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

"Uh...uh..."

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

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

Wait a minute--

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

When the pain started, my mother-in-law called me a monster, then drove off like a madwoman. My doctor slit his own throat in front of me. My husband locked me away "for my safety."
I thought they didn't want my baby. That they were horrified by the child I carried.
But I was wrong.
The thing growing inside me was never my child at all.

"He won the game, but the price is death..."

When my father defeated a poker legend he was never supposed to beat, it meant only one thing—payback. And in this world, payback is death. But I have something that might distract the man who holds my father’s life in his hands.

"How will you save him? Will you die in his place?" he asked with a smirk.
"No one is dying!" I shouted. "I’ll give you my virginity. Are you interested?"
"Only on one condition," he said. "Marry me."

Who said marrying a dangerous man is a nightmare? Because all I remember is falling for him—completely, deeply, and with every inch of my soul.

My mom ran an exclusive underground fertility clinic. Her dark red serum smelled like rotting blood, yet the rich still lined up with massive checks for her "perfect designer embryos."
I’d watch her lock desperate young surrogates into a soundproof room. A few minutes later, the whole floor would shake.
Strangely, when the girls stumbled back out—looking entirely drained and aged by years—they would weep and kiss my mom’s hands in gratitude.
It never made sense to me.
Until the day I saw a pitch-black mass frantically clawing just beneath a surrogate's flat stomach.
I finally knew what kind of "embryos" my mom was actually planting inside them.

"Let’s divorce."

After three years of marriage, my husband’s true love has returned. He ended our three-year marriage with his own lips. Just like that, I was ruthlessly abandoned, and everyone is laughing at my misery.

I hid the news of my pregnancy and vanished from his world completely. I thought my sacrifice would give him the happiness he wanted. I never expected that when we met again, my ex-husband would confront me with bloodshot eyes.

"Whose child is this?"

——

As for the story after I left, I heard a different version. From the moment I disappeared, my ex-husband went insane searching for me all over the world...

I'm the forgotten eldest son of the Cross family.
My parents see me as a walking blood bag for my brother Colin, while my wife views me as a sinner destined to spend my life atoning for my mistakes.
When Audrey pressured me to donate a kidney, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, but I also liquidated all my assets and transferred them to my lab.
They thought I was foolish, that I was still begging for their love.
In reality, I was just tying up loose ends.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up a pool of blood.
Audrey laughed coldly over the phone: "Stop the act, Evan. You just want to dodge responsibility. You'll go to any lengths for attention."
The surgery was a "success."
Colin got the kidney he'd always dreamed of.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated in the air as I watched Audrey push open the hospital door, wearing a smile that dripped with pity, ready to put on a show of "redemption."
"Evan, I know you've been wronged. Let's start over..."
The only response to her was the white sheet covering my lifeless body.

The day my all-powerful wife personally handed me over to the mob's basement, she was shielding my identical twin brother, furiously accusing me of destroying his ability to carry on the family line.
To compensate for my brother's "trauma," my parents stood by and did nothing. Using her influence, my wife pressured me to take his place at a black-market clinic, testing a lethal drug.
They thought I was just going to suffer some physical hardship, that after enduring these two weeks, everything would be happily resolved.
But they didn't know I had already been poisoned by my brother. I was dying.
I died in agony on the cold operating table. As my body was being gnawed and rotted by rats, they were happily vacationing by the sea.
Only when the lies were exposed did my wife kick down the hidden door. Holding my maggot-infested, decaying flesh, she wept until she vomited blood, then went mad and swallowed a bullet. My parents watched their family shattered and wept on their knees.

When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband, who claimed to love someone else, lost control.

His slender fingers gripped my slender waist, his breath hot and ragged as he buried his face in my neck and murmured, "Can we not divorce? Who is that man in the painting?"

I tried to push him away, but his fingers slipped into my underwear, teasing me.

"Can he make you feel this good?"

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Sloane once believed that three years together could warm Jared's cold heart.

