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I died wearing his mark. A barren wife. A discarded toy. A fool who bled for a man who fucked my sister while I suffered the pain of being called infertile.

The day I caught my Alpha buried between her thighs—his fangs marking her where mine should’ve been. And when I uncovered a secret that could destroy him, they shot me dead.

But death didn’t stick.

The Moon Goddess sent me back—dripping with fury and vengeance—to the day he proposed. Back to when I should’ve laughed in his face and walked away.

This time? I’ll play the perfect Luna. Wear his ring. Moan his name. Let him fuck me raw, thinking I’m still his.

But every kiss is poison. Every sigh, a lie. Every time he cums inside me, I’ll pretend it’s him I’m coming for. While he’s lost in the heat of my body, I’ll smile—because his empire is already crumbling in my hands.

But my revenge doesn’t end with him. There’s the rival Alpha who’s always watched me with dark, possessive eyes. The one who wants to ruin my husband as much as I do.

So I’ll offer him a deal: Use me. Let me use you. Help me break him, and I’ll let you do much more. You can touch me. Claim me. Bite me where my husband’s mark once was.

I’ll ride him in the shadows, let him growl my name while we tear my husband’s world apart.

But here’s the truth, Alpha: You think I’m yours? Darling, I’m nobody’s.

And when the final strike comes—when my husband chokes on his own blood—I’ll be the one smiling down at him. Let him die loving me. Let him die hard.

Revenge so sweet, it’s filthy.

I heard a suppressed moan of ecstasy coming from my twin sister's room, but it was my husband’s voice growling her name.

My heart froze. I pushed the door open, and my world shattered. There, tangled in the sheets, was Sophia, my own sister, wrapped intimately in the arms of Nelson—the man I called my mate.

He looked at me with cold, indifferent eyes, not even bothering to cover his nakedness. “He loves me, Nora, not you,” Sophia sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “I saved him. I was supposed to be his Luna. You just stole him.”

I fell to my knees, clutching my stomach as a searing pain shot through me. “I, Nelson, Alpha of Red Moon Pack, reject you, Nora, as my mate.”

The bond snapped like a brittle thread. Weakness washed over me as blood began to flow down my legs, soaking my dress red. I was miscarrying… our child, the secret I had come to tell him. As darkness consumed me, I whispered one last prayer: “Moon Goddess, avenge me.”


Nora was the perfect Luna, but her mate, Alpha Nelson, rejected her for her own twin sister, Sophia, leaving her to die in agony along with their unborn child. But death was not the end. The Moon Goddess granted Nora a second chance at life—but with a cruel twist. Nora wakes up in the body of Becky Stone, the daughter of the rival pack's Alpha, who murdered her parents.

Now trapped in the body of her enemy and forced into an arranged marriage with the ruthless and terrifying Alpha Ethan, Nora must navigate a dangerous web of lies. She is no longer the weak wolf who died for love. She is out for blood. As she plots her revenge against Nelson and Sophia, she finds herself in a dangerous game of seduction with her new husband, Ethan. Will she destroy those who betrayed her? And can she resist the dark, possessive love of the Alpha she was forced to marry?

Mira thought she had everything, a mate who completed her, a pack that accepted her, and a future bright with promise. But on the night of her Luna ceremony, her world shattered when she discovered her husband, Alpha Kade, tangled in the arms of her stepsister, Delilah.

For three years, Delilah had played the perfect sister, the loyal friend. But like the biblical temptress she was named after, she'd been weaving a trap all alongto steal Mira's mate, her position, and her life.

Broken and humiliated, Mira accepts the divorce Kade throws at her feet. She vanishes into the night, carrying a secret that could change everything. But the Moon Goddess has other plans. When Mira returns two years later, she's no longer the weak, trusting girl who left. She's powerful, dangerous, and has caught the attention of Zane the ruthless Alpha King who's never wanted a mate.

Now Kade realizes what he's lost, and he'll do anything to win her back. But Mira isn't interested in second chances. She wants revenge. And in a world where wolves play for keeps, she's about to show them all that a woman scorned is deadlier than any Alpha.

Some betrayals can't be forgiven. Some hearts can't be unbroken. And some wolves... should never be crossed.

