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"Can I ask you a question, Mr Grayson?" Selena asked Ivan who was sitting opposite her, chewing a bubble gum noisily.
"Sure," Ivan replied and a smirk formed in his pink lips, "As long as the question is not as daft as you are."
A slight frown appeared on Selena's face and she felt like slapping Ivan for his statement, but she kept her cool and she said,
"What does sex mean to you, Mr Grayson? What is sex to you?"
Ivan grinned devilishly and he crossed his legs together before saying,
"To me, sex is like oxygen. I can't live or breath without it. In short, SEX IS LIFE. SEX IS ALL I WANT. SEX IS ALL I NEED"


Ivan Grayson was a young man who possessed the qualities most women love in a man.
Handsome, rich, amazing.. Name it all. Ivan had all those qualities.
Girls flooded around him like bees swarming around a honeycomb, but surprisingly, Ivan never had a girlfriend or a lover. Not that he didn't want a girlfriend, but he was scared of getting heartbroken.
Everything about Ivan suddenly changed when his best friend's mom became his first girlfriend whom he had his first sex with.
The sex felt great, and pleasuring to him and he started wanting more of it; more sex.
The holy guy became a sex addict who fucked various women: Tall or short, fat or thin, older or younger; he fucked them all.
But Unfortunately for Ivan, his mom found out about her son's sexcapedes.
Heart broken and hurt, Ivan's mum decided to hire a therapist or her son.
She met with a young and sexy therapist named Selena, and Selena signed a contract to be Ivan's personal therapist for three months.
Find out more by reading the book.

Rey Reed is a young boy who was kidnapped at the age of 16. He was knocked out and later woke up in a tar pit. However, he is someone who never gives up, no matter the odds against him. Rey Reed managed to escape, only for him to meet himself in the worst arena ever. A place where no one has ever survived. Despite the hard tournament, the first 10 chapters of this story tell us how Rey Reed fights for his survival for a complete 4 years. However, everything changed when he met with some teensonn the arena grounds, especially a girl named Kira. Despite how Rey Reed's father always appears to him in his dreams, warning him about his emotions, they would lead to his downfall. But Rey Reed refused to heed his father's warning, which eventually led to his downfall. Rey Reed was slaughtered on the arena ground, and he was later awoken in the afterlife.
The Afterlife is a place where supernatural beings exist and live their lives. Rey Reed started his new life in the afterlife, where he discovered that he was from the generation of the Smiths.
Now, who is Smith?
The smith is a hunter. They hunt ghosts, rogue witches, and wizards. Unfortunately for Rey Reed, he meets his generation's worst enemy in the afterlife.
He was now torn between the afterlife and his physical reality. Rey Reed must fight his generation's enemy and also find a way to return to his real world.

Persephone grew up with only her mother, Demeter, and the nymphs on her mother's estate. She was taught certain things about the world, but only from a jaded Demeter's viewpoint. She was taught that all the Gods, especially Hades, are the worst in the world, despite the fact that she is one of the 12 Olympians who run the world.
When Zeus calls Hades to meet at Demeter's, it is discussed as a rebellion against the Gods. A plot to perhaps release their father from Tartarus has Zues stressed and demanding that his brother makes sure their father is tightly locked away in Tartarus.
With the arrival of two other Olympians on Demeter's estate, she shuffles her daughter away. She doesn't want her to be around any of the other Gods. She wants to keep her daughter intact in her own image, as Persephone is all she has. Unfortunately for Demeter, Hades caught a glimpse of Persephone, and one glance was all it took. He wants her. With tensions between the rebels and the Gods and Demeters' temper, it does not seem a good time to be falling in love.
This is a modern take on the tale of Hades and Persephone.

Because of an invitation letter, I arrived at a mysterious island. On this island, there is an enigmatic hotel where everything is so eerie, so thrilling, and so beyond belief! Watching the people around me die one by one, I realized that this is a land of death...

Cherry Mae Banaag, an exemplary and hardworking woman. She had no other desire but to give a better life to her father, who was suffering from heart disease. But because of the hardships of life and the lack of funding for her father’s operation, Cherry had no choice but to accept the offer of the famous vocalist of Logistic Band, Rexon Del’Torre, whom she just met at the Resto-Bar where she was working.
At first, she agreed to work as his personal assistant but later on, Rexon demanded different work. How can she resist his charm, his addictive scent, and his dangerous touch?
How could she resist Rexon Del’Torre if he is the only one who could give her satisfaction and own his body and soul?