But when his ex-girlfriend returned, she, the "legal wife," instantly became an eyesore in the way.

He thought her vicious and forced her to apologize to her scheming ex, never knowing she carried his child.

"After I sign the divorce papers, I'll disappear completely." She turned and left without looking back.

After the divorce, Jared looked at his successful and beautiful ex wife and was filled with regret.

"Let's remarry." He knelt before Sloane with a diamond ring.

But Sloane turned and embraced her childhood savior instead.

This time, can Jared win back Sloane's heart?

In order to prolong the life of my supposedly sick "white moonlight" (my love interest), my wife forced me onto the operating table and removed my kidney while I was still alive.

To force me to leave with nothing, she even cut off my mother's medication, coldly declaring, "Your mother is just a liability that deserves to be optimized."

She thought I would wag my tail and beg for mercy like a stray dog.

Little did she know, suffering from single kidney failure, I transformed myself into the deadliest viral code before my death, dragging her business empire and that male mistress into an inescapable hell.

On the day the truth came to light, the once-powerful tech queen went completely mad. She squandered her fortune, kneeling in the frost of the morgue, kowtowing and weeping blood, begging me to look at her one last time. But she couldn't find a single hair of mine.

Because I had already made a will, ordering my remains to be cremated as high-risk medical waste.

She treated me like dirt when she was alive, and after she died, I found her disgusting and didn't even bother to leave her a handful of ashes.

They told me my daughter drowned. Too much to drink, a slick deck, a terrible accident.

Then they put a number on her, slid the check across the table, and asked me to sign away the right to ever ask how she died.

I signed.

They didn't ask what I'd do after.

I changed my name. I spent three years earning a desk in their building, close enough to hear the man who buried her joke about the father who "made some noise, took the money, and went away."

He doesn't know my face. None of them do.

They thought the money bought my silence.

They have no idea what it bought.

To save my cousin from a car accident, my mother, a medical luminary, used me as a "human guinea pig" for twelve years.
When I was twelve, she made me inject myself with three injections of unproven new drugs every week;
when I was fourteen, she directly shoved toxic compounds into my mouth.
When my organs were irreversibly failing and I was vomiting blood in the ICU, she coldly tossed me a payment order:
"Stop pretending to be dead. Immediately kowtow and apologize to your brother, or no hospital will admit you."
As she wished, I was forced to leave the hospital and died at her glamorous new drug launch.
Later, that high-and-mighty mother, obsessed with fame and fortune, knelt for an entire night in a snow-covered fir forest, holding my crudely made urn.
Sadly, I will never forgive her.

Sequel to The Wolf Prince: His Terrified Mate
-Warning Sexual Content-
Isabelle is the firstborn daughter of Prince Kaiden. Her dream is to follow in her father’s footsteps. However, she can't compete with her littermates. To make matters worse, she can't find her soulmate. It seems everything's pointing her to do something she's never done before: to leave the pack. But can she handle who she finds? Can she tame a wolf of the wilds?
Excerpt
He now looked at me with a gaze I couldn’t read, but I felt like I was being hunted. “Little princess, you are in heat.” He said with a soft growl. Heat? No wolf I had ever met had one.
“That’s impossible… that’s something the humans made up.” I said, backing away a bit. I felt the wetness from my core drip down my leg, and the smell of arousal was unmistakable. He snarled a rumble, putting the deerskin on the log slowly. He sauntered over to me with a confident, dominant gate. He looked like the Alpha he was. Powerful. Determined…assertive. It had me in a trance. His muscles flexed with every movement, and his eyes were focused on my breasts. They pebbled. I should have looked away. I should have covered my shameful body reactions, barely covered by my thin dress, but I didn’t.
“If it was impossible, I wouldn’t want you this bad, my little wildflower.” He said putting his finger under my chin, tilting my head up. He was so close now that I could feel his body heat in the cold of the morning dew, but there was no chill in the air anymore.

