.


Laura is the most intelligent yet clumsy girl if you ask . She is a chess player the most feared one.
She play chess online and she never use her name but her writing pin which is "H King".

No one has ever beated her in her game and so did he.

When She find out that two of her best friends are Working or more like have been captured by the Mafia she made a plan but , she was not successful and got captured by the most feared Italian Mafia Xerver.

Xerver is the most cruel man present on Earth or that's what people say about him .

He had Never imagined that he will marry some Muslim girl who will beat his heart and him in his on games.


Julie is the third one in them. She is older in her group of besties by a year.
From the beginning she has liked investigating and from a young age she has watched every criminal movie and show she can .

In a mission, she was shooted two to three times but a Mafia billionaire saved her on some circumstances.

She didn't know that he is a Russian Mafia King .

They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. They never said anything about his soul.

I was a culinary prodigy on the verge of global fame until my fiancé and my best friend murdered me with my own carving knife to steal my recipes. My last thought wasn’t of love, but of a burning vow: If I get a second chance, I will serve them their just deserts.

I got my wish.

I woke up not in a morgue, but in the body of an omega slave, Number 74, in the brutal, wolf-ruled kingdom of the Lunar Fang Pack. I was weak, worthless, and slated to die in the kitchens. But they didn’t know who they were dealing with. The soul of a master chef still burned within me.

When I poured my rage and my grief into a simple broth for a dying slave, I discovered a truth that would shatter this world: my emotions are ingredients. My cooking is magic. A stew made with spite can poison. A cake baked with defiance can empower.

Now, my unique gift has drawn the attention of the three most dangerous Alphas in the kingdom.

Emperor Kael, the cursed and ruthless Alpha King
ho woman, not just the weapon.

Commander Cassian, his stoic, lethal protector,

Prince Raze, the visiting rival Alpha

They think I’m a pawn in their game of thrones. A tool to be used and discarded.

They have no idea.

I was betrayed for my recipes once. I’ll be damned if I let a trio of Alphas do it again. My menu is set, and this time, the main course is revenge.

The only question is: which of these powerful wolves will be the first to take a bite?

Betrayed and sacrificed during a dungeon raid, Vaelith Drakar awakens as the last Dungeon Core, a forbidden existence capable of creating monsters and building an underground kingdom.

Hunted by humanity and the Holy Dominion, he must grow stronger while uncovering the truth behind an ancient war erased from history.
But as betrayal, loss, and revenge consume him, Vaelith slowly becomes the very monster the world fears most.

They say that the eyes are the mirror to the soul, but his eyes were cold and dark. Atlas Drakov is a known killer, the ruthless and calculated leader of the Italian Mafia. Aleara Davis is an introverted American girl who would rather have her nose down in a book then interact with people at the best of times. When, by force their worlds collide, they are made to endure each other's company, turning each others worlds upside down.

So fucking deep inside me! I love your big cok! It fills me up so gooood!”
“You like that? You like that? Huh? Feeling my tight pussy squeezing your fucking big dik?”
“So good! So good! You’re making me cum so hard!”
You know, shit like that.
Sam rode herself to three screaming orgasms, climaxes I can’t take much credit for. I just sort of lay there and let her use me like a living dildo. My greatest contribution to that round was simply my ability to NOT bust my nut, and the primary reason for that accomplishment was Belle sucking a load out of me before dinner, right after I’d agreed to let her come watch. But I couldn’t last forever, not with a gorgeous girl gyrating against my groin saying erotic shit like that and bending over every now and again to smother my face with her massive breasts. So when my neck muscles got tense, and when I started clenching my teeth in an effort to hold on just a little longer, Sam grinned and glanced over at Belle.
"You wanna see him blow a massive load all over my big tits?”

A Virgin high school teenager is the 'safe' guy friends for six beautiful, busty babes. The girl flirt and tease him, but aren't going to ruin their friendships by crossing the line of physical intimacy. But then one day, things start to change.

The story follows the intertwining lives of Elizabeth Taylor, an ambitious fashion designer, and Gregorio Cortez, the middle son of the powerful Cortez family. Elizabeth dreams of making a name for herself in the fashion world, while Gregorio, heir to the Cortez empire, is trying to keep his life and family intact amidst a growing danger: a ruthless serial killer targeting his loved ones.