"Let's make a deal."
"Six months. I give you six months. If you fall in love with me within that time frame, I will kill you. If you don't, your freedom is guaranteed." He gave me a sinister smile. If I looked hard enough, I'd see the horns on his head, portraying him as the devil he really was.
"Deal?" Everything in me was screaming to say no and get the f**k away from him. I knew I was going against everything I know when I said, "Deal."
Jordan Miller is a twenty-year-old engineering student drowning in debt and secrets she cannot afford to expose. What started as a desperate way to survive pulls her straight into the hands of the most dangerous man in the city.
Alessandro Maurizio doesn't tolerate risks. And Jordan is one. She was supposed to be eliminated. Instead, he locks her inside his world. What begins as control turns into a ruthless game. He trains her. Tests her. Uses her as bait in a war between powerful mafia families.
And with every step deeper into his violent empire, Jordan stops being the girl who was trying to survive... and becomes someone far more dangerous.
Because Alessandro doesn't just control. He claims. And once he does, he never lets go.
But the rules of the deal never changed.
Fall in love, and she dies. Walk away, and she's free.
So why does it feel like he has no intention of letting her go?

Don't touch me!! Stay away from me, Chloe told marcus in a string voice which came out as a whisper from her mouth.

Ripples of pleasure were shooting inside her body with how marcus was touching her but still she want to deny the ache which is getting between her legs making her panties wet in her own cum.

Are you serious, Chloe?? You don't want me to touch you, but why does it feels that your body is saying something different?

Your body is defying you Chloe, saying that he push his finger inside her panties and started caressing her folds and slowly penetrated his fingers in her honey pot!!

Let's see Chloe Tristan how you'll fight my attraction!! I'll make you crave my touch like anything but will not give it to you, until you beg me to take you!!

Adrasteia Meranza is a 22-year-old novel addict who loves vampire stories. She's sweet and kind, but she won't let anyone step on her pride. Adrasteia is confident and wonderful, but she feels like something is missing from her life; she wants to know the truth about her past that haunts her dreams every night.
Asmodeus Vointeroz is a hundred-year-old vampire who keeps his thoughts to himself. He's mysterious and unreadable, and he doesn't care about what others think. Asmodeus is willing to do anything to protect his vampire clan, even if it means leaving the girl he loves.
Adrasteia is clever, attractive, and valiant. She's in her last year of college at Colmillos University in Colmillos Town, and her library is full of books about vampire romances. Her fantasy is to be devirginized by a strong, masculine, and attractive vampire. However, she soon discovers that the town where she grew up is owned by vampires, and her long-time schoolmate, Asmodeus Vointeroz, is one of them.
Asmodeus is a majestic, serious, stout, and masculine guy who Adrasteia sees as her chance to finally fulfill her sex fantasy. Will Asmodeus agree to what she wants?

She thinks she’s going to die alone as a virgin, but she could get her cherry popped by one of my friends… It was a win win. But why did I still feel that tug in my heart warning me that it was a bad idea?***

My heart was pounding fast, the blood rushing through my veins increased their pace and became hot… much too hot for me to handle. Her freaking scent…

I lean in closer, and I see the heat flush on her cheeks when I press my hardon close to her. My hands further travelling up her smooth stomach, up her chest. Her lips, swollen and wet from my kisses and bites.

Fuck mate bond, I want her! Now!***

Keira was an ugly wolf-less she-wolf who was bound to die alone. Or was she? That same Keira happens to be Raiden’s mate, son of the Alpha. But Raiden bluntly rejects her at a party where he learns they were mates after getting intimate with her.

She is heart broken, depressed and emotionally drained after being rejected and then she was pregnant for the Alpha and this pushes her into making the decision of living among the witches. They actually accept her in their home and she takes them all as family and swears her undying loyalty to them.

Years goes by and with a beautiful daughter, Naomi, her previous heart break turns to rage and she returns to Blood moon’s pack for revenge. But what’s this? The Alpha wants her now?

“Now come along, little Angel. You would not want any freak accidents to happen to any of these humans. Would you?”

''Do you know you are the most beautiful creature I have ever had the pleasure of meeting?''

There are no others like you. Despite the thousands I have been with, you are the one I find the most delicious. Now tell me, do you find me attractive?” ****

Elise is the daughter of the Angel of death, Azrael. She is half human and half archangel. While She has been raised by Michael, her family of angels has made it clear that she is not allowed to meet her father. Not only that, but the other angels fear her unique gifts that she shares with her father. They have been keeping secrets.

A man, or should I say demon, comes into Elise life. He helps her reveal what has been kept from her. By helping her unlock her true power, maybe he has awaken something she didn’t even know she was capable of having. Maybe she is more like her father than anyone knowing.

After a deadly virus shattered civilization, a new world rose from the ruins—one ruled by Alphas.

Females are claimed. Controlled. Bred.

Alex swore she would die before becoming any man’s possession.

Fiercely independent and determined to escape the fate forced on women like her, Alex has spent years surviving under the radar. But everything changes when the powerful Vandicoff brothers—three ruthless Alpha rulers—discover she is their true mate.