Paige was a homebody college student with a big imagination. Every weekend, like clockwork, she would write for hours on end, about none other than the Dragon King himself. She never thought in a million years that one night, while writing that her wish to be with the King would be granted by the very notebook she wrote in.

Grace is an unconventional princess, but one all the same. She loves violence and power, being the granddaughter of the Horned One himself. She dedicated years of her life to finding herself far away on an island dedicated to the Realm King, her Uncle.
With so much prestige, one would assume that her mate, the one the Moon Goddess, her grandmother, would give her a man of divine stature. One would assume that he too would have the same status as she, but instead, she is gifted a forsaken dragon.
Instead, she receives a Rogue mate made of literal gold.
Note: there are mature themes in this book, but as in my others, it isn't the main focus.
Teaser
… it felt like I was floating on air being near him. “I wonder what else of yours is golden?”
“Oh?” He asked…. “My body is yours to see for yourself.” He said seductively.
I kissed him, pulling his tie. It was then that he snarled, not caring if anyone heard…. It made me … really wet. I began rubbing my hands under his suit and all over his scarred body.
I didn’t know about dragons… but with wolves, the urge to mate and mark your one is strong…. And I had no human side to stop me.

The door kicked in like it was being hit by a train. “Where is she NOW!” He growled asserting his dominance. How did he find me?! I hid under the covers, afraid of what he would do if no one answered. Afraid he would carry out what he said to me, thinking I didn’t hear. Aggressive, irrational, and dominant for something that he didn’t know he had until I first shifted. Is he going to rip me apart…. or rip off my clothes.

The grandson of the Wolf King cursed to wait for his mate for his brutality and arrogance, offended the Lady Moon. A single comment was taken offense, causing him to wait for her to literally be born.

Harmony is no ordinary wolf shifter—she’s a hybrid of wolf and hound, the secret daughter of the Third Prince of Wolves. Hidden from the Council’s prying eyes, she’s been raised to live a quiet, human-like life, spared the fate of being trained to serve Xaxas, the ruthless High King.
But Harmony’s heart beats for the forbidden: she loves all living things, even humans—sworn enemies of the supernatural. Her dream? To break the treaty that divides their worlds and help those in need. But when she crosses paths with him—the son of the Horned God of Night—her gentle ideals are put to the ultimate test.
He is a force of destruction: unbeatable in battle, untouchable by magic, a name that makes even the bravest cower. Bred for war and darkness, can Harmony’s compassion soften a heart forged in shadow? Or will her forbidden love for the enemy cost her everything—including her life, her wolf, and the fate of two worlds?
*****Mature Content “Mate…”The word slipped out unbidden, my breath hitching as his touch ignited every nerve—sparks that tingled across my skin, scattering thoughts already frayed by my wolf, Luminescence. He grinned, sharp fangs glinting, and leaned in, nipping my ear gently. A shiver cascaded down my spine. His clawed hand cupped my cheek, warm and rough, and I let the blanket slip from my shoulders, baring myself to him...

His eyes changed from brown to green and he snarled, sounding exactly like a dog. “Who’s the mutt?!” He roars, pulling over, I had no idea what he was talking about, or where we were, but it looked like we were under a bridge. He locked the doors. His fingernails grew, and so did his teeth! “You’re MY girl!” He snarled. I shook, backing against the door, unable to escape.
“Say it!” He roared.
“What?! I scream confused. I was fumbling my hands, trying to get out of the car, I couldn’t find the unlock button, where was it?!
“Say you’re my girl!” He leaned into my face; his fangs were right in my face.

Autumn is a human in the biggest city in the country, living on the border between the Graymoon, and Razorblade pack territory. But she would never know that, right? To the north lives the most powerful pack in the Northeast, with a devilishly handsome new Alpha. To the south, a ruthless cutthroat mafia of Rouges, hell-bent on extortion, mayhem, and raw carnage. Their leader is to be feared, and feared he is.
What is to happen to Autumn when the worlds clash for her love?

