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Daisy - Her parents sold her as a child to gain money, and locked into a life under contracts she finds herself sold from one owner to the next.
Her final owner: Dean, uses her in a way none of her previous owners have, and his gambling addiction has the whole house of slaves moving from city to city. Their final stop is in the Devil's city, and there is where Daisy first meets Demitri Devil, and he learns that Dean is not the man that his brothers want in their city. However, Daisy isn't weak and isn't afraid to fight for what she wants.

Demitri Devil - Meets Daisy at a brothel, where he pays extensive amounts to have her. Only once in the room, he isn't after sex, instead, he asks her why she is doing it, telling her there surely is another way. He never goes there to buy women but to try to show them they can survive another way. Only he is stunned to find out Daisy makes no money from her time in those rooms. The second time he finds her there, she looks ready to drop and surprises his brothers when he arrives home with her for the night.

Marcello Devil - He told Demitri he was crazy for bringing her home and buying her for the night to give her a break. Only he goes one further and he finds her in another business, he offers her a week away from Dean. Dean is all too pleased to take the money.

Calix Devil - Seems to be the only one making his brothers realise they can't keep paying to keep Daisy for the weekend to get rest, but that goes wrong when they decide to buy her whole contract.

The world is steeped in dark magic, where every individual possesses a fragment of power, but its strength varies greatly. Society's harsh judgment hinges on this magical ranking system, establishing a brutal caste hierarchy that determines one's place, opportunities, and wealth. Our heroine, Daisy, hails from the slums, born to a mother who once survived as a prostitute, each of her children fathered by unknown clients. With their mother now incapacitated by a curable disease and unable to provide for them, the family's desperation mounts. Daisy, the eldest sibling, takes on the perilous role of a pest hunter, earning scant coins by ridding local businesses of rats and pigeons, all while desperately seeking a way to save her family from starvation and disease.

When rumors of a mystical menagerie belonging to the high nobles reach her ears, Daisy resolves to risk everything. She embarks on a treacherous journey to the distant menagerie, stealing rides on carts and foraging for food along the way. Navigating the heavily protected forest that surrounds the menagerie proves challenging, but Daisy cleverly follows the small rats she once hunted, slipping through cracks in the wards that guard the enchanted realm.

Inside, she searches for creatures that might grant her a boon in exchange for her help in escaping their captivity. Yet, she soon becomes prey herself, hunted by fearsome beasts that threaten her very existence. In her moment of desperation, she hears a voice in her mind offering an escape—an opportunity to bond with a powerful creature. As the ground shakes violently and the tree erupts in chaos, she unwittingly frees an enormous dragon, dark red and nearly black, which devours the manticore in an act of vengeance for its long imprisonment.

18+, strong mature, and sexual content.

Sneak peek:

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom.

"You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries."

"I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more

"Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised

I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream.

But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him.


I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too.

After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him.

But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....

“Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom.
“That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy.

I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure.

He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy.
“Now come for daddy.“ He ordered softly.

That was my undoing, I exploded around him.
“Good girl.“ He said giving my clit feathery strokes.

I stared. I gulped. My heart skipped a beat. My stomach twisted, and I could feel the butterflies stirring violently inside me. A lingering cold chill ran down my spine, spreading through my veins, flowing with the heat of lava in my blood.

The man before me was heavenly. I could barely look away. From the way his dark grey eyes pierced into mine to how his jet-black hair fell in spiked strands around his shoulders, my whole body shuddered uncontrollably at the surge of sensation building in my chest.

My gaze trailed along his sharp jawline, over his straight, pointed nose, to the thick, long eyelashes and bold brows that framed those hypnotic eyes—and finally, to his sinful, tempting, luscious lips.

Unconsciously, I ran my tongue over my own lips, caught in a trance, until the sound of my dad clearing his throat yanked me back to reality. I jolted slightly, feeling electrified.

"Tristan, I want you to meet my friend, Dr. Sean," my dad said, introducing the sexy, demigod of a man with that sinful body. I shivered again.
"Sean, meet my son, Tristan."

Dad introduced me, but my eyes stayed locked on him. And I could’ve sworn I saw a spark flicker in those dark orbs—but it vanished as quickly as it came, making me wonder if it had even been real.

I watched as he ran his tongue slowly across his reddish, luring lips, while his eyes raked over my body. My insides ignited with a fire I’d never felt before.

And then he spoke.

"Nice to meet you, kitten."

From that moment on, I knew it was over for my heart.

I had just fallen in love—with MY DAD’S FRIEND.

"She will never know."
"I don't want to be a secret," I told him, kissing him slowly. "I want to be the girl of your books." There was nothing between us but his pair of jeans pants hanging around his well-built torso. I wanted to feel him deep inside of me.
"Please take my body and my soul," I told him slowly as he took off his jeans pants and kissed my forehead.

Forbidden love has never been easy, especially with more than two hearts beating with the same desire. It's nearly impossible. My single mom has been dating him for the past month. I understand now why my mom has been so happy since she met him. It's wrong, but it feels so right.