The moment they claim her, war ignites.

Alex refuses to submit to their bond, their authority, or the dangerous pull between them. She fights every command, every touch, every instinct threatening to drag her under. But the more she resists, the more obsessed the brothers become.

What begins as a battle for control soon sends shockwaves through the entire Alpha world, threatening the Vandicoff empire itself.

Can Alex survive three possessive Alphas without losing herself in the process?

Or will the one thing she craves most—love—become the very thing that destroys her?

This is a very dark romance with many levels. The things that happen to the FMC are horrific no matter how the men in her life attempt to label it. What happens to her is SA no if ands or buts. I don’t romanticize it, I call it what it is. Other characters, including the men, try to reframe it into something else, but she always calls it what it is. There’s no hearts and flowers between the main characters in the first half of this book despite the attempts of her men to change that, so please don’t think it is that type of romance book. Alex is tough, but she is put through a lot, and comes out the other side a stronger woman. If you can handle the darkness and emerge with her on the other side to a new life with the happiness she deserves, then please read her story.

Trigger warning. This is a dark romance, and it contains scenes of SA on page throughout the book. There is also kidnapping, trafficking, and depictions of torture. So, please be aware.

“Liz, you may be the light in my soul, but I won’t think twice, before I turn into your darkness if you dare to disobey me again. I will not lie, dragă. I was so furious with you, I wanted to bend you over my knees and slap that beautiful round ass of yours!” My confession caught her by surprise, but what she said after took my breath away.

“Do it then, I’ve been bad...” I didn’t think I heard it right, and when she unbuttoned her jeans, I saw the gold in my eyes reflecting in her violet ones.

“Don’t you give me ideas, Liz…” A low growl slipped my strained lips.

“I mean it, Vlad.” My blood rolled in thick waves in my veins. “I’ve been disrespectful to you, Grizzly. I deserve it.”

“Take your pants off and come to me.” I sat on the edge of the bed and waited...


Everything he dreamt for was torn from him in a time when you had to choose between kill or get killed, and he learnt it was much better to be feared than loved. Fate had other plans for him. In a last attempt to save his soul, he was blessed with unconditional love. A love that didn’t ask questions or judge, but his duty to his land and vengeance came first, and his rough ways granted him a curse.

She promised him then, he’d never be alone and just like the prophecy they met again, but she was different…

Now, she was the one in need of saving…

Will she learn from his past mistakes?

Will she choose him over her duties and vengeance?

Will their love rule over time and death?

The late night after my boyfriend left for his business trip, I received a strange call.
"Fresh delivery, hurry down to get it. If you wait too long, your meat will be picked clean."
I stubbed my toe and winced, telling him to just leave it outside my apartment door.
He hesitated but agreed.
Less than ten minutes later, my phone rang again. His voice was impatient, urging me to come down immediately.
I was about to respond when a cold sweat broke out on my back.
Outside the door was a busy main road—where were the raccoons?
And why was he waiting for me downstairs for ten minutes?
What sent chills down my spine was...
I suddenly remembered that I hadn't ordered any fresh groceries this week.
So who was the man standing downstairs, using excuses to trick me into coming down?

Dr. Maya Cross, a 31-year-old medical examiner haunted by memory gaps from a Boston lab accident, has returned to her hometown only to find death following her. Seventeen bodies have crossed her autopsy table, all dying impossibly with crystallized blood, and now the same transformation creeps through her own veins. Kane Rivers arrives like salvation incarnate, a brilliant pharmaceutical researcher offering experimental treatments and the promise of survival. Their connection ignites instantly, two brilliant minds racing against time as the rare Blood Moon eclipse approaches in three weeks. But Kane's credentials don't check out, his knowledge runs too deep, and his treatments work too perfectly. As Maya's body betrays her and her heart opens to love, she must uncover whether Kane is her savior or the architect of her destruction. In Ravenshollow, where eighteen-year cycles of death coincide with celestial events, trust is the deadliest gamble and love might be the final experiment.

Leonardo da Vinci once wrote, Black is like a broken vessel, which is deprived of the capacity to contain anything. I wonder what he thought of the color white. Did he think it was a sign of purity? Or did he too look upon whiteness as a false brightness, a lie?

2-years-ago if I stood on this very podium, with this man across from me, I would have smiled similar to the way I am now. The white dress hugging my body then a promise of honesty and trust as I glowed with a warmth knotting my stomach walls.

Only then, my smile would've been comfortable, wrapped in genuine joy, because then I loved him. At that stage in my life, he was my world and I would have laid myself on the floor where he walked with his blood-stained soles. And I would have done it naked, ready to bare myself to this one man with a smile on my face.

A smile that wasn't bold, or soaked with the whisper of revenge. My heart would have beat with love, and not in the threat that now lurks outside these Church walls, waiting with finite patience that would soon be over. This marriage is no fairy-tale.