Twenty-one-year-old Iris Kane thought she was just another college student until gunmen stormed her campus. Now she's hiding in the last place the FBI would look—the mansion of Alessandro "Alex" Torrino, heir to Chicago's most dangerous crime family. At forty-two, Alex is everything she should fear: cold, ruthless, and powerful enough to make people disappear with a phone call. But when bullets start flying and enemies close in, the man twice her age becomes her only protection. What starts as a desperate lie for survival ignites into a passion that could destroy them both. Because Iris isn't just any girl seeking shelter—she's the secret daughter of FBI Director Robert Kane, the man who's been hunting Alex's family for twenty years. In a world where love is weakness and trust gets you killed, their forbidden romance is the deadliest secret of all.

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

MPREG Romance
“No, I don’t want this… I don’t want you.”

Even as the words left his mouth, Ronan's hands moved without his command, his fingers curling into Dimitri’s linen shirt, as if pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.

Dimitri's hand moved instinctively to the back of Ronan’s neck, pulling him forward, and as their lips brushed, Dimitri felt something raw and primal surge through him.

“I can’t… stop. What is this feeling, Ronan?”

He had to claim him. And there was nothing either of them could do to stop it now.


When a looming human threat forces vampires and werewolves into a fragile alliance, vampire prince Dimitri DeLacroix is arranged to wed Selene Steele, the powerful daughter of the werewolf envoy.

But when Selene vanishes on the eve of the union, she leaves behind chaos. With the treaty hanging by a thread, her brother Ronan steps forward to take her place.

Now, two powerful leaders are bound in a union neither wants. And an ancient law demands they consummate their bond or risk breaking the pact and reigniting the war.

As sparks fly and tempers flare, desire takes root in their reluctant connection. But just as walls begin to crumble between them, Ronan is faced with a truth that shakes him to the core: he is an omega, and he is carrying Dimitri’s child.

Caught between passion and politics, Dimitri and Ronan must navigate a treacherous path. For their unborn child carries a power that could unite or destroy their world.

Her mate chose her sister.
Her family chose lies.
Her Alpha chose exile.

Novalyn lost everything the night betrayal carved her out of the only life she’d ever known. Now, she lives in solitude, pouring her rare healing gift into the animals on her farm, far from the cruelty of packs and mates.

But fate isn’t finished with her.

Lazarus, the feared young Alpha, crashes into her world, dangerous, tattooed, and relentless. He’s nothing like the mate who broke her, and yet the bond that sparks between them threatens to undo all the walls she’s built.

Desire pulls them together.
Their attraction is instant. Their passion, explosive. But desire isn’t enough when enemies close in, lies resurface, and the past threatens to shatter them both. Secrets drive them apart. And when her past returns with blood on its hands, Novalyn must decide: trust the bond, or be destroyed by it.

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James Smith disappeared for five years and suddenly returned.

In the eyes of his fiancée Evelyn Thorne, James is just a scarred drifter.

At a charity gala in New York, just as Evelyn is about to announce the annulment of her engagement to James.

Suddenly, the Four Great Consortiums of New York, along with hundreds of billionaires present, all rise to their feet and bow respectfully toward the man standing behind Evelyn.

It turns out James, his true identity is...

Aria Blackwood thought rejection was the worst pain she'd ever know—until her own family sold her to the Blood Moon rogues to settle their gambling debts. Cast out by Alpha Dominic Thorne, the mate who called her "unremarkable," she's now a slave in the most savage pack in the territories. But when starvation and torture push her to the brink of death, something ancient wakes inside her: a blood ability the Elders outlawed centuries ago, capable of controlling wolves through their very essence.

As Aria's forbidden power grows, she transforms from victim to predator. The rogues who bought her now kneel at her command. Word spreads across pack lands of a blood witch rising in the shadows—and Dominic realizes his "unremarkable" mate has become the weapon every Alpha fears and every enemy covets. Now he's at her door, desperate to reclaim what he threw away.

But Aria is no longer the girl who begged for his love. She's building an empire in the darkness, protected by Cade Winters—the rogue Alpha who owns her contract but treats her like a queen. And when Dominic demands she come home, Aria must decide: accept the mate who destroyed her, embrace the rogue who saved her, or forge her own path as the most dangerous wolf alive.

