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Four years ago, James Rockefeller was expelled from his home by a wealthy family and traveled to the battlefield with humiliation.
Four years later, he had become the feared "Grim Reaper" of the Western underground world, but chose to retire at the time of his success, only to return to Houston and find his long owing wife Sofia.
But he didn't expect that his wife, who gave birth to her daughter Sophie alone, would suffer from the cold eyes and bullying of the Wilson family over the years.
His mother-in-law wanted to force his wife to marry a wealthy young master, but his relatives humiliated him as useless. His daughter was called a bastard, and his wife and daughter were even forced into the conspiracy of the mysterious underground organization "Hades".
In order to protect his beloved, James chose to hide his true identity and endure misunderstandings, but when his wife and daughter were in danger, he made a thunderous move.
This time, the retired Grim Reaper no longer fights for the empire, but only holds up a sky that no one dares to invade for his wife and daughter.

Hera is eighteen and has never been in a relationship her entire life. Although pretty, she is only known by her oversized hoodies and glasses.

Baek is a hot, sexy, god of death. Heartless, cold and immortal. All he has ever done is take lives and send the souls where they belong. When it is time for Baek to take the lives of nine students of Trevor's High, he has to spend three days as a student of the school and watch his preys. He bumps into Hera and after staring at her olive grey eyes and fixing her broken glasses, Baek feels strangely pulled to the weird funny girl. He realizes she is going to be one of the student whose lives he has to take in three days time, he feels hurt. An emotion he has not felt for hundreds of years. When it is the third day and Baek has to take the lives of the students during a bus crash on their way to a field trip, he discovers he cannot take Hera's life and so, he sends her into limbo. A life that is neither alive, nor dead.

Will Baek break his own heart in his quest of fulfilling his duties as a grim reaper or would he chose love and risk his very existence?

After being imprisoned in the dark tunnel for 500 years. Rose Blair, a grim reaper was sent out on a mission to find the Soul fragment of the lord god, which was scattered in different worlds.

But the problem is why does the invincible lord god keep chasing her around, professing his love in every world.

First World- You belong to me and no one else

Second World- You dare to run away from me!

Third world- I will tie you to my side and make sure you never leave

But then will every world go without obstacles from those trying their best to stop god from awakening?

(Dark Romance) (Mature)
Evie, a necromancer with a big secret, embarks on a timed mission to reconnect with her true Soul Tie, and most feared man on the planet, Grim Reaper Thanatos. As they grow closer in their love, they also grow closer to learning the truth about their separation. Will she be able to defrost his cold heart in time? Or will secrets and lies keep the two apart forever?
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"Don't look away dear, the fear in your eyes is something I want to immortalize."

The guard immediately lunged for her, but Thanatos raised his hand stopping him in his tracks. Wiping the spit from his face, his lips contorted into a terrifying grin.

He took a step towards her, locking his hands to each side of her collarbone before she could move. His pale eyes shifted, his nails finding their way deeper and deeper into her flesh.

With every writhe of agony, he dug deeper, allowing his claw-like fingers to tear effortlessly through her skin.

Someone is killing unmarked souls, and Ru is the only one that can stop them. That's a bit of a problem, though, since she has no idea she's a Keeper.

Adopted as a child, Ru knows nothing about her birth parents. Her new mom insists she was given up because she "ruins everything." Hence, her name-Ruin. Yet, Ru has managed to make a life for herself in the town of Reaper's Hollow, working as a fourth grade teacher, which she loves. If it wasn't for her inability to touch anything electrical without starting a fire, she'd be the happiest girl in Upstate New York.

That is, until the charming and devastatingly handsome Cutter Michaels moves into the classroom across the hallway and starts filling her head with all sorts of unbelievable fantasies. He claims she is the lost Keeper, the daughter of a half-angel and a half-demon, and she is the only one who can help him locate three portals the Reapers, as in Grim Reaper, are using to ferry souls away to the Underworld. Ru knows he's lost his mind, and yet she finds herself being sucked into his delusions more each day. The fact that he can shoot fire out of his hands might have something to do with that.

Once she begins having dreams where she comes face to face with Thanatos, the most powerful Reaper of all, Ru begins to think there might be more to story than she's been giving him credit for. Will joining Cutter lead her to find her biological parents and discover her powers, or will Thanatos claim her for his own?
Will the Keepers close the portals, or will the Reaper's continue to claim unmarked souls whose names are not yet written in The Book of the Dead?

"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.

Victor Graves was supposed to die.

Instead, he is chosen by the Reaper and thrown into a brutal world ruled by levels, survival, and blood-earned power.

Armed with a relentless will and a growing connection to death itself, Victor must navigate monsters, guilds, and deadly secrets while becoming the very weapon the Reaper intended him to be.