"What do you know about the ZOO?"

That question started a black-ops operative down a different path.

Born from the fertile imagination of bestselling author Michael Anderle.

“Do you know who I am?” Jenkins blurted without thinking. “Do you really think you can get away with killing a sitting member of the United States’ House of Representatives?”

“You put my family in the crosshairs of barbarians who wouldn’t think twice about using them as leverage to get to me,” the man stated calmly, and not a single hint of emotion crossed his face. 

“You have a family, Congressman, one you appear to love a great deal. What exactly would you do to keep them safe?”

Jeremiah Johnson needed a job and Retired Marine Colonel Anderson needed a man with Johnson's particular skills.

Fast.

It was a match made in Heaven, or Hell. It all depended on which side of Savage's gun your people happened to stand on.

The safe end, or the business end.

Inside the ZOO isn't the only place people where people act greedy. Doctor Courtney Monroe has taken control of her Dad's legacy - she merely needed two men to help make it happen.

Anderson and Savage have been up to the task, so far.

WILL THEY BE ABLE TO KEEP IT UP?

Go up and click on the 'Read Now' button and enter a knock-down drag-out story where the last man standing is the one who rights the wrongs.

Or at least the one who writes the story in the history books.

Six years of hauling corpses. Six years of scraping maggots out of floorboards and suffocating in a toxic slurry of putrefying flesh and industrial solvents—all just to buy my husband a little more borrowed time.

I thought the thing I pulled back from the brink of death was a human being.

But the day my joint accounts were frozen... the moment my own son clamped a hand over his nose in disgust at my stench... the second I watched his mistress weeping softly into his chest... I finally realized the truth.

I hadn't saved a man. I had resurrected a pack of monsters, and they weren't going to stop until they ground me into the dirt.

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.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

“Sir, the new student got into trouble in class ! They asked you to come !”

I pulled a long face while my Lycan gritted out in my mind.

“That’s our mate, punk !”


Ever had the shock of your life that the man you hate the most on the first day of college is your foxy hot, male professor and surprise, surprise, surprise- your roommate too ?!

Add to it that he does NOT belong to the human world !

Amidst bitter pasts and complicated relationships is the added fear of the Dark Overlord who is hell bent on destroying the entire supernatural world as well as the human world.

Will the roommates get their act together and finally be one with one another ? Will human laws allow the student-teacher relationship to bloom into a satisfying romance ? Will the last surviving Lycan in the human world be able to avenge the death of its pure blood Lycan pack ? And finally will the Lycan race survive at all?

The night my husband George took our five-year-old son to celebrate his mistress winning Best Actress, I found a video on his laptop that shattered everything.
On our seventh anniversary, after waiting hours for a husband who never came home, I made a decision that would destroy him forever.
I didn't confront him. I didn't file for divorce. I didn't beg him to choose me.
Instead, I chose to disappear.
When George came home with exotic wines and a designer dress, trying to cover his lies with expensive gifts, he had no idea he only had six days left with me.
Six days before my car would plunge off Riverside Bridge.
Six days before Brenda Taylor would cease to exist.

For seven years, I'd been the perfect wife. I'd survived the pain of childbirth, the changes to my body he could no longer love, and the slow death of our marriage while he built a new life with actress Candice Black and took our son along for the ride.
He thought I was too devoted to leave. Too broken to fight back. Too in love to see the truth.
But he was wrong.
I didn't leave him. I vanished.

And when my car goes over that bridge, when he realizes what he's lost, that will be the beginning of his end.
Because some betrayals don't deserve confrontation.
They deserve ghosts.

It is a big pack. I was about to open the door when I heard some giggling from the other side. It was a female I know that because what male giggle.

"Oh yes that feels good" the female moans.

A blush comes to my face as I heard that. I don't want to intrude but I have duties to attend.

I knock on the door hoping they would hear and begin to walk inside only to freeze on the spot. Tears fill my eyes as I look at the teen couple in front of me.

I turned my head back to my mate. He was staring at me with no emotion on his face. No regret that he was kissing someone else.

"Zep-"

"Don't say my name" He snapped at me cutting me off and making me flinch.

"But why?" I croaked. His facial expression turned angry.

"A slut who already has a kid that was not from me. Someone who is a rogue and a disgrace to our kind. Tell me mate how many men have you slept with? I can smell you have been with quite a few. Do you even know who the father of your disgrace is? huh?"

My breath came in short pants as I listened to what he was saying. I was frozen. I couldn't speak.

"I Zephania Abrahms reject you Sasha as my mate. My pathetic mate."