Some rejections are blessings in disguise. This one created a monster.

In 1932 Paris, "half-breed" is a slur, but "unprecedented" is a target.

Celeste Moreau spent eighteen years believing her biggest mystery was why her Fae father walked out on her. She lived a quiet life in the 6th arrondissement, watching her mother use "small magic" to keep the winter pipes from bursting. But at her mother’s wedding to a Fae aristocrat, Celeste doesn't just catch the bouquet—she shatters the ancient binding stones with a power that shouldn't exist.

Now, she’s being hauled off to L'Academie des Courants, a hidden academy in the Loire Valley for "containment". Her escort? Lucien Vael—her new stepbrother, a man so beautiful he’s a threat, and the only person in the room who didn't look surprised when she broke the world.

At the academy, everyone has a plan for her:

The Mentor: A professor whose kindness feels like a trap.

The Rival: A cousin who prefers institutional ruin over open hostility.

The Regent: A nameless power who has been waiting for a girl with Celeste's blood for a very long time.

Lucien calls her "sister" in front of the nobility, but he’s been watching her since before they were family. Celeste needs to find out what he knows before the people "invested" in her future decide she's too dangerous to have one.

The stones are already cracked. If Celeste can’t control the light in her veins, she’ll be the next thing to break.

Paris is burning. The Academy is waiting. Discover the secret of the 6th Arrondissement.

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that I wasn’t an omega, I wanted to call off this pretense, but I was weak. Too weak to even utter another word.

He heaved a deep sigh before he continued, now facing everyone present at the ceremony. “It's official, I, Beta Damien of the Dark Moon Pack, hereby reject my mate in the presence of everyone, and I kindly ask that my king put an end to this ceremony,” he said in a loud voice before pulling Ruby into a kiss right in front of me.

His words hit me like a jagged lightning bolt, I’ve just been rejected by my mate, and in front of the whole pack, tears streamed down my face as I stared at Ruby and Damien as they made their way through the crowd.

I was reborn on the exact night my guardian, Caleb, was consumed by a drug-induced rut.

This time, I didn't hesitate. I dialed his fated Luna directly. "Your Alpha is in rut. You have ten minutes to come collect him."

In my past life, I loved the Alpha who took me in. I gave him everything when he needed it most, throwing myself into the fire just to save him, even bearing his pup.

But that same night, his precious "white moon"—Selena—went out for a walk, only to be dragged away and slaughtered by rogues.

She had mind-linked him thirty-three times before she died. But he was with me, delivering our baby, and he blocked her out.

For that, my reward was a silver collar piercing my scent glands in the cold dungeons. I was forced to watch my baby die in agony, my last sight in this world being Caleb’s eyes, filled with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"If you hadn't refused to call Selena that night, if you hadn't been such a whore begging for my bed, she would never have died."

"You and this bastard pup... the world is cleaner with you both dead."

I blinked, and the nightmare shattered. I was back. Back to the exact night the aphrodisiac triggered his rut.

When the vaccine turned into a deadly virus, the dead rose with blood-red eyes. Marcus lost his lover in the apocalypse, discovered the dark conspiracy behind the zombie hordes. From a desperate survivor to a cold hunter, he burns for revenge and fights to save the last of humanity in the ruined world.

Seven years ago, Alpha Matthew's fiancée Elvira ran off with another alpha. I was just his assistant back then, harboring a secret crush but never imagining we could be together.

That night I picked him up from the bar. He was drunk and had been drugged. One night later I was pregnant, and Matthew became convinced I was the one who drugged him, that I'd schemed my way into becoming his luna. He hated me, but still gave me the title of secret mate. No mating ceremony, just a contract. My son and I lived in the guest wing of his estate for seven years.

Last night he drunkenly spun Liam around in circles. My son thought he was finally being accepted. But I heard the name Matthew was murmuring—Elvira. She was coming back, with her son.

I held my transfer request to the Eastern Region. This time, we're done waiting.

After she watched her mom die due to negligence from the very people she had worked tirelessly for, her only goal became to watch Vincent Crost crumble.

She did not care who she had to destroy to make that happen.