After a passionate, unexpected night together, Elizabeth discovers she's pregnant with Gregorio's child. Despite their differences, Gregorio cannot let her go and begins to embrace the idea of becoming a father. But as the killer targets Elizabeth and her unborn child, Gregorio is thrust into a deadly game where he must protect his new family at all costs. With lives on the line and a race against time, Gregorio’s resolve is tested as he battles both an unseen enemy and the dark secrets threatening to tear them apart.

My back arched, giving him more access to my skin. My core throbbed. And my breath escaped through me in harsh raggedness.

“Trey,” I managed to say, hoarse, trembling. “Trey…”

“Speak…” he ordered, his voice muffled against my neck. His hands slipped into my jacket, finding my hardened nipple beneath the soft woolen shirt I wore. No bra. “Speak.”

He squeezed, sucking more aggressively at my neck now. “Speak, Feyre!”

“We shouldn’t.”

Trey stiffened at my words, his lips stilling against my skin. His breath was warm, ragged, uneven—like he was barely holding himself together. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled away, his lips dragging against my skin until they were gone entirely. The absence was immediate. Cold. Aches bloomed where he had been only moments before.

His hands moved to the blindfold, and in one swift, deliberate motion, he yanked it off. The sudden light made me blink rapidly, disoriented. His face was close, impossibly close, his dark, smoldering eyes locking onto mine. I barely had time to process the intensity in his gaze before his lips crashed against mine again—harder this time, more demanding.

He kissed me like he was trying to claim me, like he wanted to erase any hesitation I had left. My lungs burned as he stole my breath, leaving me gasping against him. When he finally broke away, our foreheads pressed together, I was left panting, my chest heaving against his.

A lost kingdom’s child. A rejected wolf. And a man who would burn the world for her.

This time, she wasn’t running. This time, she was ready to fight.

18+ only. Contains mature themes
Adeline’s world gets flipped upside down when a neighbouring Alpha takes over her pack. He’s ruthless, rumors being said that he even killed his father for the Alpha position, yet Adeline can’t help but drop to her knees whenever he’s nearby.
Convinced that Alpha Jaxon has been cursed by the Moon Goddess to never have a true mate due to his violent history, he takes a compatible mate of choice instead, a woman who's strong enough to help lead the pack, unlike Adeline who looks meek at the first sight. However, Adeline discovers there’s more than lust pulling her to Alpha Jaxon. How will she be able to resist?


“I’m not sure if that’s how one should greet their Alpha”, he uttered inches away from my lips.
I paused for a second in an attempt to compose myself, adrenaline free flowing, as my wolf and I took in the comfort of being so close to him again. “Hmm, that may be true except you aren’t my Alpha yet”, I challenged him back in a seductive tone that came off naturally. Our faces were so close together that the warmth of our breaths was clashing, I so badly wanted him to give in and close the distance between us.
“You feel that, don’t you? Your wolf is squealing inside to have me mark you… right… here…”, Jaxon nipped at my neck ever so lightly. I felt as if my legs were about to let out under me at any second.
He moved his hand just under my sweater on my back pulling me closer into his hardness while his other hand glided across the side of my face, caressing my jaw softly. Crisp electric sparks shot through my body at his touch, “Shh Adeline, soon I’ll have you completely submitting to me. You’ll be begging your Alpha to stretch that tight, wet pussy and fill it entirely”, lowering his hand and lightly swiping between my legs.

“You think you can walk away, bella mia?”
Melo’s voice was low, dangerous, his fingers curling under her chin. “You signed your father’s debt with your name. That makes you mine.”
Isabella met his cold, gray eyes, refusing to look away. “You can own my body, Melo Rossi,” she whispered, “but you’ll never own my heart.”
His smirk was sharp enough to cut. “We’ll see about that.”

When her father’s debt binds her to a merciless mafia boss, Isabella Bianchi becomes the reluctant bride of Carmelo Rossi—a man feared for his cruelty and desired for his power.