Ashley was always into hot boys in her hometown.
But this nerd guy made her heart beats fast, and made her blush like an innocent girl.
His glaring just made her panties wet.
“Y-you like me?” Uno’s golden gaze locked with my green one. It was like he was scanning me. my gaze travelled to his kissable lips.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I smiled playfully.
“But—“
I looked back at his eyes “I know you want me too Uno. That—“ I pointed to his boner, “proves it. You got it when I sat on your lap. I want you to touch me, feel me, kiss me Uno, and I’m sure as hell that you want it.” Before I could stop myself, my hand went to his trousers and squeezed him over his sweatpants. His thickness shocked me.
“Oh fuck!” he groaned as my hand squeezed him. I wanted his manhood in me as soon as possible or I’d go crazy.
Uno looked at me, lips parted. His gaze roamed all over my body. My face, my neck, breasts, legs, everywhere. I could see the inner beast in him wanting to break open the fucking cage and pounced out to ravish me. I could see the battle he was fighting in his eyes.
I leaned forward and whispered into his ear softly. “Let it go, Uno.”
Suddenly out of nowhere, it’s like something snapped in him and Uno pushed me down on the couch and crashed my lips to his.

"First time?" She kept silent, continued what she was doing, and suddenly — I tore her undies.
I kissed his lips down to her neck because my mouth traced them. I synchronized the insertion of my finger in her vulva; my tongue started to fight with her tongue and play in her hot saliva.
Her growl sent shivers down my spine, the reason for me to burst. "Please,” she begged. I can't help it. She is determined to give her virginity to a mere stranger.
"Psh.” Then, as I entered her private hole, the heat engulfed me.
"Fvck. You’re so tight."


I know who you are and what you have planned. I’ll marry you so I can clean my tarnish name. Regardless of all these, what acceptance would you bestow upon my little mysteries?

Alessandro, a disciplined presidential bodyguard, is assigned to protect Isabelle, the president's rebellious daughter.
One night, he crosses a line he was never meant to cross and is found in her bed, exposed to the media and the machinery of power.
What should have remained a professional duty turns into a dangerous obsession.
Isabelle is determined to sabotage her father's re-election, even if it means manufacturing scandals to bring him down.
As the campaign intensifies, long-buried secrets surface. Her mother's suspicious death. Manipulation behind the election. A lethal plot tied to her fiancé's family. Rumors spread, friendships collapse, and public opinion becomes a weapon.
When the president is brought before the court, Isabelle finally understands.
That night was not a mistake.
It was the moment every conspiracy truly began.

He was ordered to kill her.
He locked her in a tower instead.
Now the entire world is hunting them both.

They called Amina a monster.
A forbidden Lycan-Seer Hybrid—a living weapon outlawed for generations.

So she hid.
Three years. One bookstore. Pretending to be human.

Until one night… everything shattered.

A rogue finds her.
An Alpha corners her.
And the moment he touches her—

The Mate Bond explodes.

Rian Vale—Meridian City’s most ruthless Alpha—
was sent to execute her.

Instead, he claims her.

Now she’s trapped in his glass tower,
his prisoner, his project… and his greatest weakness.

But the truth is worse than death.

She wasn’t hiding.
She was being used.

For twenty years, his father has been secretly draining her power—
turning her into the Sovereign’s Heart,
the force holding the entire werewolf world together.

And when that power breaks?

So does the world.

Her mother—long believed dead—
is alive… twisted into a Void-Seer capable of destroying everything.

The Council wants her captured.
Rian’s father wants her harvested.
And the prophecy says—

She will be the one to kill her own mate.

Now hunted, betrayed, and bound to the man who should fear her most,
Amina faces an impossible choice:

Trust the Alpha who caged her…
or become the weapon that ends him.

Because every touch ignites the Bond.
Every lesson makes her stronger.

And every heartbeat brings them closer to the moment
where love… becomes a death sentence.

“I believe that now is the time to ask how much you knew or think how much you knew about your fiancée and the late husband-to-be".
Husband? I wished that he would quit using those words and just be quiet, though I suppose it was better than a fuck mate. As to what I knew about Gregory, I really didn’t know much. We had a deal limiting how much we shared; and how involved we were before we could have got into that arranged marriage. It had never sat well with me, but there it was.
“I knew a lot” I answered evasively.
“so he really didn’t tell you anything, didn’t he? No, it wasn’t really a robbery gang. I believe the word you want is Vampire-coven.”
I remembered how Gregory became my friend before there was a sudden change and idea from my father that the two were to get married. No commitment, no feelings, no attachment. That had been the deal- his deal.

Anya is a new worker who is struggling to fit in. At the same time, she finds herself In a burden that her father intended to marry her off to the vampire community, before the husband-to-be is killed. She feels like an outsider, and she doesn't have many friends. One day, while trying to plot the murder of Gregory, she meets a mysterious new young man named Shawn. Shawn helps Anya to discover the truth.
She had a hidden identity, she never knew what she was capable of. Upon the death of her lover and parents, her life takes a turn as she discovers she is a wolf, from the Moon Pack. She now decides to defend the Solenium from being taken away from her hands. Would A 23-year-old girl be able to defeat the Vampire community? Would she be able to revenge for her father's death?