A group of werewolves brutally killed Willow's friends in front of her. In extreme fear, a giant wolf with horns, Kaizen, appeared and tore the other werewolves to pieces and saved her. Willow fainted from shock, not knowing that the one who saved her was the prince of the wolf royal family, let alone that she was his destined mate.
Kaizen is the grandson of the King of Hell. When he calmed down, he realized that he had killed many of his own kind in an unconscious rage for a mortal he had never met. On this day, he went from a noble prince to a wanted wanderer. Willow knew nothing about this, let alone that there was a completely different supernatural world beside the highway.


“I know. To be honest, I’m just glad I got my mate.” He said touching my hair. “Sorry…. You’re really soft and Fuck Knows you’re so small… It’s calming.”
“I don’t mind.” I said quietly, and he looked like a kid that just tried candy for the first time…And I felt like this was the first time I’d ever had my head touched.
He pet my hair, gently dragging his hand down to my neck… His thumb on where he bit me should have been painful… but instead it was almost as if there was a connection that ran from my neck straight to my core… holy cow.
“I find it cute that you don’t swear much.” He commented smoothly….. he sounded a little huskier. “My urge to be marked by you is so strong, I can’t think straight….”

Tyson is the new wolf king, though he is already unpopular. He defeated King Ashital in fair combat and now holds the title. Many thought because he was the grandson of the Horned One, the King of Hell, that they could continue their corruption. They were wrong. Tyson is most noble shifter the world has ever seen.
Samira is the last-born princess of the Unicorn Queen, though she’s hardly anything special. She can shift, however she’s a third the size of her mother, while her twin is a prodigy. Her sister married the Second Seat of the Unicorn Council, second only to her elder brother, the new Unicorn King Allister.
With her mother’s retirement, she has lost her position in a world where the strong eat the weak. To improve her status, her brother King Allister commanded her to attend the coronation afterparty of King Tyson. He felt as if she was a representative of her people, that her standing would be secure
Will the fearsome demon love his unicorn, or will he reject such a notion?


“I’m going to fuck you like a King.” He said biting my mark, entering me.
I screamed in pure pleasure… He slid inside me. I was so wet, and he was so big, that I stretched around him.
He held the sides of my hips while on his knees, having my back half in the air. My legs were wrapped around him, but he pounded into me so hard and fast it felt like holding onto a bull in a rodeo.
“Harder.” I said as he bucked in response. He lifted me up so now I could wrap my arms around his neck.
He had his eyes closed, ramming into me with only some of his strength…
“I can tell you’re holding back sire.” I moaned, but he corrected me.
[Call me Tyson, or Alpha.] He said going a little harder, still marking my shoulder.
“Tyson fuck me.” I commanded.

This book contains sex, gore, violence, swearing, nudity, and the occasional silly antic.
Few look the Battle Bull in his reddish-brown eyes. As a seven-foot-tall, Greek, nearly 425-pound man... he sticks out. The King of Halves fought for Urth with the other supernatural Kings, and the best they could do was get the Tyrant, the Realm King, to sleep. Yet, even that victory and his accomplishments mean little.
Even though he still serves the people, many murmur behind his back. As an officer, he vowed to keep the peace despite this. He even lost his partner, being unable to die himself. What’s worse, is that the Chief thinks a human replacement is a good idea.
Noah is a poor young, 25 year old man desperate to help his family. His father's injuries from a war crippled him, which made his family poor. Their saving grace was his father's heroic act of saving his fellow soldier, and for it, even when all seemed lost, Noah's offered a job that pays too much, and is too good to be true. The man he saved is the Chief of Police, the unicorn Jerold works with to keep the peace, but all hell breaks out when they meet.
A/N: Of all my projects, I think this one has been the most requested. This series resides on a world where conflicts that involve race, sexuality, and gender didn't happen. Nobody cares if you're straight or not, the Church of the Light's priority is dealing with supernatural altercations, and protecting the humans by letting the masses remain ignorant.
In this world, a treaty was made in 1605 that supernatural creatures cannot hunt humans in the streets like the old times, to do so is to be laid upon the Ring of the Sun.