He's a successful writer, and I'm his new literature student in his classroom. My mom and I moved to this town last summer. I never thought he would be the first man I felt so deeply inside, and how we secretly hook up between classes, but I know it's a mistake. He's also my dad's best friend.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom.
"You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries."
"I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more
"Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised
I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream.
But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him.

**
I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too.
After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him.
But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....
18+, strong mature, and sexual content.

A young girl finds herself at a masked club party with her friends to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. She engages in a passionate one night stand with a total stranger under a mask. She returns home feeling guilty and is even more devastated when she finds out that she’s pregnant then she aborts the child. She got to realise that Alexander, her fathers childhood friend, who is more than twice her age, was the man she had a one night stand with. He blackmails her into a secret relationship where he uses her only to pleasure himself. She finally gets enough courage to open up to her father about him after being in a secret relationship with him for a long time.

My dad was a highly decorated narcotics detective. Fifteen years ago, they framed him for corruption and claimed he swallowed his own gun. It ruined our family.
But tonight, everything changed. I was digging through his old evidence box when a heavy, battery-less police radio suddenly crackled to life.
"Pumpkin, I'm bringing a turkey home."
"Dad! Don't go to the motel today!"
Right before my eyes, the ink on his autopsy report physically shifted. "Suicide" twisted into "homicide."

"Uh-ahh." my moan echoed in the bedroom. "That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut" my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy.
I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy.
"Now come for daddy." He ordered softly. That was my undoing, I exploded around him. "Good girl." He said giving my clot feathery strokes.


After a brutal breakup with her boyfriend, Shimma's world feels shattered. Vulnerable and aching for comfort, she finds herself under the watchful care of Mr. Mattias—her father's best friend, a man twice her age, whose presence has always commanded her attention.
What begins as innocent comfort quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. The stolen glances. The lingering touches. The forbidden hunger neither of them can ignore.
Torn between guilt and desire, Shimma struggles to resist the magnetic pull of the man she should never want. And Mr. Mattias, mature, powerful, and dangerously tempting, knows crossing this line could ruin everything… but walking away feels impossibe.

This book unapologetically contains very dark, raw, and mature contents. Do not open. Otherwise, you'd be stuck in a romantic, captivating world.


“Will you be a good girl for Daddy?” His husky voice dripped with lust.

“Yes, please fuck me hard, Daddy." I answered, breathlessly.

His hands were all over my body as he pressed into me roughly and I could feel my pussy swelling in response to his hardness.

"Good," he whispered against my ear, teeth nipping at my skin. "Because you'll be a damn good whore."He bit down again, pulling away from me long enough to grab one of my wrists and pin it above my head, then began fucking me hard, his hips rolling violently and slamming into mine in time with his movements.
•• •• ••

Camille Caldwell, tasked by her wealthy father to learn the ropes of business under the watchful eyes of a dear and trusted mentor, Gavriel found herself juggling between being a dutiful secretary and a seductive temptress at night.

At first, all she wanted from him was for him to give a good report to her father of her behavior, but as she got closer to him, she couldn’t resist the magnetic attraction that drew her to him.

When Billionaire Gavriel Donovan agreed to take the only daughter of his friend under his wing as his secretary, he merely counted it as doing a favor for an old friend, but Camille will have him doing the unthinkable, and he’ll have her pinned beneath him, screaming for more pleasure.

Can their forbidden desires survive in a world where their romance is regarded as abominable?

Was Gavriel willing to put his friendship and reputation on the line for a girl he was old enough to father?

Gray-Lynn Spark just graduated from college and her father recommends that she interns by his best friend's company. Little does she know that Mr. Stern has been her childhood crush which she completely forgot about and she hasn't seen him for years. She has it tough at the office to not let her feelings affect her work, because with Mr. Stern, work is very important. One night, a shift in the air happens between them, what will happen when he returns her feelings? What will her father do when things progresses? What will Gray-Lynn do after finding out something that she didn't know about him?

"This is forbidden! You're my best friend's daughter, for goodness'sake!"
I stepped closer, forcing myself not to tremble.
"I know exactly who I am," I whispered. "But does it really matter? I know you want me just as much as I want you. After last night, you can't pretend nothing happened."
I had desired this man for years, silently and obsessively, while he only ever saw me as a child. So I made a plan, wore a mask, and gave him one reckless night he would never forget.
Now he knows the truth. Now he cannot stay away.
What we have is dangerous, addictive, and completely wrong. But if this is a mistake, why does it feel so right?
When our secret comes out, will it destroy everything, his reputation, my family, and whatever is left between us? And when my father finds out, will there be anything left to save?

Ava Monroe is struggling to pay for her college fees. After a terrible loss in business when her family went bankrupt overnight, Ava saw all her dreams shatter right in front of her eyes. It doesn't help that her family is obsessed with becoming wealthy again. The shock of being poor had turned them into something Ava could no longer recognize. However, eager for some quick money, Ava works as an escort over the summer before college begins. The money is good, and she hasn't had any strange experiences yet. That has to be worth something, right?