I was sitting on my knees with my hands on my legs open. I was waiting naked for Sir in the middle of the room. When Sir came out of the bathroom, he was so happy with me which made me happy in return. Sir told me to thank him for what he was going to do with me tonight and I knew what that meant I mean I have played with a few Dominants in my time at the club. I unbuckled Sir’s trousers and unzip his zip when his pants fell down his dick was right in my face. Clearly Sir didn’t wear underwear. I sucked Sir to the best of my ability I could feel he was holding himself back I was sure he wanted to grab my head and fuck my face but clearly Sir had a lot of self-control. When he had enough, he helped me to my feet and walked me over to the St. Andrew’s cross where he bonded my arms and my legs. I loved the St. Andrew’s cross especially if I get flogged and that was exactly what Sir had in mind tonight. I told him my safe word which was Cupcake. Sir was surprised by the safe word but everything does have meaning in my life. He started to flog me it felt like heaven the flogger over my body. But Sir didn’t stop there he will flog me until my back is nice and warm then he will push his naked body against mine kissing me in my neck and biting my ear. He made me so horny. Then he will stop and start the flogging all over again, just harder every time. He played with my pussy and pushed me to the edge where I just wanted to fall over and cum but he will stop and start everything for the start. At some point I was starting to feel drunk and dizzy I wasn’t use to that feeling that is when I used my safe word Cupcake …. Sir and I talked about everything and why I used my safe word I told him I don’t like feeling out of control he excepted it for now he said. Then we played further, Sir could fuck he was definitely an experienced Dominant that knew how to fuck your brains out he fucked me until I came at least a few times before I passed out. I was supposed to take a phone that Sir wanted me to have for aftercare but I was afraid I’ll fall in love with Sir so while Sir was still sleeping, I sneak out of the room and left the cellphone. When I got home, I was upset with myself because I would have loved to see Sir again but know he was gone. Gone and I have no idea if I will ever see him again….

A few nights after the event at the club where I met Sir, I went with my dad to a welcome home party for one of his friends that came back to Las Vegas. Since my mother and brother’s death I’m always my fathers plus one not that we are very close but I have to do what is expected of me. My father is a very rich and influential man which I try my best not to be. Tonight’s welcome home party was one of those I really didn’t want to go to. I mean he is an old friend of my dad what on earth will I do. I was standing with my back to the group when my father’s friend joined us. When he spoke, I was sure I knew that voice, as soon as I turned around and my father introduce us all that came out of my mouth was Sir?.........

Seamus O'Sullivan, Don of the Irish Mafia, forged a custom gold crest ring to find the woman he’d met at that ball.

He decreed that whoever could wear it would become his bride.

We had all died trying to claim it.

I had already watched my stepsister starve herself to the bone to wear it, only to take a bullet to the head on her wedding night.

I'd seen my stepmother hack off her own finger to force it on, earning herself cement shoes at the bottom of the Atlantic.

By my third life, they pushed me out, and I slipped the ring on easily. I really thought I was his bride. But on our wedding night, when the Don kissed my inner thigh, he snapped—and smothered me with a pillow.

He forced it over my face. I thrashed and clawed, but he pinned me down.

"Why isn't it her?!" he roared through the feathers. "Where is she?!"

Now, I was awake again. The fourth lifetime.

WARNING:
Adult content, recommended for readers 18 and older only.
Contains BDSM relationship, erotic content, violence.
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"Here, I have a key to your heart," she left the key in her palm, metal and skin together. Ocean stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught her attention because of its resemblance to a dagger, so she took it and waited for the perfect opportunity.
"Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growled in disgust. If she is lucky, she'd be unleashed by the end of the night.
Taking the first step toward her destruction, Ocean grins and moves her hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of her neck as she stops directly in front of him. Ocean places her palm on his chest, guides her fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of her lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, the woman takes the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at her in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" she asks, grabs him by the collar, and pulls him closer, her lips lightly stroke his ear as she whispers, "It fits."

Sold like a circus animal.
Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred.
With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again.
Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it.
The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth.

Thaddeus Quell was nobody: a live-in husband turned doormat, slapped for clean floors, bankrupted by his mother-in-law's greed, cuckolded while he fetched groceries. Then his house burned with his wife, daughter, and tormentor inside. He rushed in. He saved them. He fell through fire.  

And something answered.  

A crimson ledger bloomed in his dying vision: touch the dying, see their death, let it happen for money, save them and pay with your life. Now Thaddeus is a billionaire walking corpse—gray hair spreading, organs failing, ghosts whispering vengeance. Every innocent he saves binds a fallen angel to his side. Every villain he lets die (or kills) feeds Echo, the growing shadow that wants the ledger for Hell's throne.  

He wanted to die.  

The system said no.  

Heaven said fight.  