Harper Davis built his life on his own terms—until an age-old blood pact upends everything. Bound by his grandfather’s promise, Harper is forced into an arranged marriage with Ethan Reynolds, the icy CEO of Reynolds Enterprises.
To Harper, it’s a betrayal of freedom. To Ethan, it’s just another business transaction.

But Harper isn’t the obedient spouse Ethan expected. Fierce, passionate, and stubbornly independent, Harper becomes the one challenge Ethan can’t control—and the one person he can’t stop thinking about.
Sparks fly as the two clash in a battle of wills, but when attraction blurs the line between duty and desire, neither man can ignore the chemistry igniting between them.

Just as Harper begins to trust Ethan, a jealous ex resurfaces with a vendetta—and a dangerous secret. Now, with their future hanging in the balance, Harper and Ethan must choose: protect their pride, or risk everything for a chance at real love.

A steamy enemies-to-lovers romance where business meets passion, and love might just be the most unexpected merger of all.

His last bounty is a fast paced, engaging and immersing good read. If you like plot twist and 'oh no, they didn't' this is the book for you! There is also something for everyone to connect with on some level. Whether it's the stressed out professional, a self tortured, alpha male, a psychopath or, a jolted ex-lover. And the list goes on- readers will identify with one of them. The book also has a romantic heart. It is one for the hopeless romantic for sure, though the Leads path isn't always easy they wind up living their dream. I also intend for there to be a follow up book to His Last Bounty. It will follow there as she becomes alpha which gives the readers a chance to get invested in the family and their future.

Jodie Hart was forced into poverty when her Dad mysteriously disappeared. She was left to fend for her mom and her little sister. Jodie has taken a new identity as Jordan Hart, for the past couple of months working as a bartender in one the city's hottest bars.

What she didn't know was the owner of the club was suspicious when a couple of crates of top shelves liquor went missing on her shift. What started out as a job to feed her family and put a roof over their heads, had turned out to be a complicated mess when she was faced with a man who's connected to ruthless men.

Will Jodie be able to defend herself and keep her family out of trouble?
Will the club owner forgive her lies and find out about her true identity?

Chloe wasted ten years loving arrogant Zane. To win a Porsche bet, he publicly humiliated her, taking her devotion for granted. Finally awake, she cut him off and rebuilt herself as a brilliant top-university elite.
After losing her, Zane drowned in regret, begging desperately for her forgiveness. But it was too late. Chloe met the wealthy, gentle genius Liam, who healed all her wounds. Zane gambled with her heart—and lost her forever.

Give me your throne and give me your woman."

Selene Marlowe always wanted to be a princess who lived a simple life. She wasn't expecting her heart become some battleground for a High kingdom at war.

She is torn between three royal brothers: the one who loved her first, the one who would protect her, and the one who would destroy everything in his way to have her. Therefore she has to make a choice between loyalty and desire, duty and destiny.

But when it comes to the matters of royalty, people and things are ruthless as they come and this love comes with a cost.

And the crown of Valenhart demands blood!

I was his most obedient blood slave. When he needed strength, I offered my blood; when he was irritable, I endured his temper. Even when he held his new lover and prepared for their wedding, I stayed silent at his feet. He thought I was born to bow, never realizing the poison hidden deep in my veins—the poison meant to end him. And when he bit into my skin for the final time, what he drank wasn’t power but his own doom. As his bloodline collapsed before my eyes, he finally fell to his knees, trembling, begging me for mercy. I only looked at him and smiled. He never understood—I was never his plaything. I was merely waiting for the right moment to take my revenge.

I was four months pregnant when the truck hit my car.
I woke up on a gurney outside the OR, bleeding, half-conscious, thinking my husband was saving my life. Then I heard him through the door.
"The baby's gone. Her right hand is finished—her career's over either way. Just take her kidney now and put it in Mia."
My mother agreed. My father told him to switch my architectural draft to Mia's name before Friday.
Mia. The sister they'd raised for twenty years while I was missing. The sister whose body was failing. The sister my husband had apparently been in love with the whole time I was married to him.
I was supposed to die on that table. I wasn't supposed to hear anything.
But my phone was in my coat pocket, and the voice memo app had never stopped recording.
And now I had a choice to make.

