1177 Book(s) Related to please let me die

He was supposed to be the predator.
The wolf.
The Alpha.

Until I pressed my stiletto between his legs and whispered in his ear:

“On all fours.”

And he obeyed.

Kneeling.
Hands cuffed.
Hard as a rock, his cock bulging and twitching behind his expensive pants.

I smiled.

Ran the sharp tip of my heel right over the thick length between his legs.

“Wanna come?” I asked sweetly.
“Beg.”
“With your mouth wide open… like a good little dog.”

"Tell me all your sl fantasies, princess."
"I want to be fd, ruined, choked, and marked until I'm a moaning, crying mess, leaking all over your sheets, daddy."
Grace's world shattered the night she found out her fiancé was gay. Drunk, devastated, and desperate to forget, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of Apollo Reed. He is a sinfully hot, cold-hearted forty-year-old man, twice her age. He's everything she was never supposed to want. And everything she never knew she needed. But reality hits hard the next morning when she realizes the man who gave her the first orgasm of her life is her new boss.
Will she let him take her again? Please her until she's trembling, begging, and utterly his? Or will she finally learn that wanting a man like him always comes with a price?

Sakshi's POV:

"As of today, you are dead," said Randhir, increasing my fear.

"I am sorry, please," I said.

"I will never forgive you. You are the one who ruined my life. I married you to show you how painful it is to be cheated by someone you trust," Randhir said, coming toward me.

"I've realised my mistake. Please, trust me," I said, begging him.

"You deserve to be hated, punished, and thrown away, not to be trusted, loved, or forgiven, my beloved," came Randhir's immediate reply.

I moved back even though I knew well that I couldn't escape him. Randhir was my husband, and no one knew that he had married me for revenge.

"Stop right there. Don't you dare take even one more step without my permission."

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

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

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

But I was already months along.

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

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

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

To the world, Vera Quinn died in that disaster.

Viktor went mad searching for my body.

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

Then I was kidnapped.

One day, I was mysteriously kidnapped.

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

The person standing before me made my heart stop.

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

Joana Henshaw believed she had found true love, but when her husband, Clinton Gates, suddenly became cold, her entire world fell apart. Clinton, who had once shown her affection, now viewed her as merely a business deal and blamed her for his twin sister's untimely death. Joana put up with his hatred for three years in the hopes of rekindling their love. Clinton's thoughtless delivery of her divorce papers, however, was the last straw. Joana chose to leave the Gates family's wealth and prestige behind when all of her requests were ignored. She was carrying a small secret in her womb, but no one knew. She reappeared as a well-known designer years later. Everyone wanted it, and Clinton was no different. Clinton Gates, however, never anticipated missing Joana, but his suspicions increased as her absence became intolerable. Why did he think about her all the time? Why did she appear unaffected by their split? And why did he feel that he had made a grave error in spite of everything?

Warning: Matured Content 18+

"You do not want me to repeat myself, now strip.”She tried to stop me from touching her, but I only end up hitting her in the face because I can no longer control myself.

I forcefully rip off her dress and begin to touch her everywhere and damn, she tastes so exquisite. She is so fucking tight, making me slam in forcefully so that she can feel my whole. Who keeps her virginity at this age?

I wanted to please her as well, but I can't help but pleasure myself seeing how tight she is, making me slam so hard and harder every time. Once I was done, I order her to get out. She would learn to fear me that way.


After being sold of to a wealthy ruthless and heartless billionaire. Lila became the shadow of herself as she was constantly humiliated by her so called husband who finds nothing wrong in letting another man on top of his wife. Lila was never loved by her family nor husband.

What would happen when her husband let another man taste his wife? What will happen when Lila realized her husbands friend whom she hated just had her?