Echo said come closer.  

Now Thaddeus must decide: become the balance-keeper who reaps the wicked and spares the helpless, or let Echo harvest his soul and every child still screaming in the dark.

Cam Baker is just about to graduate college with no clue what the next stage of her life with look like. With fate's intervention, Cam discovers the truth about herself, her family, and her best friend which forever changes her past, present, and future.
Can Cam navigate graduation, a new love, learning the truth about herself and her family, and deal with someone that seems to be out to get her?

Hello, My name is Spare, yes as in a spare tire kinda thing. I'm not allowed to interact with the family unless they want to teach me a lesson. I know all the secrets of this pack.I don't think they are going to let me just leave either, I don't want to go missing like a lot of girls have been lately. It doesn't matter though because I have a plan to get out of here. That is until one night at work, I found a naked man lying on the floor in the room I was about to clean.
You know what they say about making plans?
"You make plans and God laughs."

Carina is the Soul, one of the last members of a perishing race chased across space in search of a refuge.
Ishaan is a planetary councilor, tasked with the examination of the new species.
But when sparks fly between them and the evil finds them, what choice will they make to save everything?
Love in an Open Hand is created by Mia Davis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Two million views. One broken jaw. And a contract that changes everything.

Caspian Vance is Bellerose University’s crown jewel, a lethal defenseman projected to be a top-five NHL draft pick. But off the ice, he is a boy drowning under the weight of an undiagnosed panic disorder and a collapsing family legacy. When a video of him violently assaulting a rival
A player goes viral, his future vanishes overnight. To save his draft, the university delivers an ultimatum: rehabilitate his image, or face expulsion.

Aveline Sterling. She’s the cynical voice behind The Sterling Verdict, a campus podcast dedicated to exposing the exact breed of athletic privilege Caspian represents. Aveline has every reason to hate sports stars who ruined her family. But when the university threatens to pull her funding and destroy her shot at a life-changing postgraduate fellowship, she is forced to make a deal with the devil.

The arrangement is simple: fake-date on Bellerose Live’s marquee reality web-series, The Ice House, for six weeks. He gets his redemption; she gets her funding and an unfiltered live
interview to expose him.

But under the blinding studio lights, the script begins to fracture. A private panic attack turns a bitter rivalry into a dangerous confession. As real intimacy blurs the lines of their legally binding lie, a ruthless blackmailer prepares to leak the contract to the world. When the grid goes dark and the cameras start rolling, they must decide if the love they manufactured is the only true thing they have left.

All Ava ever wanted was a love that lasts, a good guy who'd hold the door, a guy who shows how much he loves her, and sees their future together through her eyes.

But when she got entangled in a web of lies, manipulations, and dangerous toxicity from her lover, she's forced to flee down to her small home town out of fear, a place where she believed he would never find her.

What happens when she overhears a scuffle outside her apartment, someone threatening a victim to pay off some certain debts?

She peeks through her door, and accidentally catches the deadly eyes of Jaxon Cross, her tattooed neighbor nextdoor...

Ava's life became darker, dangerous and far more complicated than she ever imagined.

Because sometimes, the real danger isn’t the man you escaped... It’s the one living next door.

TEASER~

"You really want to make it up to me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I hesitated. "Maybe…?"

His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he murmured, "Maybe a good fuck would bright up my day, and put me in a good mood, Bambi."

TRIGGER WARNINGS: R/18, Stalking, Obsession, Explicit Violence and Intimacy. Readers discretion is advised.

"Victor, stop. I came here for therapy—not to ruin my marriage."

Arthur had assured me his college buddy Victor—a single personal rehab therapist built like a gladiator—would cure my chronic back pain. But then Victor straddled me on the therapy table, his thick, hard cock scorching through thin fabric as it ground against my soaked pussy. All the while, Arthur's voice echoed from the speakerphone:

"Do whatever it takes to fix her. I trust you."

Detective Iris Hale has spent twelve years building an impeccable reputation—logical, relentless, untouchable. In a city where most cases involve infidelity and insurance fraud, she's the department's rising star, poised for promotion to Homicide Chief. Then the "Reaper Murders" shatter her carefully constructed world.
Seventeen bodies in three months. Each victim carved with an elegant "R" mark post-mortem, their faces frozen in expressions of euphoric terror. No DNA. No witnesses. No pattern—except the killer's obsession with perfection. The city spirals into paranoia, and the department hands Iris an ultimatum: catch the Reaper or watch her career burn.
But when Iris discovers a mark identical to the victims' carved into her own childhood diary—dated fifteen years ago—the investigation becomes horrifyingly personal. Someone has been watching her since she was seventeen. Someone who knows the darkest secret she's buried: the night she accidentally killed her abusive stepfather and made it look like suicide.
Enter Dr. Ronan Ashford, the enigmatic forensic psychologist assigned to her task force. Brilliant, unsettling, and possessing an uncanny ability to predict the killer's next move, Ronan becomes Iris's only anchor in the chaos. He sees past her professional armor to the guilt she's weaponized into ambition. Their intellectual chemistry ignites into something dangerous, something neither can afford—especially when Iris begins noticing that Ronan's theoretical profiles feel less like deduction and more like confession.
As bodies pile up and the Reaper's messages grow intimate—notes addressing her by childhood nickname, crime scenes staged at locations from her past—Iris faces an impossible truth: the killer isn't just obsessed with her. He's been crafting her into his masterpiece for over a decade. Every case she's solved, every criminal she's caught, every moral compromise she's made—all calculated steps in his grand design.