"You don't think I would easily and completely forget you, did you?" He said nipping at my neck.
"Mgh!" I bit back the moan that tried to escape my lips.
He sucked on each and every part of my neck, leaving me a breathless mess. "Please.." I begged, "we can't be doing thi-" I bit back another moan. As he bit the upper swell of my breast and-

I woke up with a gasp. Panting heavily as I looked around. I was all alone in my apartment.

It was all a dream' I thought to myself as I let out a relived sigh.

Then it dawned on me,
' I HAD JUST DREAMT OF HADES, THE MAN MY MUM WAS MARRYING IN A WEEK!!!' the thought alone sent me into disgust, but at the same, the thought caused my body to buzz.

"You've got to be kidding me" I groaned pulling my hair out in frustration.

**
Valerie's life was never a fairytale. From being married off to a man who made his brides "disappear" to being kidnapped by death itself, she knew happiness wasn’t in the cards for her.

But then came Hades, the god of death—cold, distant, and unyielding. To her surprise, he saw something in her, a rare soul that captivated him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. For a brief moment, Valerie thought she might have a chance at something more.

That was until she was killed.

Fate, however, had other plans. Reborn into a new life, Valerie finally has everything she ever wanted: a loving family and the perfect boyfriend. Life is finally normal—until her mother introduces her fiancé.

It’s him. Hades.

Now she faces an impossible choice: sacrifice her feelings for her mother’s happiness, or risk everything to reclaim the love that was once hers.

In a game of fate, will Valerie rewrite her destiny, or will history repeat itself?

He hadn't even fully undressed when he entered me. I screamed and arched my body against his muscles.
"Oh fuck!" I whimpered as his hands wrapped around my neck.
"You. Are. Mine!" Apollo growled in my ear.
I came with an orgasm, clenching Apollo tightly. Each deep thrust made me so horny, my nails raked his back so hard that blood ran down it. He groaned.
"That's it, baby girl. Cum for me."

The 55th agent, codenamed "Calypso," was born a killer, having never failed a mission and never truly loved anyone. However, her life took a dramatic turn when her boss sent her to assassinate Alpha Apollo.
In a twist of fate, Apollo proved to be more charismatic than Calypso had ever imagined. After their first passionate night together, an irresistible bond formed between them, and their connection was undeniable. Things became even more complicated when Apollo discovered that the woman sent to kill him was his fated mate.
Could his fiery passion shatter her emotional defenses and kindle love within her for the first time in her life? Or would she lead him into a realm of darkness?

Lucas was a married billionaire, but the marriage was not as good as the rumors say.
He had been spying on his new secretary for a long time. She has a good face, a hot body, and a neat demeanor.
“Mention your business , lady. Don't think about rolling on my bed. Or I will kick you out.”
Clarie was shocked when she heard the such arrognant words.
But something unspeakable things happened.
Her boss slept her.
"I don't want to have sex with an unconscious person. Now you're awake. Can I fuck you now?"
Clarie has voveted him for a long time...
Can she restrain her desire there?

"You were going to reject me, Derek?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. "It's not how you see it," he said, his deep voice low.

She demanded clarity, her voice rising. "Answer me, Derek! Were you going to reject me? Yes or no?"

After an heartbroken whereby she witnessed her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, Elena Gandillo, finds herself in a shocking predicament.

Her new professor is none other than the man she shared a passionate night with - Derek Danvers! The mysterious and dangerous bastard son of that powerful pack!

Everything went complicated!

He was way older than her and had some dark secrets which could hurt her. But things take a dark turn when she discovers he's her mate - and he's been planning to reject her all along.

Despite his secrets and age gap, she's drawn to him. Trying to get away from him and avoid trouble, finds herself drawing more and more closer to him instead.

Will she flee or follow her heart? Can she defy the judgment of others and chase love, or will his secrets tear them apart?

I guess that's for you all to find out.

At a young age, she witnessed how her whole family was murdered by a notorious gang leader whom his Dad worked with.

The murder adopt her.

She was raised as her adopted daughter, and she swears to take his life if she is given a slim chance. Living with him every day makes her eager to take her revenge against him.

As she grew old, his adopted father fell in love with her gradually. Fate had changed when he took her as his wife.

She learned to love him after being secretly married to him, but he had hurt her again and left her alone in the hospital after she lost their child, saying, "Don't let me see you again!"

Fate played again, and they reencountered. Finally, her husband sent a waiter to hand a check as payment for having a one-night snack with him. She knew they hated each other and wanted to take revenge on each other, but deep down in her heart, she still longed for his love and affection.