Brian Reinhold is rich, successful and soon turning forty. But his home is anything but happy. After losing his sixteen-year-old daughter in a car crash, Brian doesn’t know how to go on with life anymore. Nothing makes sense. Nothing makes him lively. His friends believe Brian needs a break. A long pause in his hectic life so he could grieve and make amends for the sadness that is dousing him from inside. But instead of packing his bags and moving to his hometown, Brian thrusts himself more into work and pretends that moving on is a choice, not binding.

But life takes a toll when the next client on Ava’s list turns out to be Brian Reinhold. The dear daddy of Valerie. Ava’s best friend. Now, Ava doesn’t know why the idea of sleeping with a man double her age is electrifying. Brian Reinhold might be forty soon, but he looks anything but old. His arms are a thing of beauty and his charming grey eyes can suck you in so deep that reality gladly withers away. But this arrangement has cons of its own. And truth has the power to destroy the lives they both care for.

"Turn around. I want to fuck you."
I blinked. "What?"
"I said turn...around."
Before I could speak again, he had me on my stomach, face buried in the sheets. I could smell the heat of myself in the fabric. His weight hovered behind me, knees against the bed, strong thighs pressed to the outside of mine, holding me still. My skirt was hiked up around my waist. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.


Kristen Lockwood never expected to fall for her father's best friend. She only met Leo Moretti after her father’s death, when a stranger on a motorcycle showed up with a scar across his knuckles, a gun under his jacket, and eyes that looked at her like she was already dangerous.
He says he’s here to protect her, that it’s what her father wanted. But he watches her too closely, speaks too little, and sets rules she can't help but break. He acts like touching her would ruin them both.

The worst part is, she wants him to.

Leo Moretti is the leader of the Bloodhounds, a supernatural biker gang that guards the borders between worlds. He never met Kristen until now, never even knew she existed and definitely didn’t expect her to come crashing down his walls with her presence.
Now every moment between them feels like something waiting to snap. She wants to get under his skin. She wants to see what happens when he finally loses control. She wants to see how far he can go before he slams her into his bed.

Leo is not allowed to want her.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t.

Warning: Contains strong language, graphic sexual content, supernatural violence, and dark themes. Recommended for mature audiences only.

Hayley Davis has everything she could ever want in life- money, a loving father and an established law career.
But there is one thing she wants that she knows she can never have- Jake Ryker, her father's best friend.

Since the first day she met him, she has wanted him and she knows he wants her too.
It is a filthy desire, one she has no business having but Hayley has never been one to take no for an answer and she will get Jake but at what cost?

NOTE: THIS BOOK IS SMUTTY, PROCEED WITH CAUTION

When your bf cheated and you spent a great night with a 🔥 stranger.
You woke up and realized you're late for the online seminar of the most popular pr0fess0r.
You dashed out of the bedroom, wearing the man's t shirt,
Then the whole class saw you through the profess0r's live stream...
You😱: pr0fess0r...did we???

On my son's seventh birthday, he hid behind my husband's first love and shouted at me, "You're a bad woman! She's my real mom!"
My husband was even crueler. He threw me out of the house without a second thought.
"To me, you were nothing but a surrogate."
Heartbroken, I walked away—and later adopted an abandoned little boy.
Years passed, when my husband finally learned the truth about the woman he had always protected, he came to me with our biological son, both of them kneeling before me in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Holding my adopted son's hand, I smiled calmly.
"Sorry. I only have one son."

"Bite me." Chase Sterling's whisper was a blade against my skin.

I should pull away.
I should hate him.
But my wolf is howling yes while my heart screams no.

"Say stop," he breathes against my pulse, "and I'll stop."

Liar.

We both know he can't stop.
The bond won't let him.

And neither can I.


Ten years ago, they found my father with his throat torn out
on Silvermoon land.

The Sterlings called it "trespassing."
I called it murder.

They gave us hush money and a warning:
Keep quiet, or the Beta's daughter is next.

So I learned to be invisible.
To swallow my rage.
To survive.

Until someone slipped a note into my locker:
They lied about how your father died.


Chase Sterling.

Future Alpha. Golden boy. Untouchable.

The moment our eyes met, the bond snapped into place—
a collar I never asked for, a chain I can't break.

He says he didn't know.
He says his father is innocent.
He says he'll help me find the truth.

But every time he touches me,
I feel my father's blood on his hands.


Now I'm trapped between two impossible choices:

Accept the bond and betray everything I am.
Or break it—and lose the partner who can prove
my father's killer walks free.

The worst part?

When Chase whispers "mine" against my skin—
I want to believe him.

"You've been staring at me all night," I slurred, my voice thick with tequila and heartbreak. "Either it's creepy, or you like what you see."

"Look, handsome," I leaned in closer, the bar's dim lights blurring around us. "I've had a really shitty day. Want to make it better? I'll pay for your time—I've got plenty of money."