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.

One month after bloodshed ripped their family apart, Lily has finally earned her place as Shadow, Knox wears the President patch he never expected to inherit, Darius has reclaimed his position as VP, and the dangerously unpredictable Jinx now stands as Sergeant-at-Arms. They're grieving. They're rebuilding. And they're ready to make everyone responsible for their losses pay.

Then the Iron Serpents come knocking.

Their members swear they were deceived, their President has vanished, and they're willing to surrender everything they know in exchange for the Reapers' help finding him... including information capable of exposing the trafficking empire Rourke left behind.

Warehouses. Routes. Corrupt officials. Buyers.

And one purchase that turns the Reapers' hunt into something devastatingly personal.

Lily.

Someone paid an obscene amount of money for her.

Across the ocean, Brazilian crime king... Thiago Carvalho, O Rei, learns that the woman he purchased was never delivered. He chose Lily because he saw something in her photographs other buyers feared.

Strength.

Defiance.

A woman who refused to break.

Now he wants what he paid for... But Lily isn't merchandise.

She's a Reaper.

She's Shadow.

And the three men who love her are prepared to burn Thiago's entire empire to the ground before they let anyone put their hands on her again.

This time, the hunted are hunting back.

Terminal. One month, maybe less.
I folded the report and put it in my bag. The doctor asked if there was family I could call. I told him there wasn't.
My husband rang while I was crouched against the hospital wall, waiting for the pain to pass. I could hear waves behind his voice. He didn't ask what the doctor said. He wanted to know why his money hadn't come through yet. His first love needed it for her art show.
So I sent him all of it. My savings, and the last of what my mother left me. Ten years, settled in one transfer.
Then my legs went, and a pair of freezing hands caught me before I hit the ground.
The pain stopped the second he touched me.
"Your kind calls us reapers. Give me your soul, and I'll keep the pain off you until the end."
Weston took one look at him and decided I'd hired an actor to make him jealous.
He thinks I'm trying to win him back.

"Why would you marry me just for a kidney?" Elsa demanded, her voice trembling with betrayal.
Liam, her husband, met her gaze with cold indifference. "You were the perfect donor," he replied, his words slicing through her hope.
Elsa's world shattered when she discovered her marriage to billionaire Liam was a sham, a plot to save his ailing fiancée, Ria. Pregnant and used, Elsa fled, seeking solace in her family. But when she lost her baby in a fall orchestrated by Liam, her despair deepened. Now, with her daughter missing and Liam's manipulations tightening their grip, Elsa must confront the monster she once called her husband.
As she fights to reclaim her child and her freedom, Elsa uncovers Liam's ruthless control and the depth of his deception. With each revelation, her resolve strengthens, but so does the danger. Can Elsa break free from Liam's obsession and find true happiness, or will she remain forever in the grip of a billionaire's obsession?

I accompanied my husband, Kieran, down to the Antarctic station’s underground quarantine zone to rescue an ice-bacteria sample at negative forty degrees. Halfway there, he asked me to fetch some data. I was gone for exactly three minutes. When I came back, he had vanished.
The institute staff told me I had gone insane, wandering the halls searching for a husband who had been dead for three years.
They called Kieran’s mentor, Dr. Reiner. Through the phone, the old man wept, swearing that Kieran had fallen into the deepest ice rift in Antarctica three years ago. Not even his bones were recovered.
Branded a lunatic, I was thrown into a sealed bio-containment pod twenty miles away. I became a human guinea pig. Under endless rounds of experimental drugs, my organs failed one by one until I died on that cold metal table.
Then, I blinked. Kieran was standing right in front of me, rushing me to the lab...

My husband fell in love with another woman and wanted a divorce. I agreed.
Getting divorced was easy, but getting back together won't be so simple.
After the divorce, my ex-husband discovered that I am the daughter of a wealthy family. He fell in love with me again and even knelt down to beg me to remarry him.
To this, I had only one word: "Get lost!"
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I took time out of my busy schedule to come back and celebrate my husband's birthday, only to accidentally learn from my daughter that my husband had been maintaining intimate contact with his first love.