It was the villa where Lavinia and Chris first met! That day, Lavinia was pressed against the balcony and being fucked hard! And the second meeting between them, she was set up and made a contract with Chris— The price was becoming his woman! She though that she was just a plaything for Chris... Yet she didn't know that Chris had fallen for her at her age of 19!

Broke, homeless, and addicted to chocolate, will Sheryl chase her dream or remain tied to her mother's purse strings? Sheryl, on the wrong side of thirty-five, has seen better days. She lost her job, her home, and the ability to say no to her mother: a woman with as much sensitivity as a comedian. Sheryl, a soft touch, is wilting into a sea of whiskey and American Wrestling. She spends her nights rooting for Johnstone, a wrestler as believable as Die Hard. Until Sheryl discovers belly dancing.  Sheryl is a natural at belly dancing and dreams of performing in the sort of costume that would have her mother choking on her “you’re too fat” comments. So when the wrestlers come to town, Sheryl grabs her chance. She wins tickets to the wrestling event and the opportunity to not only meet Johnstone, but belly dance. Sheryl feels hopeful, until her mother finds out. Will Sheryl grab her chance or toss her coin belt, along with her dreams, to the wind? Sheryl’s Last Stand is the first in the Bellydancing and Beyond series. If you like fast-paced books that make you laugh, then you will love Kerrie Noor’s wonderfully funny Bellydancing series. Buy Sheryl’s Last Stand today to watch Sheryl shimmy towards a life worth getting out of bed for. ★★★★★"The voice is Scottish urban girl snark." ★★★★★ “Good read, funny, fast-paced, zany characters." ★★★★★ “A poignant romantic comedy”

“Welcome to Oakhaven, Detective. Try not to let our quiet charm bore you to death.”

Rhys Kincaid, a cynical city detective exiled to a town draped in mist and polite whispers, snorted. “Quaintness doesn’t usually hide dead bodies, Officer Vance. And I prefer my cases with a little less smiles” His new partner, Officer Elara Vance, was all sharp wit and disarming smiles, a local golden girl he immediately found infuriatingly charming. Their clashes ignited a dangerous game, a verbal sparring that crackled with undeniable, potent desire.

Grisly murders, each bearing a chilling mark—a severed branch, plunged Oakhaven into terror. The victims? Prominent figures from its oldest families, hinting at a buried past and an ancient, vengeful justice. As they chased elusive shadows, the pressure of the case stripped away their defenses, charged glances evolving into something raw and consuming.

“You want to solve this, Elara? Show me how deep Oakhaven’s darkness goes.” Rhys’s voice was a low growl one night, his hands already finding hers.

He’d seen the hunger in her eyes, a reflection of his own. In the quiet of his isolated cottage, the metal glinted, cool against her skin as he expertly bound her wrists with her own handcuffs, a silent challenge in his gaze.

"Spread your legs."

Her breath hitched, a delicious gasp escaping her lips as his fingers slid her panties aside using this thumb to circle her clit , her eyes burning with a dangerous, reciprocal desire.

He’s on the verge of unmasking the killer, believing it’s Father Thomas or a shadowy force seeking retribution for forgotten sins. But as love blooms amidst the bloodshed, and his reputation hangs in the balance of the deepest secret.

Who is the hunter, and who is the hunted, when desire becomes the deadliest trap of all?

“Please, Ash,” she begged, and it undid me. I sucked her clit slowly, while two fingers slid deep inside her. She clenched hard, already close. Bram groaned from above, one hand tangled in her hair as she took his cock into her mouth like she was born to do it.


THIS IS THE SECOND BOOK IN A SERIES. PLEASE FIND HUNTED HYBRID FIRST!

They saved her. But Raelith’s mark still lingers.

After being rescued from the Blood Goddess’s cage, Elowen is home. Surrounded by her mates and the growing kingdom they are building, she should feel safe. Instead, her nights are filled with dreams of a broken girl in chains. A stranger she doesn’t know, but whose pain feels carved into her very soul.

Raelith’s corruption still stains Elowen's spirit, whispering in the dark corners of her mind. And with every passing day, Raelith claws closer to unleashing an ancient chaos entity that could destroy not just Elowen, but every realm.