His eyes widened, but then he reached out, wrapping my hand in his warm, strong fingers—gentle in a way that felt strangely comforting.

"Olivia," he said, his deep voice hitting me like a forgotten memory. "Do you know who I am?"


I thought I had guys all figured out. Until a cheating bastard destroyed that confidence completely.

In a fit of vengeful rebellion, I picked up a stranger at a bar. Got drunk, got laid, got wild for one night.

The next morning, I was ready to make my graceful exit—until I saw the face on the pillow next to me.

Blake. My childhood frenemy who'd been MIA for years, the same asshole who always said I'd "never learn to read people."

Even worse? He had the audacity to come begging for dating advice on how to win over some girl.

"Who's the lucky target?" I asked, forcing myself to sound casual.

"Just a friend," he dodged.

My mind immediately went to Sophia—that girl who'd been circling him since middle school with her not-so-subtle hints. Of course he's still hung up on her.

So there I was, gritting my teeth while dispensing "female psychology" and "perfect pursuit strategies,"

when he suddenly took my hand and pressed it against his chest, "Don't you get it yet? Can't you figure out who I'm trying to pursue?"

Maybe every love story starts with a complete disaster—but what if this mess is exactly where our story was meant to begin?

I'm Jane—until I discovered my marriage was built on lies.

The hotel penthouse door stood ajar as I approached.

"Your wife is so pathetic," she moaned breathlessly, her voice echoing from inside.

My breath caught as I pushed the door wider, revealing my husband with another woman pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside her.

"Does she even know how to satisfy you like this?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back.

Lucas gripped her hips harder, his voice rough with desire: "Jane was always just part of the plan. You're the only woman who sets me on fire."

My phone slipped from my trembling hands, exploding against the marble floor like my shattered heart.

This time, I refused to be the victim.

I demanded a divorce—but Lucas had orchestrated every detail to keep me trapped.

Just when despair consumed me, Ethan Quinn appeared like salvation in a thousand-dollar suit

"Get divorced. I'll help you. One condition—marry me," he whispered.

The most powerful man in New York wanted me? A discarded wife?

But as Ethan protected me fiercely and Lucas begged desperately for forgiveness, the shocking truth emerged:

‘Ethan had been searching for me for twenty years.’

‘I was the little girl who once saved him from hell.’


"You pulled me out of that nightmare," Ethan's eyes filled with intensity. "I've spent my life becoming worthy of saving you back."

The scared boy became the most powerful man in the city.

His love wasn't coincidence—it was destiny.

Some people arrive like answered prayers you never knew you were praying...

Three years into our loveless marriage:

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?" I asked, clinging to a foolish hope.

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You? Bear my heir?" His laugh was ice-cold. "A maid's daughter could never be worthy of Sterling blood."


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who dared to love Julian Sterling.

He's the ruthless heir who married me for revenge.

"You're nothing but a gold-digging whore,"* he whispered. *"Did you really think I'd ever love someone like you?”

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for scraps while he paraded his first love through our home.

That night, I stood on the bridge, staring at the dark water below.

I'd lost everything. My mother. My dignity. My will to fight.


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

"Mister, will you help me find my mommy? I got lost."

The man freezes, staring down at her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice sounds broken.

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

Minutes later, he's walking toward me with my daughter's hand in his, his face drained of all color.

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

Before I can respond, he's crossed the distance between us. His arms wrap around me with desperate strength.

"God, you're alive. I thought—" His voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—"

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

"Excuse me?" I step back, ice-cold, pulling Lila behind me. "Please control yourself, sir. Do we even know each other?"

"You're pregnant, Miss Camellia." The doctor's gentle voice hit me like a thunderbolt.

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug deep into my palms. "That's impossible..."

"The blood test and ultrasound results are both very clear."

I shoved my chair back abruptly, the harsh scraping sound echoing through the room. That night of lost control came flooding back like a nightmare—the silhouette of a stranger in the dim room, desire ignited by drugs, and...

"Damn it!" I cursed under my breath, biting my lip guiltily.

How could I have forgotten to take my birth control pills? Being too busy with work was no excuse. I had promised that spoiled rich boy I would handle the aftermath... What now?


I'm Camellia Frost, CEO of NexaCore Technologies, the iron rose of the business world.

Richard Bloom is my sworn enemy—that carefree playboy heir.

A trap someone set led to our night together, and worse yet, I got pregnant.

The Bloom family pressured for marriage, and to save my company from bankruptcy, I had no choice but to accept this cold transaction.

I thought his heart belonged to someone else, that we were just strangers bound by mutual interests.


However, as we began living together day and night, I was shocked to discover:

This "wastrel heir" actually has a hidden identity unknown to everyone...

He's not the cynical playboy he appears to be on the surface, but rather...

What caught me even more off guard was that this supposedly cold contractual marriage began to change its flavor.

"Camellia, why are you ignoring me today?"