“You’re mine, June.”
“I’m not yours, Mr. Macaulay.”
“You’re mine. Mine alone. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will not have another man touch you, ever,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“I’m not yours. Not until you claim me,” I fire back. “Until then, I’m just a woman who warms your bed… just like I’ll warm other men’s beds too.”
His pupils dilate as his grip tightens around my arm.
“Do not test me, June,” he says, voice low and deadly. “I swear on my life, any man who so much as lays a hand on you… I’ll rip his fingers off and feed them to my dogs.”


June Fontaine had always loved her boyfriend too deeply, giving him her heart even when it tore her apart.
For three years, she lived in the shadow of his ex, a relationship that slowly swallowed her.
Until one night changed everything, and she broke up with him.
Fueled by heartbreak and the bitter sight of her ex moving on like she never mattered, June made a dangerous, impulsive choice that threw her into the arms of a stranger she could not forget—even after she ran from him.
Two weeks later, she saw the stranger again—now richer and more powerful than she could have imagined.
In a city like Las Vegas, men like him do not chase.
They own.
And he wants her.
Obsession becomes possession. Desire becomes dangerous.
He cannot let her go. She cannot stay away.
While he falls for her in a way that feels almost forbidden, he holds back, haunted by a past that refuses to let him claim her.
But she refuses to be hidden.
She refuses to be just another secret in a powerful man’s world.

Travis, who has just transferred to a new school, comes across Drake, his teammate on the football team. Drake is known as the most popular guy at school, and it seems unlikely that he would even notice Travis. However, appearances can be deceiving, and the two are about to discover that they have much more in common than they imagined.

I'm dead.

Died that rainy night, desperate because I couldn't scrape together five thousand dollars to save my dog.

Liam laughed at me over the phone—my childhood friend told me to quit the sob story. His new girlfriend Sarah said I should get on my knees and beg if I wanted her to toss me some scraps. They had no idea every dollar I owed those loan sharks was to cover up Liam's hit-and-run.

My dog died. So I jumped into Black Lake.

It wasn't until they pulled my body from the water that Liam found the surveillance footage in that tin box and realized what a massive mistake he'd made. Then he snapped, dragging Sarah and everyone else who killed me down into the depths, one by one.

Too bad it was already too late.

No good girl should know what her stepbrother tastes like.

Isla has always followed the rules.
She wore her skirts long, she liked her men sweet and she lived her life, drama free.

But after her boyfriend finds his mate, someone prettier, skinny, more confident
Isla is done being the good girl.

If men wanted unforgettable, she’d become unforgettable too.

There’s just one problem.
Good girls don’t know how to be bad.

Hence why she was on her hands and knees learning how to please from her future step brother and Creek Harbour’s resident bad boy.


Ryder is cursed.
An Alpha born to another Alpha.
A wolf destined either to kill his father… or destroy himself trying not to.

So he survives the only way he knows how: suppressants, liquor, and women.
Anything to keep the monster under control.

Then Isla walks into his life.
Sweet. Innocent. Completely off limits.

And when she looks at him with trembling lips and asks him to teach her how to be bad…
Night after night
Lessons after lessons
Ryder realizes the real danger isn’t his wolf.

It is her.

“You’re truly going to get married to Silver? When I'm still in love with you?” Liam looked at me with so much sadness which broke my heart the more.

“This is the only way out Liam. Move on with your life and forget about me. Our love was doomed right from the onset,” I answered with a poker face even though I was hurting way more than him.

This was the only way out. I knew I’d regret it but I had to get married to Silver even though I knew my heart would always belong to Liam and would always yearn for him.


Maya Allen, a poor orphan meets Liam Taylor, CEO of the biggest company in their city after breaking up with her ungrateful boyfriend whom she had been taking care of. They eventually fall in love. However, Maya’s life takes a drastic turn after she meets Silver Grey who tries everything possible to win her love even though he knows Liam and Maya are in love. What happens when Maya finds out a shocking truth about the two men, Liam and Taylor who are pining over her?

"What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?"
"Daddy?"
"I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea."
"You're playing with fire."
"Good. So I expect to be burned beyond recognition."