Would their fate change this time and heal their broken heart? What if she discovered the truth behind the tragic death of her family? Would she forgive him, or would she still take his life to fulfill her ambition of killing him?

“Please, no, please don’t” I said, a soft cry escaping from my lips.

His blue eyes pierced into mine. Why were they so gorgeous? No, I couldn’t think this way. I hated this man, I hated how he trapped me.

“I'm a sworn virgin to the goddess of Athena,” I said to him. Hades did not like this answer.

"I'll break you soon enough." He said.

“You’re going to suffer for this, Zeus will be furious!” I said after him as he exited the room.

“Zeus would pay to watch."

Kore for the whole summer before turning eighteen has been having vivid and sexual dreams about a mysterious man with blue eyes.

Suddenly, Kore is molested by Eros, the god of sex, and the mysterious blue-eyed man from the dreams saved her. The blue eyed man turns out to be Hades, the death.

Hades has also had these dreams of Kore and suspects them to be prophecies of his future. He attends Kore birthday party and falls for her beauty and youth from afar. The two of them become closer that night when Hades discovers that Kore has the ability to bring life back from the dead, something he did not think possible.

After seeing her power and beauty, Hades asks permission from Zeus, Kore father, to kidnap her and try to get her to fall in love with him.

Will Kore fall in his trap?

Warning: 18+

Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart to a family that has status, money, and power while dominating the investment world. A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy.
Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down. Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night.
New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for.
Was it always about money? Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels? Did none of them really love her?

The first thing you should know about me? I’m technically a witch. But if you ask my family, that means I’m supposed to be the perfect little spell-slinger: dutifully attend their weird rituals, work at the family business, marry some pre-approved magical dude, and crank out a few adorable witch babies to keep the bloodline alive. Spoiler alert: that’s not happening.

Instead, I’ve mastered the art of avoiding the magical world. My strategy? Hide behind my computer screens and steer clear of all the drama. It mostly works—until the office jerk, who also happens to be a mind reader, decides to nose his way into my carefully constructed peace. Then he turns up half-dead at work, and suddenly, I’m knee-deep in magical messes I never signed up for.

Now, the annoying mind-reading jackass is convinced his problems are my problems, missing bodies are piling up, and both our families are tangled in this supernatural disaster. All I wanted was to play video games, hang out with my cat, and pretend the magical world didn’t exist. Instead, I’m stuck playing amateur detective, dealing with meddling relatives, and navigating way too much forced time with a man who’s equal parts aggravating and…okay, maybe slightly intriguing.

This? This is why I don’t date.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

I’m Alice, vampire royal princess.
Three years into my father’s affair, my mother got her death sentence.
The Royal Enchanter slammed her fist down, eyes blazing.
“Lokui, are you mad? Hiding your terminal curse from him? You think he’ll weep and repent? Killing yourself to punish a man is pathetic.”
My mother only smiled, her gaze soft and steady on me.
“I don’t want his regret. I’m building my daughter a throne with my death.”

The red carpet to Adrian Thorne's side was never paved with flowers. It was a killing floor, meticulously designed.
Two years. Nineteen wedding attempts. And every single one ended in blood.
The fifth attempt: brake failure on the bridal car. I spent three months in the ER with a shattered left arm.
The twelfth: botulism at the menu tasting. I had my stomach pumped and nearly asphyxiated on the table.
The eighteenth... that remains my waking nightmare. I fell down a marble staircase polished to a lethal shine, losing the child I never even got to hold.
Everyone called me the "Thorne Curse." For a long time, even I believed it—that bad luck was just etched into my bones.
Time and again, I crawled out of pools of my own blood. I did it for a decade-old promise of repayment. I did it for the man I had loved for ten years.
Then came the nineteenth attempt. A floral arch weighing hundreds of pounds collapsed during our vows, crushing me into the ICU.
Ribs snapped, organs bleeding, I fought for three days just to claw my way back to the living.
But the moment I woke, through the crack in the door, I heard Adrian’s voice.
"Mr. Thorne, that was too close. If Elinor had actually died..."
"I didn't have a choice." Adrian’s tone was so cold it felt foreign. "Her father died saving me. I’m shackled by that debt. But I love Serena. She is the only one I want to marry."
His voice dropped, lethal and precise. "To clear the path for Serena, I don’t care if I have to stage nineteen accidents or ruin Elinor beyond repair. I will do whatever it takes."
Lying there, staring at the map of scars on my body, something inside me finally shattered.
I realized my suffering wasn't a twisted joke of fate. It was a love letter to another woman—his devotion to her, carved into my very skin.
Since his "debt of honor" kept him from kicking me out, I decided to play the villain and cut the cord myself.