My husband still loved his first love and had been secretly involved with her behind my back.

Even though I had given him an adorable daughter, his heart was never with me!

What's the point of continuing a marriage without love?

I chose to leave!

But after I left, he seemed like a completely different person, starting to care about me in every way and wanting to win me back!

It's too late!

Kai Zang only plays trash games. So when an old forgotten game asks him to pick a difficulty, of course he chooses Hard Mode.

Now he's trapped in Veridia with a floating system screen and a smelly, talking beast that won't shut up.

The system says he can go home—but first, he must tame 34 beasts of increasing rarity.

It didn't say how hard.

It didn't say how long.

And it definitely didn't say the beasts would fight back.

He was the world's most feared assassin, a ghost known only as "The Reaper." For five years, Victor vanished, leaving behind a wife and a newborn daughter he was forced to abandon to protect them. Now, a desperate plea for help pulls him back to London, only to find his family shattered. His wife, Elena, has been cast out by her powerful family and left for dead, and his young daughter, Lily, possesses a rare genetic anomaly that has made her the most hunted child in the underworld.
Shedding his disguise, Victor unleashes the full, terrifying might of the Shadow Sanctuary, the global empire he built from the ashes of his old life. From the fortified walls of aristocratic estates to the blood-soaked corridors of secret labs, he wages a one-man war against the elite cabal that dared to touch his family. They thought he was just a helpless husband. They are about to learn that angering a father with nothing left to lose is the last mistake they will ever make.

I’m Scarlett, the last true revival tattoo artist, capable of defying death with my cursed ink—for a brutal price. I lost everything saving my fiancé Hunter in my past life, only to be betrayed and killed by him .

Reborn when Hunter dies again, I refuse to sacrifice myself for my murderers. In an unthinkable twist, the powerless fraud Wendy resurrects Hunter, winning universal praise while I’m branded cold. Only I know the truth: he is not alive. He is a decaying, cursed corpse. I gamble everything for revenge and resurrect the only man who once saved me.

But tampering with death twice stirs a fatal, unspoken curse.

Ten years ago, James lost everything—his parents murdered, his life shattered. Left for dead, he clawed his way back to become the Reaper, the undisputed King of the Underworld.

Now he returns to settle the score. But the moment he arrives, a billion-dollar bounty goes live. Every mercenary, assassin on earth wants his head.

Yet James doesn't run. He waits. Because the bounty isn't just a price—it's a clue. Someone wants him dead before he uncovers the truth about who really killed his parents. And the deeper he digs, the more the walls close in.

I was the undefeated queen of the underground octagon—a body held together by broken bones and spilled blood, all to build Dorian's fighting empire from the ground up.
But when he'd made it to the top in his tailored suits and polished shoes, suddenly my scars made me too crude, too ugly to stand beside him.
He ordered me to throw my title defense—told me to take a dive for some rich girl whose daddy bought her a spot in the cage. And when that woman shattered both my legs with an illegal knee strike, he just stood there and watched.
I clawed my way out of that wreckage—barely breathing. Left him a blood-stained divorce decree and vanished.
While he mourned over what he thought were my ashes, I was already training alongside the legendary king of the octagon, rebuilding myself from the ground up.
Now I'm back—stronger than ever.
This time, I'm going to break that princess's pretty face and crush his pathetic ego underfoot.

I was reborn. My younger brother stole the woman who had lost her leg and was blind, thinking he had seized the throne of the apocalypse.
He didn't know that her power in her past life stemmed from the pendant on my chest—which contained a fountain of life.
This time, I'm not a savior. I'm handing the spring over to the nation.
The Pentagon has given me a new designation: National Assets.
While the younger brother was being beaten up by his neighbor for a half-empty can of cola, the National Guard's superhumans had already begun clearing out the infected.
He called, his voice hoarse: "Her superpower is only enough to chill a glass of cola... You tricked me?"
I hung up the phone and went into the lab.
"What's the extraction rate of the spiritual spring water today?"

One unforgettable night. One mysterious man. And a secret that could shatter everything.

Karaella Viancé, a strong-willed and independent civil engineering student, thought she’d left that night—and the man who took her virginity—behind. But fate has other plans. When she lands her dream internship, she comes face-to-face with Finnian Stewheinz: the playboy billionaire, the man from that night, and now her irresistible boss.

Their passion ignites in stolen glances and forbidden touches, but complications arise—Finnian’s first love returns, secrets of parentage surface, and the line between love and betrayal blurs. Amid lies, hidden truths, and tangled hearts, Kara and Finnian must decide whether their fiery connection can survive the ultimate revelation.