He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life.
Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company's CEO.
Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate keeps pushing them together and she is pulled into a world of power, lust and manipulation.
As betrayals unravel and seduction turns into obsession, a devastating truth emerges: every moment from the heartbreak to their electrifying encounters was orchestrated.
With her heart on the line and a scandalous tape threatening to destroy her, Maria must decide, will she run from the man who broke her or surrender to the man who had claimed her body and soul?

One night. No names. No rules.
Willow thought it was just a wild, unforgettable mistake.
Until she walks into class the next morning—and meets Professor Declan Ashwell.

They agree to keep their distance.
But the tension in the room is electric, and the line between right and wrong begins to blur.
As secrets unravel and emotions deepen, Willow and Declan must decide:
Is love worth the risk... or will it cost them everything?

After hearing about my peanut allergy, my boyfriend's newly crowned campus queen added peanut extract to my signature cocktail.

Just one sip in, and my skin immediately erupted in hives. My throat started to close up rapidly.

I stumbled toward my canvas tote, pulled out my life-saving EpiPen, and yanked off the cap.

But the next second, my blood ran cold.

The emergency EpiPen had been swapped out for a tube of lipstick by my boyfriend.

Seeing my face turn purple as I collapsed onto the floor, the campus queen suddenly burst into laughter:

"Surprise! I specifically told Julian to swap it out!"

"You are such a fake. Anaphylactic shock from a single sip?"

I desperately gripped my boyfriend's cuff, letting out strained, wheezing gasps like a broken bellows:

"Julian... if you don't give me the real one... I'm really going to die!"

He peeled my fingers off him one by one and swatted my hand away in disgust, frowning slightly:

"Do you really think you're some delicate princess? It's just a drink. Are you seriously doing this?"

"Madison is right. You're just a drama queen making a scene!"

I gave up pleading for him to understand. Instead, I pressed the custom fountain pen in my pocket, triggering my old-money family's highest-tier SOS signal.

*******Rated 18+ (MATURE AUDIENCE) ****************
This book is for adults only: It contains explicit content, mature themes ad strong language

"My turn," he growled, voice dripping with hunger. He stroked his long, curved length, smearing the bead of precum at the tip.
Instead of guiding his cock to my mouth, Shawn pressed his tip against my tight, puckered hole. He slicked himself with my own arousal before pushing forward, breaching my ass with a firm thrust. "You can take it," he urged, sinking his thick shaft deeper into my back passage.
The overwhelming fullness of the triple penetration hit me all at once. Leo's and Axel's throbbing cocks pounded into my pussy, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, while Shawn's hard length plunged deep into my ass.

This electrifying collection brings together tangled sheets, stolen glances, and the kind of slow-burning tension that makes your skin buzz. Each story dives into a different shade of passion — from step siblings with secrets to a bride having revenge sex with her fiancé’s groomsmen.

Warning:18+ONLY/BDSM


I inserted the dildo into my hole and bega an thrusting it. As I pressed the dildo's greatest vibration, one of my hands was gripping the chair's top for support. "Ngh!" I couldn't help but move my hips and let out moans because I was the only perso on in the office, and 1 knew no one was coming in so l let my voice echo in Travis's room.
The smell of the room adds to my wetness because it smells of Travis's perfume. "AHHH!" I didn’t know how to bennd my toes when 1 reached the end.I cum too fast so perhaps I still haven't done enough.
But before lcould do the next round, I covered my eyes because of the light turning on. Simultaneously hitting ththe eye of the man 1 have long admired is the slipping of the dildo from my pussy and its fall to the floor.


For them, Athena Scott is practically ideal, aspirant, honest,and above all, seldom carried away in simple things. That is where they make a mistake.
What theydon't realize, despite the kind face and angelic appearance, is that she is a sex addict who has nothing to do but experience the desire of the body. "When you accept to be my BDSM slave, I will erase thesensitive body you feel." Travis Vuk, my unrequited love.
Can he truly feel love for me in a domineering relationship,regardless of the fact that we are surrounded by pure sex toys and adult tools.