"Why do I want to see you every single day?"

Wait... why has my contract husband become so clingy after marriage?!

Is this still supposed to be that cold, ruthless business alliance?

My name is Lorelei, and I once had the perfect life—until I lost everything overnight.

My ex-husband destroyed my mother's company, my grandmother lay dying in the ICU—and when I had nowhere left to turn, Dante Ashford appeared.

This ruthless billionaire offered me a devil's bargain: become his secret mistress in exchange for his help.

I told myself we were from different worlds, that I shouldn't fall.

But beneath his icy exterior, in those rare moments of tenderness, I couldn't stop myself from plummeting into the abyss.

Until that scandal broke—when he threw me to the wolves without hesitation to protect his fiancée's reputation.

In that moment, the truth became crystal clear: after all this time, I meant nothing to him.

I was just a disposable tool.

So I left.

I locked my heart away.

Four years later, this once untouchable, cold-hearted man is on his knees before me, eyes filled with desperation and remorse, his voice hoarse with pleading: "Don't marry him, Lorelei. Please... give me one more chance."

But as the buried truth between us slowly surfaces, I discover that from the very beginning, our relationship was wrapped in lies.

Can I ever trust this man who has hurt me again and again?

I am Vera, forced to marry the ruthless mob boss Viktor Quinn.

Years of one-sided devotion have finally extinguished the love I once held for him.

"You will never be worthy of carrying my child," he once vowed. If he discovered I was pregnant, he would personally ensure I aborted it.

But I was already months along.

One night, an assassin cornered me in a dark alley: "I'm here to take your life and your child's!"

I barely escaped. But the question haunted me—who sent him? Was it Viktor?

An accidental flight change saved me from a plane crash that killed everyone on board.

To the world, Vera Quinn died in that disaster.

Viktor went mad searching for my body.

Six years later, I've rebuilt my life as Maya Pierce, a renowned jewelry designer—and a mother.

Then I was kidnapped.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

When the hood was ripped off my head, I froze.

The person standing before me made my heart stop.

The one behind all of this turned out to be...

The cool air rushed between us, making me shiver. "I've felt it since I first saw you in the mountains."

"Then why are you fighting it?" I pushed, getting bolder. "Why pretend it was a mistake?"

My name is Lyra, Princess of the Starscale Realm, bearer of the Star Goddess's purification gift.

I thought I'd found my destined soulmate—until I met Kael.

From the moment I saw him, something felt different.

Wrong. Right. I couldn't tell which.

All I knew was that I was drawn to him like water to the moon, desperate to get closer, to understand the storm raging behind his eyes.

But Kael pushed me away as often as he pulled me close, leaving me confused and aching.

Then I discovered why: my family supposedly slaughtered his entire Storm Dragon clan in a brutal massacre.

I don't believe my father capable of such horror. I can't. So I made Kael a promise—I would uncover the truth and clear his family's name, no matter the cost.

But everything changed when my "destined" soulmate betrayed me, shattering the bond I thought was unbreakable. In the aftermath of that devastation, my longing for Kael intensified until I could no longer deny it.

Kael is my true fated mate. He has to be.

But after one soulbond failed me so catastrophically, how can I trust another? How can I believe in destiny when it's already led me astray once?

Then we discovered something that changes everything: Kael and I aren't just drawn together by fate—we're the only ones who can stand against the Void. Only our combined power can seal away the darkness threatening to consume our world.

And as we dig deeper into the massacre, the real truth finally emerges: the killer was never my father at all. Someone else orchestrated the slaughter, someone who's been manipulating us both from the shadows...

Now, caught between love and hatred, trust and betrayal, destiny and choice—can we find our way forward together?

I spent weeks planning this trip. Every detail carefully arranged for one purpose: to confess my feelings to Arthur—Julian's older brother, the boy I'd been secretly in love with since childhood.

But he showed up with a girlfriend.

That night, drunk and reckless, I did the most absurd thing—I kissed Julian. The troublemaker who'd been my nemesis since we were kids, the one I swore I'd never give the time of day.

But what happened next was even more absurd.

This winter every time he came close, my heart raced out of control. I started noticing the curve of his smile, the undisguised heat in his eyes when he looked at me.

Those habits that used to drive me crazy now made my heart flutter. My feelings for him became dangerous, complicated—like a storm I couldn't escape.

"Eleanor, are you avoiding me?" He blocked my path.

He suddenly pressed my wrist, trapping me between the wall and his body, his teeth grazing my earlobe as he whispered, "You finally see me..."

Just when I thought everything had settled, Arthur began closing in. He suddenly acknowledged my existence, his gaze burning with intensity, as if the moment I let go was when he truly saw me.

"Eleanor, we need to talk." Arthur stopped me.

I tried to escape in panic, but Julian wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me tightly against him. His arms were firm as iron, his lips brushing my hair as his voice dropped low and dangerous:

"She's mine, Arthur. You're too late."

"Are you afraid of me?" He said, dropping his hand from my arm and wrapping it around my waist.