After engaging in a petty fight against the prince of his vampire clan, Elliot watches his complete relative's being slaughtered by the vampire lord before being exiled to the human world but not without making a vow to return for his bloody revenge.

Maintaining his vow, Elliot after few years returns a enhanced vampire,a ripper,an emotionless vampire with missing emotion's,a predreator who feeds on both vampires and humans to survive, prepared for vengeance towards the murderers of his relative's.

Moon goddess performing a trick of hers mate's the revenge and blood thirsty Elliot alongside Aurora, daughter to the Vampire Lord.

How will Aurora survive her present predicament?.
How does she survive being the mate to the not only feared ripper of mondendrea but vengeance thirsty vampire towards her family?.
Also, how does Elliot react to her being his mate despite him being emotionless?.
Find out Aurora's survival under ripper Elliot's grasps and their survival over various missions impossible.

Ryder Voss is the tattooed bad boy captain of Blackwood University’s hockey team. He sleeps around, breaks rules, and hates sharing his dorm with the new scholarship rookie.

But Alex Rivera isn’t what he thinks.

As roommates, they fight every day. Ryder can’t stand the quiet, pretty boy who talks back and avoids everything. Alex can’t stand the arrogant player who brings girls to their room almost every night.

Yet the more they argue, the hotter the tension gets.

Ryder starts noticing things he shouldn’t. The soft way Alex looks at him. The strange pull between them.

She’s pretending to be a boy.
He’s supposed to hate “him.”

But hate has never felt this dirty… or this good.

Same team. Same room. Worst mistake.

Inks Game

Life was good, the club was at peace. I rode, I partied and I inked my art onto peoples skin.
But God it was boring.
Right up until Molly moved in next door. Sweet, beautiful and clearly hiding something, she came in like a wrecking ball and took us all by surprise.
We all wanted the single mum. We all made the bet.
But the more I learnt about her, the more I realised that this was a game I couldn’t afford to lose.
Friendships and loyalties might be tested, but I was playing for keeps.

Phantoms and Lies

I know what everyone says about me.
I’m broody but more than anything I know how to keep myself hidden.
Which makes me the perfect person to go and investigate the disappearance of one of my club brothers, sisters. I was to watch out for her sister and keep her safe until the other one could be found, that’s all.
No touching.
And definitely no falling in love.
But the more I watched Rancher's little sister, the harder that became because I was pretty sure Clara has a secret and it was going to blow everything apart.

(Dive back into the world of the Lost Reapers, catch up with old friends and fall in love all over again in this new exciting installment)

Cover designer RJ Creatives

One night can change a life forever...
As a respected elementary school teacher, Isabella Givens is not the kind of woman to visit bars, drink all night or take a stranger home… until she meets him. Tall, handsome and full of trouble, Kohl is a bad decision waiting to happen. Suddenly, Isabelle is two shots and one dance away from changing her life.
Prince Kohl has returned to Earth injured and in need of a way to turn the tide of a war that has raged on his world for years. When he learns that a much-needed crystal is hidden in a safe at a local bar, he intends to retrieve it. Meeting a beautiful distraction is NOT part of his plans, yet for some reason, Kohl can’t help himself…
Neither of them knows where their night of passion will lead, nor how soon their actions will threaten everything they both hold dear.
Fate and love intertwine across the galaxy, bringing two lost souls together.
Aliens of Renjer Series is created by J.S. Wilder, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

When tattoo artist Elise walks into a darkened apartment to ink a mafia don, she has one goal: seduce the most dangerous man in the city to fuel her revenge. But Victor isn't just her client—he's also her boyfriend's uncle, a man who moves between the Church and organized crime with lethal grace. As Elise plays a deadly game of deception, juggling Liam's possessive control and Victor's darkening obsession, she discovers the rose tattoo she's been searching for nine years—the mark of her parents' killer—may be closer than she ever imagined. When Victor demands she leave Liam or face the limits of his patience, Elise must choose: the man who saved her at thirteen, or the monster who might destroy her... or set her free.

Riley Quinn, a shy and overlooked college student, accidentally witnesses the campus queen sharing a forbidden kiss with a mysterious man whose dragon tattoo is impossible to forget. Hours later, the girl is found dead, and everyone believes it was suicide. But when an anonymous podcast claims it was murder, Riley realizes she may be the only person holding the key to the truth. As she digs deeper into a web of secrets, lies, and betrayal, Riley must overcome her fears and risk everything to expose the killer before she becomes the next victim.

In the captivating tale of "Doll of His Hands," Amara's world is forever altered when she unexpectedly finds love in the arms of the person who once kidnapped her.

Filled with spine-tingling suspense and heart-melting romance, this unique story unravels the complexities of their relationship, testing the boundaries of trust, redemption, and the power of the human heart.