Trapped in his world of danger and temptation, Isabella fights to keep her heart untouched. Can she escape the man who owns her fate—or will she fall for the monster she’s learned to fear?

"I didn't marry you because I love you, but because I was forced by my father to do so, so you have to keep your distance from me, So here and now, I, Melvin Zest from the Peking pack reject you, Audrey, from the mekreh pack as my mate!!"

Audrey had lived her life like a prisoner in her own pack. Her greedy father never loved her, all he wanted was to be rich and powerful, and to achieve that he gave all his daughters for marriage to rich and unknown packs. Now it was Audrey's turn, she was getting married to someone she knows nothing about
Melvin, a ruthless Alpha who had always turned his dark side to women, was forced by his father to get married; he chose a girl, from a far kingdom. His twin brother pretended to love her just to get to his brother. Because of jealousy both slowly fell in love with her

Who would she choose?
Will she forgive them for both rejecting her?
How would both brothers be?

She thought it was love. But was it really a love or his TRAP. He was thirsty for revenge, drowned in hatred. His heart was dead, only hatred left in him. She brings the spark of solace in his dark world unaware about the tornado that will ruin her life. He was a burning flame and she was an ice. His deep eyes held so many secrets while her eyes held pure innocence and fear; Fear of him. He wants nothing but revenge and she is going to be his trump card. She loved a monster in human disguise.
When she learns about his dirty game plans she tries to escape from his territory. But, will he let her go away? NO. He is so obsessed with her that he will go to the extent even if it means to cage her, with or without her will.

"You are MINE Shanaya, you can't escape, this is my world and I rule here" Avyaansh
"Please don't hurt me" Shanaya

A tale of Love, Lies and Heartbreak.
Why does Avyaansh want revenge? Why is he using Shanaya? What hidden secret still needs to come out. Will he ever realize his love for her? Or will she ever be able to forgive him?

Derek Chen—a forty-year-old, overweight, balding photographer—has hit rock bottom. Fired by his boss Morgan and humiliated by supermodel Mia Harrington, he's left homeless, bitter, and consumed by rage. His descent into depravity began long before: secretly filming women, groping assistants, nursing a festering hatred of the world that rejected him.

But one drunken night in a Los Angeles park changes everything.

When Derek stumbles upon Mia—passed out, vulnerable, and alone after discovering Morgan's infidelity—he seizes his chance. What begins as a brutal assault transforms into something far more twisted when Mia witnesses Morgan's betrayal firsthand. Shattered by her boyfriend's cruelty and trapped by Derek's blackmail footage, the nineteen-year-old icon makes a choice that will destroy them both: she submits.

Now Derek holds the leash—literally. Mia Harrington, the world's most desired woman, has become his collared pet, his willing slave, his instrument of revenge. And Morgan? He'll watch it all unfold.

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

When I woke up, I was locked at a round table, surrounded by four strangers.

A masked clown said: "Tonight there are only four gifts. The extra person... who could it be?"

The clown invited us to play a game.

The rules were simple—Liar's Poker.

Liars die. Those successfully challenged also die.

In the first round, the tattooed brute beside me lost and was dragged into the "Meat Grinder Ferris Wheel."

I heard the sound of his bones being crushed by gears.

The clown wiped blood from his hands, laughing: "Children who lie must be punished, you know~"

"Did you enjoy the game Penny prepared for you all?"

The moment he uttered "Penny's" name, everyone's faces broke out in cold sweat, because she had been dead for three years.

And everyone present... including me...

Remembered clearly.

I'm a folklorist. Folk traditions are my field.
At first, I thought it was just an ordinary rhyme, a scrap of oral history set to a tune.
"A rag doll in the mire, swinging high up to the sky..."
We all thought it was just a prank.
Until the first person drowned in the bog. Then the second fell from a tower crane. Then the third somehow drowned in a bathtub.
I stared at the black symbol surfacing on the back of my hand.
And then I saw the dean—the one who was supposed to be dead—standing outside my dorm window in a long black dress, smiling at me with impossible tenderness...