Together with her five fated mates, the dryads who have pledged their loyalty, and the gods themselves, Elowen must learn to fight back, not only against Raelith, but against the shadows gnawing inside her. Bonds must be strengthened. Magic must be mastered. Trust must be earned. Because this war will not be won by power alone.

It will take healing. Connection. Found family. And the kind of love that refuses to break.

As kingdoms collide and battle lines are drawn, Elowen will be forced to rise higher than ever before. She is the Moon Goddess’s chosen, the vessel of prophecy, the heart that can unite every fractured species. But if she falters, if Raelith succeeds, the world will fall to rot, ruin, and eternal blood.

The Goddess chose her.

Now the world needs her more than ever.

Anya Kozlov was never meant to matter. Youngest daughter of a once proud Bratva family, she was born to be dismissed and dominated. To be weak. To be broken. Told she would be safe in an arranged marriage to lawyer Marcus Webb, her last hope for security is stolen when she catches Marcus cheating with her sister, Elena. Elena, who has always had the power and respect Anya never did.

The night the jilted daughter gets her revenge with witnesses present, everyone she loves is destroyed. Elena's marriage implodes. Marcus's career is ruined. The Kozlov empire is burned to the ground. Blamed for the tragedy, Anya is tossed out with nothing and spends years struggling for the little scraps of freedom she can cobble together, working two jobs and sleeping in alleys, while every living part of her fights just to survive.

Until the night she decides to fight back.

When armed men walk into the art gallery where she's working and she refuses to give in, it catches the attention of the last person she expects. Viktor Petrov. Heir to one of the city's most violent Bratva dynasties. Ruthless and legendary at thirty-one, he's known as "the Devil" for good reason.
But when Viktor sees the quiet fire behind Anya's fierce stare and bloody bruises, he doesn't see weak. He sees an equal. The obsession that ignites between them is instant, volatile, and deadly.

Fueled by a dark love built in blood and violence, as Viktor drags Anya deeper into his world, she uncovers a truth her family kept from her for years: she was never meant to be weak. She was meant to be dangerous.

And now, she is his queen.

For seven years, Elara sacrificed her blood to her wolf family, only to be betrayed by her husband and own child for a fake savior and a handful of candy. She abandons all love, awakens her ancient vampire queen power, and delivers brutal, unforgiving karmic punishment to everyone who drained and deceived her. No forgiveness, only eternal solitude atop her blood-stained throne.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

On a storm-stranded island villa, Clara Hayes wakes after a vicious bachelorette party to find four women dead—among them her former best friend, bride-to-be Vivian Sterling. Branded the obvious killer, the discarded ex must fight a locked-room mystery, class prejudice, and a carefully staged narrative as buried trauma, betrayal, and revenge surface through rain-soaked glass, shattered flutes, burned letters, and one untouched bottle of soda.

In an incredibly realistic precognitive dream, my vampire stepparents and nominal brother cruelly pushed me off the second floor to feed the zombies for half a moldy loaf of bread.

I opened my eyes to find less than 72 hours until the full-blown apocalypse!

To hell with hypocritical family ties! In this life, I decisively spent money to buy a shelter, unexpectedly awakening my spatial abilities! With a thought, I remotely emptied the largest warehouse supermarket in the entire state, and even used tens of tons of heavy steel plates to build an indestructible doomsday fortress!

When the zombie horde descended, order collapsed. I sat in my absolutely safe fortress, eating a tomahawk steak, watching the brutal family of three on the monitor, driven mad by hunger, even killing each other and cannibalizing flesh for half a biscuit.

They knelt in the blood-soaked floor, desperately crying and begging me to open the door and give them alms.

My fingertips danced with violent lightning power as I coldly hung up the phone: "The door is welded shut. You can enjoy hell outside!"

Grace stepped back in fear when he stepped ahead.
"Do it again and I will break your legs..."
He warned.

Her eyes filled with tears.
"Chief, I am sorry... I didn't wanted to but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..."
She sobbed.

Dominick grabbed her chin harshly.
"Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..."
He gritted and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with jerk.

"Please Don't punish me... I am sorry"
She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears.
"I don't want to do it, chief please... I am scared of this... Please, please..."
She cried.

"Strip..."
He ordered while walking towards the wall.

Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear she ran towards the door but poor girl didn't know that she can't open it.