Sohla Kim has everything you could want in life. Born rich and smart, to a family that has status, money, and power, while dominating the investment world. A pre-set betrothment to her childhood best friend, Jyeon Park. The handsome, equally wealthy, and smart, future heir of OLO, their joint family company. An unbreakable bond between two families, a future that looks bright and rosy.
Only the perfect picture is only that, and ten years on, alone, holding her head above water, in a loveless marriage laced with tragedy, her entire world is turned upside down. Everything she thought she had and knew comes crashing down one fateful night.
New waters, new faces, and a denial of the past will bring her back full circle to really question everything she was born for.
Was it always about money? Was she always a tool to elevate Jyeon to higher levels? Did none of them really love her?

Lauren takes off her sunglasses at her own funeral...
"Guess he really did wish me dead."
cuz her Alpha ex husband isn't there
Lauren was heartbroken and left the pack,
but actually Alpha is searching for her like crazy.
When she came back with her daughter,
he would never give her another chance to leave him.

Knox’s hand closes around the collar of my cut, tugging me back just enough that I feel the heat of him at my spine.

“You keep looking at trouble like that,” he murmurs against my ear, voice rough and low, “and one day it’s going to look back.”

I tilt my chin, meeting his gaze over my shoulder.

“Good,” I whisper. “I’m counting on it.”

His mouth curves slowly, dark and dangerous.

“Careful, Shade,” he says. “The Reapers don’t play nice.”

“Neither do I.”

I grew up around the Reaper’s MC.
The roar of bikes, the smell of gasoline and leather, the kind of loyalty that runs deeper than blood. It was never supposed to be my world though. That belonged to my brother.
Ghosteye.
He wore the patch. He lived by the Crown. He believed in the club with everything he had.
And then one day… he was just gone.
Everyone says it was handled.
Everyone says the club took care of it.
But something about it never felt right.
So I did the one thing no one expected—I stepped into the Reapers myself.
Prospecting. Proving I belong in a world where men like Knox, Lucian, and my own father rule with iron fists and blood-stained loyalty.
Digging graves. Running jobs. Surviving men who think I shouldn’t even be here.
The deeper I go, the more I realize this club is built on secrets… and Ghosteye was buried with one of the biggest.
But if the Reapers taught me anything growing up, it’s this:
You don’t wear the Crown unless you’re willing to bleed for it.
And I’m ready to burn this entire kingdom to the ground if that’s what it takes to learn the truth.

He called me his princess and he promised me a ring, our life together was going to be Epic but when I turned 18 and my wolf cried "Mate", He rejected me and claimed another girl in front of my eyes before he disappeared from my life, until……one night he caught me in that nightclub, I couldn't believe it was him but I was sure it was him but then he pinned me to the wall and whispered through gritted teeth. "I don't know you, and certainly do not love you. You have got the wrong man. But I don't mind having you for tonight's appetite."

Every time my husband wants to make me give in, he slaps divorce papers on the table. Every time my parents want me to cave, they threaten to disown me.

What they want is simple: give everything to my twin sister.

I used to fight back. I cried. I demanded to know why it always had to be me.

But when the doctor slides the test results across his desk and tells me in that pitying voice, "Stage four brain cancer. You have a month, maybe less," something in me just... stops caring.

I'm dying anyway. They can do whatever the hell they want.

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.

WARNING: The following are erotic short stories. If you're offended by explicit sex, this isn't for you... and I'm not sorry in the slightest if that's your reaction. This one was a lot of fun to write (and re-write) because it allowed me to really let loose with some naughty stuff! Enjoy. :)

My mother stared at my body, fused to the sofa, and waited forty minutes before calling 911.
She cheerfully told my father the news, deciding they should celebrate with a nice dinner.
Of course.
After all, they could finally be rid of the burden I’d become—no more tormenting me, no more keeping me locked away.
They could go back to being the respectable parents everyone thought they were.
But—
Someone was bound to see the truth.

When I took my last breath, my boyfriend of five years was busy pulling strings to get his new model fling a runway spot.
Nobody knew he used to be a desperate stray I bought out of a dark alley. It started as a three-year contract. I burned millions to pave his way into the fashion elite, handing him top-tier campaigns until he became a global supermodel.
I stayed his dirty little secret so nothing would ruin his shot at "Model of the Year." He swore going public would kill his career, yet he had no problem parading around with young starlets—and letting them humiliate me behind closed doors.
His newest fling even smugly played a recording of him mocking me: "She’s just an ATM for brand deals. How could an uptight, older control freak ever compete with you?"
That was when I finally accepted it: love bought with money is just a transaction.
So, holding my terminal diagnosis, I signed over the last of my assets and quietly bowed out of his glamorous life forever.
I just don't understand one thing: if he was so sick of me, why did he completely lose his mind when he saw my death certificate? Why did he throw away everything he'd built, tearing the world apart to find me like a feral, abandoned dog?

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.