I am originally of royal vampire bloodline.
But because of one sentence from my adoptive father, I hid in the human world for decades.
The Church called me a "filthy heretic" because vampire blood flowed in my veins.
Yet they burned a blind girl to death, her crime being that she "couldn't see."
They burned an old blacksmith to death, his crime being that he wanted to learn medicine.
They burned a young mother to death, her crime being that she refused to be violated by the captain of the holy knights.
Bathed in holy light, I realized for the first time—
The demons... are in the light.

On the third day of the apocalypse, I was bitten by a zombie while saving a child and was abandoned outside the camp by everyone, left to die.

Three years later, I became the legendary "Masked Monster," secretly protecting those who had betrayed me.

They nailed me to a cross, preparing for a public execution.

Until the Corpse King invaded.

I tore through my chains and charged into certain death, all to protect a girl who still remembered my name.

She raised her gun with tears streaming down her face, aiming at my head.

We had earned countless merits in war.

I could crush refined steel with my bare hands. My comrades could manipulate metal, hack electronic devices, and phase through concrete walls.

But what was the price?

Bone calcification, organ failure, every breath feeling like swallowing razor blades.

Ever since we broke into that laboratory,

For seventy years, we've been hiding in the gutters like rats, barely surviving.

Until my comrade was strapped to an experiment table once again.

I wasn't supposed to see it. Mom's phone, unlocked on the kitchen counter—a mirror selfie in black lace, her "After Dark Society" group chat blowing up with creampie vids and gangbang confessions. Vivienne—that was her handle. My straight-laced teacher mom, spilling secrets to sluts like Rain, Mei, and the Sterling twins.

Curiosity? Or something darker? I created Celeste. Fake wife, fake pics. Infiltrated her world. Watched her evolve from heartbroken widow to cock-hungry queen, drugging hubby fantasies turning real while Dad rotted in prison for embezzlement.

Months in: her posts got filthier. "Fucked my son's classmate in his bed while he slept." Wyatt, my neighbor buddy. Then Aunt Rina caught me jerking to it all—blackmailed me into her fist in a beach stall, popping my cherry while Mom rode the resort manager live on iPad.

Now? Penthouse bound, wrists tied. Mom—Lauren—smirks down. "Knew it was you, baby. Punishment? Watch Mommy get triple-teamed. Then... everything's yours."

Her phone dings. Three studs at the door. "Loves seeing holes wrecked, boys. Make my pervert son beg."

No escape. The line's crossed. I'm not her son anymore—I'm her audience. And I crave the show.

My fingers slipped into my undergarments... I was on Sandor's bed, but I wasn't thinking of Sandor... the man I hated. Massimo, my boyfriend's brother.
He was never supposed to exist in my story. I was supposed to marry the man I loved and live a perfect life. But Massimo appeared out of nowhere, and my body betrayed me the moment he did. I touched myself while thinking of him, aching for a man who never once looked at me... not even once.
Valeria had been with her boyfriend for years, and at last, the day of their wedding arrived. Nervous, overwhelmed, and ready to say I do, she walked down the aisle—only to find her groom missing.
In his place stood his dangerously irresistible brother.
The man she had fantasized about more times than she could count.
Faced with desire, betrayal, and a choice that could destroy everything, Valeria must decide:
Will she marry the man standing at the altar or walk away from the wedding—and her fate—forever?

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

In the shadow of small-town whispers and a barren womb, Susan Hart faces the ultimate shame: three years married to Greg, no baby in sight. His weak seed confirmed by doctors, the family fortune hangs by a thread—no heir, no inheritance.

Desperate, she turns to the men who can deliver: rugged father-in-law Frank, with his grizzled stamina, and ripped brother-in-law Jake, Lily's fertile stud. What starts as a whispered plea in the bathroom escalates to raw kitchen poundings, warehouse fistings, and father-son tag-teams amid crates of grain.

"Family first," they growl, flooding her fertile depths. But Greg's rage simmers, Lily's suspicions sharpen, and Susan's body betrays her with shattering orgasms. One load could save her marriage—or shatter the Hart dynasty forever.

Will the breeding pact bind them in ecstasy... or bury them in scandal?

“Sheridan, Link gave me hope to live this past year. I’m pregnant with his child now. He’s been malnourished since he was a baby. Could you be a little more generous and give him half of your food?”