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died.

"I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?"

Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?"

Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?"

Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?"

"I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate.

Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked.

"I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured.

Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face.

"I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?"

She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat.

Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

Isabella Torrino has never questioned the gilded cage her father built around her—until Marco Santangelo becomes her shadow. As her new bodyguard, he should be just another face in her father's army of killers. Instead, his touch ignites fires she never knew existed, his dark eyes promising salvation from a life of beautiful emptiness. But in the Torrino empire, love is the deadliest luxury, and trust can be fatal. When Isabella discovers that Marco destroyed her mother with the very locket she treasures—the last piece of Elena's love—their world explodes into fragments she can never reassemble. Three years after his exile, Marco returns bearing impossible truths: the mother Isabella mourned is alive, the father she adores is a monster, and the love she destroyed might be the only thing that can save them all. In Sicily's ancient shadows, they must choose between the comfortable lies that shaped them and a truth that could set them free—if it doesn't kill them first.

My family let me die. My fiancé watched. My sister smiled.
I was the real daughter, dragged from the orphanage to donate my bone marrow, then thrown away like garbage. When the monsters came for the imposter, they shielded her and left me to rot.
But death wasn’t the end. It was a deal.
I woke with a system tethered to my pulse—one that trades public admiration for the power to survive.​ And behind these hands are two identities they never suspected: the legend whose music they worship, and the ghost in the machine who owns their secrets.
They think I’m back to beg for love.
They’re wrong. I’m here to collect.
This time, I won’t just take back my music and my name. I’ll make them need me—right before I watch them lose everything.
They wanted me erased.
I’m about to become the only name that matters.

Xie Yijin hated me more than anyone in this world.

He called me vicious as a scorpion, said I schemed about everything, stole all that belonged to Lin Wanwan, and destroyed the one he held dearest.

Xie Yijin shielded Lin Wanwan tightly behind him.
The eyes that once looked at me with such tenderness were now frozen over with unmelting ice.
He pointed straight at me, every word cutting like a blade:

"Shen Zhiyi, why don’t you just die?!"

I froze in place, my fingertips ice-cold.
Unconsciously, I still clutched that crumpled, yellowed candy wrapper.

He had given it to me when he was seven years old,
saying that when I grew up, he would marry me
and buy me candies for the rest of my life.

But now…
he only wanted me dead.

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

Step into a world of steamy, forbidden romances where desire ignites, secrets linger, and power plays set hearts racing.
This collection of short erotic stories explores dominating and submissive dynamics, taboo attractions, and irresistible tension.
Each tale is packed with passion, cliffhangers, and moments that will leave you breathless, wanting more. Intended for adult readers only; all characters are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

My organs are failing, rotting from years of toxic lab work.
My only life-saving antidote was stolen by my husband and biased parents, given to adopted sister, Ivy.
I gave up any chance to live, injecting strong painkillers to endure crippling agony.
The price I paid: only three days until my organs shut down completely.
During those three days, I surrendered everything I owned:
I handed over the Ghost formula that monopolized the black market, and my mafia parents looked utterly relieved;
Marcus laid divorce papers before me. I signed without a second thought, and said I’d finally become sensible;
The day before my death, I spent the whole day out with my son, yet he only wanted Ivy for his mother;
I gifted Aphrodite, the beauty serum, as my husband and Ivy‘s wedding present, and every single one praised me for finally being meek and mild.
I thought myself:
When I’m dead, will they feel remorse for the things they’ve done to me?

"You..should reject me, this is wrong," I rasp out between his powerful thrusts, wanting to push him away but my wolf is totally against it, making my body betray me and becoming even more welcoming to him by squirting in abandon. Calhoun's sweaty brow raises in amusement as he hooks my legs around his hard, naked waist, "we were made mates for a reason, I cannot throw that away," "I don't want to hurt my mother, not anymore .." my last word ends up in a quivered moan because he is going at a full speed now, making my eyes travel into the back of my head. No, this is wrong! "You already started hurting her on the night you parted those legs for me," Calhoun voice supress my moans as he pounds hard into my dripping wet honeypot. *** It all started the night I turned twenty-one. I was dared by my friends to hook-up with a total stranger. Tipsy and determined to be a badass, I approached the most powerful man in the club and had hot steamy sex with him in the back seat of his car. The following day, I traveled for my mom's wedding and came to find out that the stranger I hooked up with is to be my stepfather. And as if that isn't enough, we are mates.