"I-I d-don't, I-I c-can't." I struggled to speak but I couldn't get any words out.

He let go of me and raked his hand through his hair.

"What is it about you?" He asked and grazed my cheeks with his fingers lightly. "Sorry birdie but I can't stop myself anymore. I'm going to kiss you now.”


Emily Chesterfield is a shy and innocent nerd. Her life changes drastically when she begins her junior year. She attracts the attention of the school's bad boy and billionaire's son, Ace Hilton. However, that is not all as she also attracts the attention of a criminal syndicate. What happens when she falls for the bad boy who is trying to keep her safe from the criminal syndicate?

Five years. Five years I gave everything to Paxton Sterling—my heart, my body, my wolf's soul. I built his empire as Chief Strategy Officer while wearing his mark like a badge of honor.

Then she came back.

Layla—my pure-blooded half-sister with her perfect smile and poison tongue. Within days of her return from Europe, Paxton was ready to throw me away like yesterday's news.

"I want to sever our bond, Freya. Lyra is my true mate."

Wrong move, Alpha.

He thinks I'm just another submissive mate who'll quietly disappear. He's forgotten I'm a mixed-blood Alpha who's been playing nice for far too long. While he's busy playing house with my backstabbing sister, Lucas Morgan—the most dangerous Alpha in the territory—is making me an offer I can't refuse.

Paxton wants to discard me? Fine.

But he's about to learn that some women don't just walk away—they burn everything down on their way out.

I'm done being the good girl. Done being the perfect mate. Done hiding what I really am.

"It was a mistake! I apologized already," feeling so terrified as I moved backward.

"You should have known me better than this, little sparrow," He chuckled deeply, his gaze fixed on me.

"Lucas please!" I cried, now stopped by the wall as my heart beats faintly.

"Don't worry it's just a little game, you and I will play, you'll love it, little sparrow," He smirked.

I knew this was a trick, Ben lied when he said he wouldn't hurt me and I stupidly fell into the trap.

Now, I was alone with him and in his room.

I think this is the time for me to announce my funeral...

"Strip!" His cold voice snapped me out,as he stared at me with a deadpan expression while I gazed at him in ultra shock.


Camilla Evans is a gentle nerd in her finals at Watermark Highschool. As a nerd, the stereotypical notion of her wearing thick rimmed glasses, out-of-vogue clothes and shoes which were eighty percent of the time, twice her size still stands.

Having been at the bottom of the food chain in Watermark Highschool, Camilla was liable to predators and the most annoying one of them all went by the name, Lucas Liam.

Camilla had no idea why the hottest guy in school would even spare her a glance not to mention actually spending the whole day bullying and teasing her to no end.

Could there be something else to these false acts of bully and teases from Lucas?

Find out what happens when the Cheerleader, Jenny Layton put Camilla's life at stake?

Will she be able to handle all the torments she's passing through especially when her mum died and her sister left her behind?

"We must stop!" She breathed out and removed her wrists from his hold. She straightened her dress and began to walk away.
"How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." He replied.

There was an ominous demonic glare in her angelic eyes. They said she was nothing but the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin, roaming across centuries, killing and hiding. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate.

Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, the fated Alpha King. Everything would change after he found her, his moon-blessed Luna. Would he be ready for the storm and darkness brought along with her? Meant to bend himself to her will and desires, both of their fates will be twisted into unexpected accord.

"I, Kiara Vane, reject you, Alpha Liam!"

Kiara was the Westland Pack’s greatest joke: a blind, wolfless Luna married to a man who loathed her very existence. Pushed to suicide by her own twin sister’s betrayal and her mate’s cold-blooded cruelty, she was meant to be a forgotten footnote in history.

But the history books lied.

Cassandra, a feisty 21st-century student with a sharp tongue and a heart of steel, finds herself sucked into the cursed pages of an ancient text. She wakes up in the past, inhabiting the body of the "Dead Luna" under a blood-red moon.

But there’s a catch: this version of Kiara can see. And she isn't crying for mercy anymore.

Alpha Liam is a monster who swore to destroy the pack's traitors to avenge his mother’s death. He expected a broken, sightless girl he could easily crush.

Instead, he finds a defiant queen who looks at him with mockery instead of longing… a woman who seems to know his secrets before he even speaks them.

As Cassandra navigates a world of silver blades, ancient witchcraft, and a mate bond that burns with a dangerous new hunger, she has only one goal: make them all pay.

But as the "wolfless" girl begins to show the heart of a dragon, the predator slowly becomes the prey.

Liam is no longer looking for revenge… he’s looking for the woman who stole his soul.

But one question haunts the entire pack:

If the real Kiara died that night under the red moon… then who… exactly… is the woman wearing her face?

"What do you want? Ask me." I whisper against her cheek, kissing the warm skin there. I feel my cock pushing through my pants with wild desire, my body begging, pleading, but I take a deep breath, controlling myself.

"I want you to take me somewhere..."