"To quell the rumors, give him the commander's authority as well! Consider it proof of your tolerance, and that way everyone will accept our family of three!"

Looking at my fiancée, who was heavily pregnant and had a saintly glow on her face, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

Five years of entrusting each other with life and death have resulted in this scene.

Alright, I'll grant your wish.

Without arguing or making a scene, I readily signed the power transfer agreement, removed my epaulets, and walked without looking back into the underground forbidden zone that everyone feared.

There, a crazy witch with a morbid possessiveness toward me is imprisoned.

Sylvia thought that after I relinquished power, I would only be able to kneel in the mud like a stray dog and watch them be affectionate.

But she had no idea that I was the one who had the safety net for her throughout the entire city!

After losing my protection, the system completely crashed within a few days.

That freeloader completely dropped his pretense, not only beating her half to death with domestic violence, but also attempting to invade her private space.

When she crawled to the gate of the restricted area covered in blood, crying and begging me for forgiveness and to save her life.

I was being held in the arms of that aloof witch, watching the pretty boy who had come looking for me:

"The experiment actually spoke, darling..."

I disguised myself as a cripple, just wanting to give the deaf-mute Emma a home.
But a werewolf cut her hand, saying they'd sell her to a pervert club.
I crushed the werewolf young master's wrist.
I thought endurance would always see me through, until I watched the boss who took me in get beaten to death on his knees to keep my identity hidden. In that moment, Chicago's sky turned blood-red from my rage.

"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's splitting me from behind!" Chloe screamed, braced against the coffee table, ass arched high as Victor's massive shaft speared her sopping pussy. Her walls clenched greedily, piss and squirt still dripping from her last orgasm, staining his soaked suit pants. The bulge in her belly reformed with every brutal thrust—slap, slap—balls smacking her clit.

"Greedy whore, pissing all over Daddy's Armani? This tight cunt's milking me like it owns my load," Victor snarled, yanking her hair to arch her back sharper. His fingers dug into her hips, pounding deeper, veins scraping her raw folds. "Beg for it, baby girl. Tell Daddy you're his piss-soaked fucktoy."

Chloe bucked back wildly, tits dragging the glass, drool pooling beneath. "Yes! Chloe's Daddy's nasty piss-slut! Fuck my wrecked pussy harder—breed your daughter! Ahh, it's too deep—gonna cum again!" Her voice cracked, thighs quaking as fresh squirt erupted, soaking his thighs.

He spun her mid-thrust, slamming her against the wall—legs hooked over his arms, impaled fully. "Look at you—ruined and begging. Say it: you're knocked up for Daddy someday." His hips jackhammered, tip battering her cervix.

"Pregnant... for you, Daddy! Fill me!" Chloe wailed, nails raking his neck, pussy convulsing in endless spasms. But as ropes of cum flooded her womb, she realized—the addiction had crossed into breeding territory, no turning back. His seed leaked down her thighs, promising consequences.

He fell in love with her at the very first sight. She is a sassy, rich and arrogant spoiled brat. He is very calm and understanding. She is an extrovert. He is an introvert. She is careless and rude. He is caring and kind. She is bold and he is shy.
When there was a chance they could be together he chose to love her from afar.
The interesting part is he didn't confess his love to her but she did. Everything was fine now. But then something happened and she broke his heart.
After five years their paths crossed. The pain she gave him he felt again, and now he wants to take revenge on her.
He left no choices for her except to obey him.
Will he be able to forgive her?
She still loves him and he always does but both of them never want to understand their feelings.
Will they be able to fall in love again with each other?

"Jake? You sick fuck. Paid for this? His hands inside me?"

Sophia's voice cracked over the intercom, her oiled ass clenching around the masseur's pumping fingers. Live feed burned: her thighs quaking, pussy gushing slick down the table edge. I gripped the chair arms white-knuckled, cock straining—half rage, half blaze.

"Babe... yeah. Full service. Watch you cum harder," I rasped into the mic, voice raw. "Tell him—deeper or stop?"

Tech's eyes flicked to the camera, smirking as he curled two fingers inside her, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, moan ripping free. "Fuck... don't stop. Deeper—wreck me. Jake, you watching? Perverted cuck."