Amara, a young woman plagued by the trauma of her past, stumbles upon an unlikely connection with her captor, whose name is shrouded in mystery. As their paths intertwine once more, a magnetic attraction draws them closer, defying the logic of conventional love stories.

Will Amara succumb to the haunting memories and fear that still haunt her, or will she dare to embark on an emotional journey that challenges everything she thought she knew about herself?

As secrets unfold and the tangled web of their shared past is gradually revealed, Amara must navigate a treacherous landscape of emotions, torn between the forbidden desire she feels for her captor and the need for self-preservation. With every twist and turn, danger lurks in the shadows, threatening to extinguish the fragile flame of their forbidden love.

"Doll of His Hands" takes readers on a rollercoaster ride of conflicting emotions, where suspense intertwines with the undeniable allure of romance. It explores the transformative power of love, forgiveness, and the extraordinary capacity for the human spirit to heal and find solace in the most unexpected of places.

Brace yourself for a gripping narrative that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page, as Amara's journey of self-discovery reaches its startling climax.

Book 1- Ten years ago Charlotte fell in love.
Seven years ago she made a terrible mistake that would rip them apart forever.
Now, she's just trying to rebuild her life.
Moving into the safe neighbourhood was meant to be the start of something great, and it was right up until she realised The Lost Reapers MC were her next door neighbours.
Bikers were bad news… everyone knew that.
Everyone it seemed but Charlotte herself, who finds herself undeniably drawn to not one but two bikers.
But who will she choose and more importantly will she even get the chance to?
Because the past is about to catch up with her and her two hot bikers might not be able to save her in time.
**contains the following themes
MMF
Why Choose
Explicit Sex
Violence and SA (not between main characters)
Forbidden romance

Book 2- Daisy in Chains
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Grumpy/sunshine
Age Gap
Violence, ☠️, and talk of SA (not between main characters.

Book 3- Runaway Muse
*** contains the following themes
Explicit sex
Opposites attract
Secret identity
Grief and Violence (both on and off the page)

Cover Design- RJ Creatives
(No ai was used in any part of the production of this

Torn from her home, ripped from the arms of her mate, and dragged across the border by soldiers who see omegas as spoils of war—Lyanna learns quickly that survival in the enemy kingdom demands silence. So she becomes deaf and mute, or so they believe. It’s the only shield she has.

But captivity brings two terrifying revelations:
She’s pregnant…
And she’s overheard a plot to assassinate her own king—an act that would end the war in the enemy’s favor and doom her people forever.

When the conspirators realize their “helpless captive” knows too much, the hunt begins.

Desperate to return home and warn her kingdom before it’s too late, Lyanna flees into the wilderness—only to collide headfirst with Elias, a sharp-eyed enemy alpha whose loyalty to his crown runs bone-deep.

Elias should turn her in.
Elias should question her story.
Elias should not—under any circumstances—offer protection, companionship, or the warmth of his cloak on cold nights.

But the longer they travel together, the more lines blur: duty, desire, loyalty… and the impossible pull neither of them can ignore.

Two kingdoms at war.
A secret that can reshape the world.
And an omega whose unborn child might just be the spark that lights every fuse.

She ran to save her kingdom—
but somewhere along the road… she found someone who makes her want to stay.

"I will take everything from you," my half-sister whispered as my husband, Colton, drove a blade into my chest. "Your love, your life, everything."

I died in a pool of my own blood, betrayed by the only family I had left. But instead of eternal darkness, light burned into my eyes.

I woke up standing in a luxury restaurant, looking down at Colton kneeling before me with a velvet ring box.

It was the exact day he proposed.

Armed with a second chance and burning for vengeance, I smirked and looked past him. "I'd love to marry," I announced to the stunned crowd, "but not you. You don't mind me being your aunt, do you?"

With those words, I walked straight into the arms of Colton’s powerful, enigmatic billionaire uncle—Richard Asher.

Men have babies and women have fun.

In this alternate reality world, it is the men bear the responsibilities of unprotected sex while women spread their seed carelessly as they enjoy the ability of washing their hands of any consequential offspring.

(Warning: Mature Content)

The world isn't as populated and there's more whining and complaining about the aches and pains of the "nesting" process.

In this era of universal awakening, I've drawn the most tragic "BOSS" route.

For the sake of my fiancée Celine's guild, I signed an exclusive binding agreement. For four whole years, I was treated like an ATM for loot drops, and was mercilessly killed 2173 times.

When Celine led 137 elite members of her guild, armed with a permanent kill item, to stab me in the heart, preparing to dig out my core to pave the way for her new love, she thought she was about to usher in the supreme glory of being the first to kill me on the entire server.

But what she didn't know was that the hidden max-level reward for the BOSS route was "system administrator privileges".