In the embrace of a werewolf's warmth, Sheina's life took an unexpected turn.

Sheina Charlotte, burdened by a rare cold allergy and mourning her father's death, stumbled upon the enigmatic Kenneth Immanuel one fateful night in a bar. A chance encounter that would defy the laws of nature.

Kenneth, a powerful alpha werewolf with a thriving business empire, was used to controlling his world. But when Sheina's chilling ailment threatened to consume her, it was his heart that he struggled to rein in.

Amidst a brewing conflict with the vengeful vampire George Geraldo, Sheina and Kenneth's worlds collided. From an unexpected rescue to a reluctant partnership, their journey would push the boundaries of love, trust, and the supernatural.

As winter's cold grip tightened, Sheina's affection for Kenneth grew, unaware of his hidden secret. The revelation of his true nature would test their love beyond measure.

Will their love withstand the chilling truth, or will it crumble like fragile ice under the weight of destiny?

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For five years, I was Sebastian's mistress.
In the end, he chose to publicly marry my own sister.
He coldly told me: "Get out!"
I no longer held onto this relationship and met new, exceptional men.
When I was dating another man, Sebastian became crazy with jealousy.
He pinned me against the wall, crushed his lips to mine, and took me with a fierce, brutal urgency.​​
Right before my climax, he stopped.
'Break up with him, baby, " he breathed, his voice hoarse and tempting, 'and I'll let you come."

"If anything happens to Willow or her baby, you’ll wish you were never born."

Elias’s voice was a blade to my chest. I watched the woman he loved—his mistress—lying in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. I didn't push her. She fell trying to grab me, trying to gloat about the child growing inside her. But he didn't care.

He cradled her broken body like she was precious glass, leaving his wife standing in the cold. He didn't know I was pregnant too. He didn't know that while he prayed for his mistress's bastard, he was destroying the mother of his legitimate heir.

I touched my flat stomach, tears freezing on my face as the ambulance lights painted us in red. He looked at me with pure hatred, a look that killed the last ember of my love.

"I'll sign the divorce papers, Elias," I whispered to the empty air as he rode away with her. "But you'll never see this baby. You chose the wrong child to save."

Haylee gave up everything for love,h er title, her pack, her future only to be betrayed by the one man she trusted most. Cast aside and pregnant, she disappeared into the shadows, determined to raise her children away from the lies and heartbreak. But fate has a cruel sense of humor.

Five years later, Alpha Aiden Fenrir’s world is crumbling, and the only one who can save him is the woman he once betrayed. When he seeks help from a powerful neighboring pack, he’s stunned to find Haylee standing tall as Luna stronger, colder, and no longer his. But even more shocking are the two boys who carry his face.

Haylee wants nothing from Aiden until a deadly illness threatens their children, forcing her to confront him once more. As old feelings resurface and dark secrets unravel including a sinister prophecy, a treacherous ex-lover, and a shocking betrayal by the man she thought saved her. Haylee must choose between the love she lost and the future she fights to protect.

In a world where bloodlines are power and love is a dangerous bond, can Haylee reclaim her strength, protect her children, and decide who truly holds her heart?

Jiah thought that by running away from her troubles she could get off scot-free, but the Argi prince was so cruel that he deployed bodyguards to look for her.

All his cruel interrogations made her confess and finally, Jiah made a deal to become his subordinate to take over the kingdom.