"Every thrust," I growled. "His fingers owning your tight pussy. Bigger rush than mine?"

Her head snapped up, doe eyes locking the hidden lens—pure fury melting to feral hunger. "Hell yes. Stretch me wider. Tell him flip me—fuck me raw while you beg."

Tech froze, glancing my way. My nod sealed it. "You heard her. Pound my girl. Make her scream your name."

He flipped her prone—tits spilling free, legs splayed wide. Cock out, thick and veined, he notched her dripping folds. "Ready to cum for a stranger, Sophia?"

"Do it," she hissed, hips grinding up. "Show Jake what he's missing."

He slammed home—her wail echoing both rooms. Relationship shattered. Door to real breeding? Kicked wide open.

Deep in the Appalachian Mountains, there stands a Gothic manor.

That is where my family lives.

Every twenty years, we invite an "outsider"—a man not of our blood—to be our guest. They all share one thing in common: each is steeped in wickedness.

Ron was the eighteenth. And he was the key to whether I would successfully shed my skin.

He believed he had come only to inherit a fortune.

He did not know that the altar in the basement was already prepared.

And our family's tradition is to awaken the blood of Lamia within us—

using the heart of the wicked.

I am a monster, and I have been hiding in the shadows for twelve years.

In the apocalypse, she turned into a zombie. Those who had previously admired and respected her fled, and even the scientific research she had dedicated half her life to used her as a new experimental subject.

But I was happy about it. I put an exquisite collar on her, wrapped the chain around her neck, and led her home.

When she smells my scent, her eyes gradually redden, her chains rattle, and her golden hair turns snow-white, making her look like a beautiful elf.

"Don't bite yet, senior, be good."

The zombie's instincts seemed to make her constantly avoid getting close to me.

"Damn zombie instincts, how dare they defile my senior's body."

我躺在那里，脸埋在妈妈那破烂的阴部黏稠的残骸里，她疲惫的身体像被征服的战利品一样瘫坐在我身上。房间里弥漫着精液、粪便和汗水的臭味——我们的宿舍兄弟们早已离开，笑得前仰后合。索菲的大腿在我耳边颤抖，浓密的阴唇还在抽动，把群交鸡尾酒渗到我嘴唇上。心跳加速，我僵住了。她看见我看着那场肮脏的节目——她那精英律师的伪装破碎了，沦为室友们喝尿、舔屁股的荡妇。

“嗯......伊桑？”她的声音哽咽，喉咙交欢后沙哑，呼吸热烈地吹在我额头上。没有愤怒——只有带着羞愧的欲望。“宝贝......你尝过所有的......通过我。舔得更深。妈妈现在需要她的乖孩子。”

操。界限模糊了。咬紧牙关逃跑？还是直接跳进去，抢先吃到的？她的臀部磨蹭着，强迫我的舌头进入。无处可逃。这就是我们的新地狱——天堂。

My uncle has a hunting cabin in Alaska. Every December, I stay there for a few days.

This year he wasn't there—left me the keys.

When I walked in, I noticed there was a new deer head mount above the fireplace.

Not a whitetail deer. A moose. Very large.

But I noticed its eyes weren't made of glass.

Those two eyeballs looked... too real.

The pupils even contracted in the light.

I texted my uncle asking when he'd shot this moose.

He replied: "What moose?"

I looked at the mount again.

Its lips moved slightly.

Not the rise and fall of breathing, but... trying to form a word.

“I’m a damn Duchess...Well...Sort of”


Alexandra Batiste is a strong willed young woman who just graduated from high school. She never made friends in school despite being breathtakingly beautiful and had a charming personality. She never understood everyone's natural aversion to her until she found out the secret her family had kept from her. Will this secret threaten to ruin her life or will it set her on a path to destiny where love and danger lie?

Alexandra Batiste just lost the love of her life to another because of the choices others made. She chooses to go to another realm in search of a new life and a way to escape her old one. Will her own choices lead her back to Lucien and Vellum, the realm she holds dear to her heart? Will she find and confront the one who she must seek out and heal their dark heart? Choices will lead her to her fate but she must battle the influence of others to get to where she needs to be.