"What else?" I feel her soft hands slide down my arms to my wrists, she moans softly and I restrain myself at the surreptitious way she's giving herself away.

"I don't want you to stop touching me like this, I want you to feel it and praise me for being so wet right now."

At the age of 22, Dakota's life had already gone through so many ups and downs that she took a drastic step that cost her family and her dreams. Now in New York, sharing an apartment with her best friend, she finds the remnants of her anguish still alive. Thoughts of uncertainty and the feeling that she is missing out on her best period torment her every night.

On one of these nights, fate gives her a hot experience with a mysterious, much older man who will not leave Dakota's thoughts for a long time... The future is a mystery, but her new job in a multinational company will manage to shake up her life with new responsibilities and a new pair of blue eyes. Dakota thinks it would be a good idea to dive into them, after all, the man behind the black hair and tall stature is popular, a good and communicative company. Still, the man doesn't seem to be enough, he lacks his father's gray eyes, mystery, seriousness and maturity. Doubt is immoral, her feelings are too dangerous. Perhaps Dakota's biggest mistake is to hold on to something her heart and body are pushing her so hard to do. Maybe she is different because she is truly sure of what she wants, contrary to what she believes. Could they keep her most secret desires at bay?

"You are naked," Josh commented.

"No-no… I…" she began to stutter, earning a small smile from Josh. "I am not."

"Come out from the stream then," he said with a lopsided smirk, moving dangerously closer to her.


Born of the lowest rank, Olivia has suffered greatly as an Omega Werewolf. After facing a pack attack, she was saved by a strange man who sold her off to be a slave. As she begins serving as a slave for a werewolf pack, she is captured by rogues.

After finally escaping from a group of dangerous rogues, she finds herself facing rejection yet again when she learns that she is mated to the Cursed Alpha, Josh who is the most feared, ruthless, and deadliest werewolf in the world.

Josh ruled with an iron hand, was merciless and dangerous just the way he wanted it. He knew he had no chance at love, and discovering he had a mate was out of the question. Mates are weaknesses, and his parents were the perfect example of why he should not be mated. Then, what was the Moon Goddess thinking, mating him with an Omega?

I saved her… hid her from the world. Camouflaged her from my enemies. For years, I wondered if I did the right thing. Was the family I left her with taking good care of her? When I enter the auction, I get my answer. I never expected to see her big blue eyes again. Never expected for her to be the main attraction. Virgin for sale… highest bidder wins. I had no intention of buying her, but her body called to me. I find myself bidding. Again and again. Until I’m the proud owner of an eighteen-year-old virgin. She thinks I saved her again. She's so wrong. I just threw her to the hungry wolf. I’m going to enjoy breaking her down. Piece by piece. But not before I seek out the family that promised to protect her and get my revenge.

They say some secrets are meant to stay buried.

I used to believe that too—until Roman Aldridge walked back into my life fifteen years later, no longer the broken thirteen-year-old boy I once held through his darkest nights, but a devastatingly handsome man who looked at me like I was his salvation and his damnation all at once.

"I've never stopped loving you, Vivian."

Those seven words shattered the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart. Because the truth? I'd never stopped loving him either.

Fifteen years ago, I was his dead mother's replacement—a twenty-three-year-old political advisor tasked with caring for a grieving child. I held him when he cried, watched him grow, and somewhere along the way, developed feelings that terrified me so much I fled Seattle like my life depended on it.

Now I'm back. Divorced, desperate, and apparently still weak enough to melt under those same dark eyes that once looked at me with innocent adoration but now burn with a man's desire.

The scandal writes itself: Governor Candidate's Son Seduces Former Caregiver. Or is it the other way around? Does it matter when the entire world thinks you're a predator who groomed the boy you were supposed to protect?

Roman doesn't care about the headlines. He doesn't care that loving me could destroy his political future, his relationship with his father, everything he's worked for. He says he'd rather burn the whole world down than live without me.

The problem is, I believe him.

And God help me, I think I might let him.

Because sometimes, the most forbidden love is the only one worth fighting for.

Even if it means that a woman falls in love with the child she once nurtured.

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

When my husband handed the project I bled for to his "depressed" childhood sweetheart, he told me to be mature. "You're my wife. You shouldn't care about the credit."

So, when I was in the hospital miscarrying our baby while he threw her a party, I didn't cry. When she posted selfies wearing my anniversary necklace, I didn't scream.

Julian thought he had finally broken me into the perfect, obedient housewife. He truly believed I was nothing without him.

What a pathetic joke.

He had no idea his entire "business empire" was secretly kept alive by my family's trust fund.