Grace is a nice and intelligent girl but her kindness is her enemy. she was living happy and peaceful life until Mob boss knocked on her door.
Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes.

but does this devil have heart? how will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? how long she can do it for her father? afterall it's not easy to have sex with mob boss.

Explicit Content Warning 🔞

This book was not written for innocence, purity, or restraint.

It was written to make women and men ache, drip, throb, and ultimately cum.

Every page is laced with heat, every word chosen to tease the mind until the body has no choice but to surrender.

Dirty Sweet Lust is not for children, It is not for the faint of heart.

It is for those who crave intensity, the ones who understand that desire begins with conversation, that words can be more dangerous than hands, and that the right whisper can pull an orgasm from your body faster than the deepest thrust.

This collection is unapologetically raw. You’ll find stories that start with teasing, slow words, playful banter, and spiral into shameless begging, dirty commands, and desperate release.

The goal is simple: to remind you that your mind is your most sensitive sex organ, and when it is aroused, your body will follow.

This is not romance dressed in sweetness, this is not polite erotica with a veil of modesty.

This is wetness, dripping from words, spilling across your skin, leaving you shaking when the page turns.

If you are here, it means you are ready.

Ready to be undone, ready to surrender to language, ready to discover how conversation can take you apart and put you back together with a moan.

So read carefully, read slowly and remember: this book was written with one purpose….to make you cum.


Note:
This collection consists of multiple independent short stories, each of which is about 2-3 chapters long.

"Uh...uh..."

Nicole heard someone moaning. It took her a while to realize that it was her own voice.

She was lying on a big bed, clutching the soft silk sheets with her hands. Her waist collapsed into a sexy damp, and her round hips were tilting up high. Meanwhile, she was being vigorously inserted by a man"s scorching penis!

Wait a minute--

Wasn"t she in the bathroom of the cocktail party...just now?

Content Warning: (+18 Scenes! Psychological elements! The rage of a betrayed woman, passionate revenge, breaking the rules of the game, taming the playboy.)

She thought she had everything, until betrayal shattered her world. Fueled by the fire of revenge, the woman stepped into the venomous underworld of snakes.
In this ruthless game filled with desire, only one can win the greatest prize.

And that prize is the city's dark king, the ruthless mafia leader Ateş Yamanoğlu.

Will desire once again lead her to that woman?
Or have the hunter and the prey already switched places?

Noella was fortunate enough to serve the Alpha in bed while still a Beta and to be one of the Omegas, but that one night changed her life forever.

She attempted to break through as she grew up amidst evil Betas. It was difficult to live with relatives after witnessing how brutally the Alpha of BlackMoon beheaded her parents.

Noella endured abuse and was treated like a maid, but one thought never left her mind: retaliation.

Will Noella be able to accomplish what she sets out to do given that she not only became his go-to bed warmer but also his closest sex partner?

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.

On the day of the clan’s grand sea banquet, my mafia husband Victor took his beloved white moonlight Lilia to race jet skis in restricted sea waters without permission.
She twisted the throttle all the way open, and the jet ski crashed violently into the my luxury yacht.
The yacht quickly flooded and began sinking, yet Victor completely ignored the people screaming for help on board, only clinging tightly to the terrified Lilia and comforting her softly.
"Don’t be afraid. They trespassed into the restricted sea zone of their own accord; they deserve everything that happened to them."
Not until the entire yacht sank deep into the ocean and everyone aboard vanished without a trace did Victor dial my phone unhurriedly.
"Vera, your mom and Dante are gone in the sea."
In an instant, overwhelming terror swallowed me whole.
The very next second, I saw Mom shoving freshly cooked meat into my mouth just as she did when I was a child.
My brother hurried over with a grin to snatch a bite.
"Mom, you always favor my sister."
They are standing right beside me. Then who on earth was trapped inside that sunken yacht?

I have been tormented by a strange illness for ten years, with blood draws and surgeries being commonplace.
My mother always encouraged me, saying, "Nian Nian, bear with it a little longer. The pain will be over soon. Mom and Dad are doing this to save your life."
Hoping to be cured as soon as possible, I gritted my teeth and endured ten years of painful treatments, even if it meant living like a lab subject.
That was until I accidentally overheard my parents’ cruel conversation:
“Increase the blood draw even more. It doesn’t matter if she dies—she was only picked up to save Ying Ying. As long as she has a breath left, she owes it to us.”
At that moment, I finally understood: I was never sick at all.
The decade of daily treatments were nothing but a way to use me to extend the life of their biological daughter.