"Moon Goddess," I prayed. "Please—save my baby. Save us both. I'll do anything."
The knife plunged into my chest. Pain exploded—white-hot, consuming. Blood poured over my skin.
The bond with Kael flared—bright and desperate—reaching for him one last time. But he didn’t come. He was with Clarissa, believing her lies, unaware of the child we created.
The second stab tore into my stomach.
“No,” I gasped. “The baby—please. Not my baby—”
They didn’t stop.
The blade fell again and again, until I felt nothing at all. Until the world faded to gray.
As my blood soaked the snow, my final thought was a curse:
Moon Goddess—if you care for me at all, give me one more chance. I’ll make them pay.
Aria Winters, an abused omega, learns her fated mate is Alpha Kael, bound to Luna Clarissa in a loveless political marriage. One forbidden night leaves Aria pregnant with the Alpha’s true heir.
When Clarissa learns the truth, she sends three assassins to kill Aria and her unborn child. Aria dies alone in the snow.
But the Moon Goddess offers a second chance. Time rewinds—Aria returns with her memories intact, and her wolf fully awakened.
In the love triangle, no longer a broken omega, she rises with power, purpose, and vengeance in her veins.
Rebirth to Be His Luna—not for love, but for vengeance.

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.

His mouth was on mine before I could breathe, his body pressing me into the glass window of his office. The city pulsed beneath us, but all I could feel was the brutal rhythm of his hips. My weak heart should have given out. The doctors said stress could kill me, that even climbing stairs was dangerous.

But with him? With Knight? I didn’t break.
I came alive.

“One night was supposed to be enough. I wore a mask, stepped into a stranger’s room to give a massage and earn the money to save my grandmother’s life. But his touch burned away every boundary, and suddenly I wasn’t just working—I was trembling and begging to be fucked by him.

I ran. Then swore I’d never see him again.

But as I walked into my new job, I found him sitting behind the CEO’s desk.
“Knight Magnus”
My boss. My secret one-night stand. My mate.

Now every glance across the boardroom carries the memory of his mouth on my skin. Every late-night meeting ends with me bent over his desk, papers digging into my palms as he fucks me like he owns me. He’s ruthless, dangerous, the Alpha heir of a family drenched in blood and betrayal. I should hate him. I should run.

But I can’t.

Because my fragile body that fails me everywhere else never fails me with him. With every thrust, every kiss, every whispered “mine,” I get stronger. He’s the only thing keeping me whole—my oxygen, my ruin, my survival.

I went to him out of desperation.
Now I can’t live without him.

“I never forgave you, Hayley. You are horribly mistaken if you think showing up on another man’s arm erases your sins.
Keep running and I’ll keep chasing. You are my wife. You belong to me.”

I cannot help the derisive smirk that curves my lips.
“Nice speech, Mr. Hotshot. Was that supposed to scare me? Do well to remember your place. The Hayley who begged at your feet is dead.
If you want me back, you will learn to beg. Preferably on your knees…”


For six years, Hayley sacrificed her life and career as an international programmer to play the role of “perfect little wife” for Edward DaSilva and his family.

And what did she get in return? An emotionally unavailable husband, in-laws who treated her like filth… and a dead son.

To make things worse, Edward is hell bent on punishing her for the death of their only son.

With a heart heavy with grief, Hayley flees Manhattan. Three years later, she returns as the City’s most brilliant hacker — unbreakable, desired, and standing beside another man.

But Edward Da Silva never forgot about his wife. He wants her back, and this time, he’s not asking. He’s chasing.

They call him the King of the Upper East Side. And this king would fight to the death to keep his queen.

In the terminal stage of cancer, my only life-saving chemotherapy opportunity was bought out by Patrick for Laura, who only had early-stage cancer.

I gave up the treatment plan that doctors said could save my life and swallowed strong pain-blocking medication. The consequence was organ failure and death within three days.

During these three days, I gave up everything.

When I gave all my hard-earned achievements to Laura, my parents smiled with relief.

When Patrick presented the divorce papers and I signed them readily, he sighed and said I was very sensible.