He certainly didn't know the "mundane paperwork" he blindly signed this morning was my resignation—and our divorce agreement.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, my husband Nathan audaciously discussed the name of the child his mistress Victoria was carrying, speaking in Spanish right in front of me.
They presumed I could not understand. Yet, not only did I comprehend every word, but I had also long ago uncovered evidence of their affair—including those passionate videos filmed in his car...
But when I vanished completely, he went into a frenzy.
When the news of the 'plane crash' broke, he spent fifty million dollars, deploying twelve rescue helicopters to search relentlessly through the storm for seven days and nights.
When the rescue team informed him that 'there were no survivors,' this once indomitable man knelt on the deck, weeping inconsolably like a child who has lost his mother.
Little did he know, there was no trace of me on that 'lost' plane.
And now, it was my turn to make him experience the true meaning of loss.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

I was forced by my father to fulfill an arranged engagement with an Alpha I'd never met face-to-face. Pushing open the jewelry store door, I found my fiancé Kane spoiling his childhood sweetheart Briar, who was trying to snatch my mother’s ring. "Security! Get this stray out of here!" Briar screamed, pointing at me. When I revealed my identity, Kane sneered coldly: "What bullshit pact? I would never marry a woman like you." Briar snatched the ring and threw water at my face: "Kneel down and beg me to give it back!" When I fought back, Kane exploded in rage: "How dare you touch my woman? Hold her down!" Four warriors pinned me down as Briar laughed cruelly: "Let everyone see this delusional bitch who doesn't know her place!" They stepped on my hand while Kane watched coldly, even urging her on: "Hurry up, let her learn her lesson." Just as she was about to chop off my finger with a knife, the door suddenly burst open—"Do you have any idea whose daughter you're humiliating?"

I died on my 28th birthday.

My family was throwing a birthday party for my sister Stella—yes, we share the same birthday, but in this house, only hers was worth celebrating.

My corpse was slowly rotting in the storage room while laughter and birthday songs echoed from the living room. They thought I was just "throwing another tantrum," completely unaware of the torment I had endured before dying.

The irony was crushing: I had spent five years ghostwriting musical compositions for her, making her the "genius composer" everyone adored. Meanwhile, I—the real creator—was dismissed as nothing more than a jealous older sister.

By the time they finally discovered my body, guided by the stench of decay, it was far too late.

But death was only the beginning of my revenge.

Every single person who had hurt me would pay the price.

Including those I loved most.

When I opened my eyes once more and beheld the familiar glint of scheming in my sister's gaze, I knew—she had also been reborn.

In my past life, she shattered the souls of my child and me with a forbidden moonlight ritual, driven solely by envy of my perfect partner and healthy heir. In my dying moments, I saw no remorse in her eyes, only a twisted satisfaction.

In this life, she still seeks to seize everything from me—my fiancé, my child.

This time, I have chosen the one whom everyone scorns as the "exile."

They call him a monster, curse him, and claim that any woman who unites with him will bear only deformed beasts.

What they fail to comprehend is that as I lay on the brink of death, it was he whose golden eyes reflected the anguish of despair. What they know even less is the secret I harbor—one that even I scarcely believe.

My dear sister, do you desire the perfect heir? Do you yearn for supreme power?

Come, then.

Let us see how long your hypocritical facade can endure when the blood moon rises again, and all discover the true "monster."

I was but eighteen when I found myself captivated by my best friend’s brother.

At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.

For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."

Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.

He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:

"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"

I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.

"I shall no longer trouble you."

I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."

Minutes before the Stanford Hackathon began, my childhood friend decided to bail to help his girlfriend shoot a TikTok video.

I was just about to stop him when his inner voice suddenly exploded in my head: 'I actually got reborn?'

'Last time, I listened to Maeve and stayed for the competition, securing my spot at Stanford. But Sloane went to Malibu alone to shoot her video and fell off a cliff!"

'Even though I pushed Maeve off a roof to avenge her, I still lost the love of my life.'

'This time, I'm not losing Sloane. If Maeve dares to stop me again, I'll make her pay with her life all over again!'

My blood ran cold, and the words of persuasion died in my throat.

If he wanted his tragic romance so badly, he could have it.

On the eve of the violin competition, I was dragged into the basement and tormented for three excruciating hours, my hands shattered by iron rods, rendering me incapable of ever playing again.

As I lay in the hospital awaiting emergency care, I discovered the truth: it was my own father who had hired the assassins to ruin me; it was my fiancé who deliberately delayed my surgery, aiming to leave me permanently disabled; and ultimately, it was my pampered sister, cherished by the entire family, who had set fire to gasoline with the intent to burn me alive.

Fifteen years ago, a sorcerer had proclaimed that my sister was the 'blessing' of the Winslow family, while I, through my very existence, was deemed a 'curse' that needed to be eradicated.

Due to this absurd prophecy, I became the target of my family's ambition to be rid of me.

They wished for my demise, yet I am determined to survive — to witness them pay the price for their choices today.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

On our fifth anniversary, my Mafia Don husband kissed my cheek, then switched to Corsican to tell our adopted daughter how much he enjoyed getting her pregnant piece by piece.

He didn't know I spoke seven languages. Corsican included.

He didn't know that in three days, I would vanish — no body, no trail, no goodbye.

When I disappeared, he lost his mind.

Now it was my turn to teach him what losing someone really meant.