To save my terminally ill wife and daughter, I drained half my wolf blood and tore out my own right fang.
Stripped of my source power, I became a worthless wolf despised by the entire clan.
My wife cast me out of the den, pinching her nose at the stench of rot on me; my daughter threw stones at me, cursing me with hatred as a blind, useless failure.
Together, they set their eyes on another young, strong Alpha. They let him trample my dignity in public, and finally had me brutally slaughtered on the frozen wasteland.
But they never knew, the reason that man could make their souls submit and fall for him was that his veins ran entirely with my heart's blood.
Only when I was reduced to a boneless husk of a wolf did my wife go mad, clawing her own gland raw, weeping and begging me to leave her one last mark.

Jessica Howard was Ridgeview Homecoming Queen.

She smiled for the cameras, accepted her crown... and disappeared before the after-party. No body was found. No ransom. No answers.

The next morning, every student's phone lit up with the same notification. ‘A new app has been installed.’ No one downloaded it. No one can delete it.
It's simply called NEXT.

At midnight, NEXT chooses a name. The next day... Someone dies. Or something even worse happens.

The police call them accidents, the students call it a curse. I call it impossible.

I was never supposed to be part of this. I’m Sabrina Markson. The scholarship girl nobody notices. I came to Ridgeview to earn a future, not become part of its darkest mystery.

But somehow I ended up with the final piece of Jessica’s puzzle. The one clue that could blow the whole thing wide open.

Now the whispers are turning into threats. And the only person who’s willing to help me is the last person I should trust, Luke Carpenter. The school’s notorious bad boy. Trouble with a capital T.

We started out hating each other. But late nights chasing clues turn into shared moments. Stolen glances in empty hallways turn into him walking me home when NEXT starts targeting people close to me.

With every secret we uncover, it gets harder to tell if I’m falling for him... or falling into a trap.

As Luke and I dig deeper, it gets harder to tell who’s hunting who. And to figure out if what’s growing between us can survive when everyone around us is dropping.

Together, we need to unmask the culprits, and stop the stupid app from sending any more death notifications.

Because if we don’t find them first…
We’re next on the list.

To fulfill my twin sister Chloe’s arranged marriage, I became Landon Moore’s stand-in bride.
For three years, I played the role of the gentle, obedient wife—cooking soup to warm his stomach, sharing his bed on lonely nights, and even taking care of his beloved ‘sister’, Shannon. When he was drunk and stumbled into my room, I endured it all in silence.
Everyone mocked me for being pathetic, a dog begging for scraps of affection. Even Landon sneered coldly, “I will never love you.”
Until the day he stabbed me three times—for Shannon. The world blurred into a sea of blood. I smiled as I closed my eyes, took the fifty million he transferred to me, and vanished without a trace.
Years later, he found me deep in the mountains, kneeling in the mud like a madman, begging me to come home. But by then, I had built schools, with my grandmother, lived a life that glowed with its own light.
His eyes were red as he whispered, “What will it take for you to forgive me?” I placed a trembling hand on the

Will a man learn to love me if I’m good to him long enough?

I tried for seven years to warm his heart.
I thought if I just held on a little longer, he’d finally see me.
Because I loved him so deeply.

But what did I get in return?
His endless tenderness for another woman.
I pretended I didn’t care, until pneumonia landed me in the hospital.

On the day I was discharged, I found him standing there with our daughter, his whole world focused on caring for that woman.
Even my daughter, whom I’d raised with everything I had, wished that woman was her mother.

In that moment, my heart died completely.

I left the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked back into the chemical industry.
So what if seven years of marriage had worn me down?
I was still the top genius in my field.

But the divorce I’d wanted so badly never went through.
The man who once couldn’t have been colder to me now held on to me tighter than ever.
Our daughter refused to leave my side.

When he found my divorce papers,
the always cold and arrogant man pushed me against the wall and growled:

“Divorce? You’re mine. For life.”