When I pushed Anna to call Laura "mom," she said excitedly that mommy was the best.

Even when I transferred all my properties and assets to Laura, they didn't notice anything wrong.

They just looked at me with relief and said: "Our sensible Flora has finally come back."

But I'm also curious - after I die, will they ever think of me?

"Only one life jacket left!" a crewman shouted as the cruise ship sank.
My husband, Captain Harrison, looked torn between me—his pregnant wife—and Emma, his first love.
Last time, he gave me the jacket, intending to die with Emma. But he survived, and she drowned. To avenge her, he smothered our newborn. "You stole her life," he snarled. I killed him for my baby, bleeding out beside him.
Waking to the deafening sirens, I realize I’ve been reborn. This time, who will get that final life jacket?

News broke that a classmate had fallen from a building. The forensic assessment said it was homicide. Someone claimed they’d seen the killer: a young girl in a red coat.
The police came to our home. My stepsister shoved me forward. Mom said, “My daughter owns a red coat and she wasn’t at home yesterday.”

“Go after her! don't let her out of your sight!"

“We can't afford to let her slip out of our hands this time, she needs to die, we need to make sure she does!"

The voice rang out through her mind as she runs for her dear life in the middle of the night.

she ran as fast as she could but they soon caught up with her with one swift move.

without wasting more time, the leader of the gang shoots at her and she fell, bleeding heavily.

“Miss Samantha! the job is done, the princess is dead! the man said.

when she heard the name of the person who ordered her to be put to death, her heart tweaks.

in the next splitting second, she was pushed down the cliff.

Five Years Later, She is back With only one goal; Befriend the enemies and revenge

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and will contain explicit sexual contents.

He's off-limits. But tonight, I'm done pretending.

Bell thinks I'm his sweet little girlfriend.
But it's his stepdad who sees the real me—
wet, needy, and aching to be ruined.

One look. One whisper. One filthy promise.

And just like that…
I'm on the kitchen counter, legs wide, moaning "Daddy."

This isn't just sex
This is sin
And it feels so damn good to be a sinner.

Welcome to the diary of a sinner—where shame is foreplay and obedience tastes like lust. Where pleasure is punishment—and sin feels holy.

This is a collection of raw, filthy, indulgent one-shots where no desire is too dark to explore, no boundary too sacred to cross. Each story is a confessional soaked in pleasure, punishment, and the bittersweet afterglow of release.

And you’re going to love every one of them, especially if you're looking for a book filled with wild sexual fantasies.

Join the ride, if you can control the heat.

Because he is forced to marry a woman of his grandfather's choice, he makes his wife's life a living hell. After the death of the family patriarch, he has the chance to be with the woman he loves. However, in his path is the wife he despises so much. He ends up killing her to be with his mistress, and is betrayed by her, who only wants the empire left by his family. Waking up in a second life on his wedding day, after all the evil he has done in the past, will he be able to obtain forgiveness from his wife? Warning: Contains sensitive content.

"Please, Lydia, give me a second chance. I swear, let me love you again." "Too late, Nathaniel, I have someone else now."
In a twisted tale of deceit and sacrifice, Lydia Milan, who hid her identity and family, endures a loveless marriage to handsome, wealthy Nathaniel King, who views her only as a blood source for his ailing ex.
Struggling against mistreatment, Lydia Milan finally demands a divorce and leaves the marriage, and that was when Nathaniel King discovered that she was the only daughter of the richest man in the country, whom he had been trying to have an audience with since.
A suspenseful journey unfolds, revealing the complexities of love, betrayal, and redemption in this gripping novel where hidden identities and vengeful schemes entwine in a web of secrets.

Three years into our loveless marriage:

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

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

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

The man freezes, staring down at her.

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

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

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

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

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

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

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

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

Matured Content
Rated 18+
What's more forbidden?
Sleeping with your Friend's dad or finding out he wasn't her dad?

Readers Discretion is strongly advised.