The sword tip stopped at my chest, freezing time across the entire server. I looked at the greedy traitor before me, smiled, and pressed the "Level Reset" button.
"Sorry, this game is now in my hands."

Strip away god-tier equipment and wipe out max-level accounts. This time, I will bring down the reigning number one in the entire server, making him start from level 1 in the newbie village and personally pay the price for those two thousand bloody battles!

My fiancée Chloe dumped me, a veteran, for Seth's multi-million dollar fortune. As she left, she threw $100,000 at me with contempt in her eyes.
Little did I know that while I was using the money to stockpile weapons and food and upgrade the steel fortress, she and Seth were squandering it all in their luxurious villa.
Seven days later, the zombie outbreak occurred. I was enjoying steak and red wine in the fortress, while that despicable couple was slapping each other over a mouthful of dirty water in the ruins.
Thanks to my ex-girlfriend's generous sponsorship, I lived like a king in the apocalypse.

21+, Forbidden Romance, BDSM, Taboo Desires.

In my world, I only breathe to crave him.
I’m his little slut, dripping and weak at the sound of his voice, trembling for every filthy command.

When he says, “On your knees,” I sink down, aching to serve.
“Open that mouth,” and I spread my lips wide, hungry for his cock.
“Take me,” and I swallow him deep, gagging, moaning, begging for more.

I live to be his—obedient, ruined, owned.
Every kiss makes me wetter, every touch breaks me deeper, every thrust reminds me I’m nothing but Daddy’s dirty kitten.

This is pure erotica. Forbidden. Kinky. Unapologetically filthy.
18+ only.

Landon Rhodes and I grew up together, both dreaming of becoming top chefs. But I knew he was the one with a palate kissed by God.

So when Rowan Stone, this street-rat punk, got her claws into him, I took the drinks, the smoke, the slaps for him. When he wanted to skip the National Young Chefs Competition to stay with her drunk ass, I dragged him back to the culinary lab.

He won the championship, got recruited by a three-star Michelin restaurant, graduated and made millions. I became the most invisible prep cook in his kitchen.

Until Rowan wrapped her car around a pole during one of her episodes, and he lured me into a basement.

"This is all your fault! If you'd minded your own damn business, she'd still be alive!"

His foot came down on my right hand. Bones cracking. My fingers ground to pulp.

All those 5 AM trips to the fish market for him. All those nights watching stock simmer for forty-eight hours straight. All the praise he soaked up at final practicals. My sacrifices, and all I got in return was his hatred.

"These worthless hands that can only cut vegetables deserve to rot in the ground with her."

The pain swallowed me whole.

When I wake up again, I'm back to that afternoon when he said he was going to the bar to find her.

This time, I won't stop him.

The floodwaters rushed into the basement, trapping my sister Isabella and me in the surging currents.

My brother, a former Navy SEAL, smashed through the window. Without a second of hesitation, he secured the rescue rope around Isabella.

"You're a good swimmer, figure your own way up! Isabella can't take the cold, I have to get her out first!"

He abandoned me and turned to hoist the rope, accidentally kicking away the only wooden crate keeping me afloat.

Once Isabella was pulled up, she reached down and slid the outer latch, deadlocking the only vent grate.

The floodwaters instantly swallowed me whole. Mud and debris violently surged into my mouth and nose. I was drowned alive.

By night, I’m an undefeated underground street racer flirting with death; by day, I’m a lowly law intern who just realized the stranger I slept with owns the entire firm.

I’ve lived two lives for years. During the day, I’m Adeline, a top-of-her-class law student trying to outrun her family’s criminal reputation. But at night, I am Ghost. The maniac who takes corners at impossible speeds on a modified bike.

It was at the underground track that I met Rider. He had a custom Ducati, an unplaceable accent, and striking storm-gray eyes. He beat me by a fraction of a second, and I bought him a drink. That drink turned into the most intense, earth-shattering night in a cheap motel. We promised no names. No real life. Just one night.

Two months later, I walked into Royal & Associates, the most cutthroat corporate law firm in the city, ready for my first day as an intern. I was wearing a cheap pencil skirt, blending in with fifty other nervous graduates.

The HR lady was giving us a tour of the 45th-floor executive suites when the heavy double doors opened.

My blood ran cold.

Stepping out of the CEO’s office, surrounded by terrified junior partners, was Rider. He was wearing a bespoke black suit, his hair perfectly styled, radiating terrifying authority. Percy Akilov. The billionaire owner of the firm.

As he spoke to a partner, his storm-gray eyes swept over the crowd of interns. And then he saw me.

I watched the shock hit him, followed instantly by a dark, possessive fury that made my knees weak. The entire hallway went dead silent as the most powerful man in the building stopped in his tracks, ignoring everyone else, and stalked directly toward me.

"Miss Volkov," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine. "My office. Now."