"Dressed like this, are you expecting something?" Mr Bank whispered in a low seductive rumble.

"No, you got it all wrong..."

I couldn't even complete my statement and then he whispered, "Touch yourself," My eyes widened in shock as I swallowed hard, "You saw me jerk off last night, now it's my turn to watch you. Don't you think?"

Of course, I do want him to but how did he know I watched him last night."I didn't mean to." I defended, but who knows he'll let out a hella hot chuckle.

"I know, now you have to obey let me show you how pleasure is spelt."

And then all I could remember was I was gone. I was having sex with my best friend father.

And then coming to realise I was tricked, that wasn't my best friend's father.
Now I'm doomed realising his identity.

Six years of marriage, and I thought that if I tried hard enough, she would see me someday.
Yet she never gave me a hug, never called our son "sweetheart" once, and couldn't even stand him calling her "Mom."
She said I was calculating, that I was shameless.
I laughed. So, in her eyes, my love was a scam from the very beginning.
So, I signed the divorce papers and left town with our son.
I thought it was all over.
But then she said,
"I'm not leaving you."

"I want a child, not the child's mother."
These chilling words come from Toop Pasutha, the renowned actor who reluctantly married Anshan Akirah solely to meet his family’s demands rather than out of love.

Anshan does his utmost to fulfill his role as a wife, yet their physical intimacy is confined strictly to the pursuit of an heir.

The hope of earning any affection from Toop slowly fades as his actions reinforce that Anshan is nothing more than a stranger to Toop

Amid this fragile and painful union, can true love ever truly blossom?

"You abandoned her five years ago. You don't get to take her back now."

Dante Moretti's icy voice silenced the entire room.

My ex-fiancé stared at me with red-rimmed eyes.

"Mia... come home with me."

Dante wrapped an arm around my waist.

"She's already home."

Five years ago, Mia Hayes was publicly abandoned by her fiancé, humiliated by New York's most powerful mafia family, and forced to disappear with her sick mother.

Now she's back—not by choice.

Her mother's life depends on the ruthless billionaire Dante Moretti, the man everyone fears... and the uncle of the man who once broke her heart.

Dante offers her a deal she can't refuse:
Stay in his mansion for three months, and he'll save her mother.

But living under the same roof means discovering the truth.

Why did Dante secretly keep every sketch she ever drew?

Why has he been protecting her from the shadows for five years?

Why does every member of the Moretti family fear the way he looks at her?

When her ex-fiancé begs for a second chance, Dante simply pulls her into his arms in front of everyone.

"She's mine."

But what happens when Mia uncovers the devastating secret behind the broken engagement...

And realizes the man she fears most may have loved her all along?

Eirene, in the police station, begging everyone to find her missing daughter Lucy not knowing someone watching her, her ex-boyfriend Sam, to Eirene’s knowledge he died but unknown to her he is the Mafia boss of the biggest gang in her region.
Samuel decided to find Eirene’s daughter for the past’s sake, after rescuing a little girl from action, Samuel realized that this rude, ungrateful, and I’ll mannered little girl carries his DNA. “Hey Pervert man, will you give me money if I work for you?” Lucy’s childish voice rang like music after knowing she is his daughter, “Just call me dad, and I’ll give all my assets to you”. “if you are so rich then adopt my mother”
Eirene was grateful to the mysterious person who saved her daughter and gave her a better life which she couldn’t afford until she saw the person, the emotion from 8 years back came flooding, and the love, and faith turned into hate. “what do you want, give my daughter back”, “of course you can get her but along with me” Samuel replied.
Eirene hates him, Samuel falls in love with her again, and Lucy decides to make this Rich man marry her mother, along with many past mysteries being unlocked, will Eirene be able to take her daughter’s custody by standing high in her career?

Fourteen years. I guarded every line on the East Coast for Victoria's crime family. Six weeks. A young newcomer took away every ounce of my authority. Victoria said, "There's no need to be so sensitive." I understood her choice. I took off my ring in the council chamber, and walked away.