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The night they came for my sister, I cut my own palm and offered the Devil a better bride.

I did it in front of the whole city. I thought I was just a substitute, a disposable girl thrown into the fog to save the sister I loved. But when the Devil appeared—tall, dressed in black that drank the light, with eyes like pale, cold coins—everything changed.

He didn't kill me. He reached out and closed his freezing hand around my bleeding wrist. That was when he saw it. The old silver mark I had carried since birth, hidden under my skin. The moment his thumb pressed against it, the mark woke, blooming with blinding silver light. His stillness wasn't that of a monster choosing his next meal. It was the shock of a man who had just found the one thing he prayed never to see.

"You are not the one they chose," he said, his voice carrying into every frozen corner of the square. The cold rushed out of the air. He turned my hand toward the dying light, his face cracking open to reveal something far worse than cruelty.

"You were never meant to be mine," he whispered softly, his grip tightening like a vise. "And now I cannot give you back."

My father sold me to the Dragon Academy for the price of one dead wolf, tossing me into a hall full of monsters who wanted to eat me alive. "She has no shift. She has no use. The dragons will take her," he said, leaving me in heavy iron chains that bit into my bone. The beautiful, cruel dragon students laughed. "Prey," one of them dropped the word at my feet. "Maybe it's lunch." I was property. A broken wolf girl meant to cancel out a debt. But then the hall went dead quiet. The Dragon King's son walked in. He didn't look at me like I was a price tag. He looked at me like a predator realizing the floor beneath it wasn't solid. His pale gold eyes snapped to mine, and the temperature in the room skyrocketed. "Who brought her here," his voice was low, dangerous. He crouched in front of me, his fingers closing tight around my forearm. He turned my wrist toward the light, exposing the faint silver tracery under my skin—the mark my father swore would get me killed. The breath went out of the prince. His hand tightened until it bruised. "That mark," he whispered so only I could hear, "belongs to the bloodline my family slaughtered."

In the shadow of duty, Alpha Logan shunned the notion of love, a luxury his burdened heart couldn't entertain. "Emotions are a weakness," he'd declare, his voice a fortress against the world. Yet, Aella's arrival, a spectral beauty with a haunted past, beckoned him to question his own edicts.

"Why do you resist?" her voice would dance through the twilight, challenging his resolve.

"It's loss I cannot bear," he'd answer, his words heavy with unspoken fear.

Their exchanges, laced with the melodrama of unbidden desire, hinted at the possibility of solace in togetherness. "Dare we dream?" she'd ask, her gaze an invitation to the unknown.

"Perhaps dreams are what we need," he'd concede, their hands brushing, a silent accord forming.

Their story—a testament to the pull of destiny and the power of choice—promised a love both threatening and sublime. "With you, I might dare," he'd whisper, their fate hanging in the balance of those words.

As he gently tucked her damp hair behind her ear, his hand lingered on her neck, warm and inviting. She leaned back into his touch with a contented sigh.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" she teased, feeling the undeniable proof against her.

He chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "You have no idea."

His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric of her blue bathrobe, eliciting a sharp inhale from her. "Zeidan..."

"What is it?" His voice was a low rumble, rich with desire.

She bit her lip, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Do you always get what you want?"

"Only when it's you," he murmured, his hand pausing at the rise of her chest.

A soft moan escaped her as his touch sent a jolt through her. "Mmh... don't stop."

He scooped her into his arms with a grin. "As you wish."

On the bed now, she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with invitation. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"

In response, Zeidan shed his shirt, the black fabric falling away. "Patience," he said, his voice teasing, "isn't always a virtue."

“Promise me you’re not dangerous," I whispered.
He smiled. “I make no promises I can’t keep.”

Eliot is everything I shouldn’t want—smooth voice, slow hands, secrets buried behind those blue eyes. I’m just a receptionist with a loud mouth and a habit of falling too fast. But someone is killing again. Every 13th, killing only lawyers and leaving letters carved behind the ear.

They say love is blind. Mine might be fatal.

Because Eliot’s hiding something and I’m the girl who finds it and I realize that Cupid wasn't shooting arrows, it was something else.

But the question is, will he kiss me one last time—
Or leave me with a letter carved behind my ears?

"So you think you can have me?"
"I mean... couldn't I?" I challenged.
"OH FUCK,"
"Yes or No?" if he dares.
"Yes," he teased.
I could kiss him right now, his gaze, everything was perfect.
I didn't care about that now, I didn't care if we shouldn't be doing this.
I wanted him and I'll have what I want this time. My mouth stretched knowing I was about to do what was forbidden, yet the magnetic pull I felt was undeniable.
As he drew me near with his large palms on my face, the door swung open revealing an unexpected figure.
God no… I gasped in shock.


Amelia is introduced to a man- her father's best friend. The same man she almost had a one night stand with.
Irresistible and intriguing, he challenges her in ways she never expected. Yet, despite her undeniable attraction, Amelia sees him as an arrogant jerk who never fails to infuriate her. In return, he views her as an impulsive, sharp-tongued woman who constantly tests his patience.
But what happens when Amelia finds herself falling for the very man she swore to despise?
Will the handsome, 40 year old Billionaire give in to his feelings for his best friend's daughter, or will he break her heart like he has so many others?

Five years ago, Lila Hart vanished after one night with a man who never gave his real name.
She rebuilt her life in silence—until his face dominated every screen.
Adrian Blackmoor.
Tech billionaire. Phantom executive. Untouchable.
When Adrian discovers he has a son, he doesn’t demand forgiveness.
He demands access.
Dragged into a world of glass towers, private armies, and legal assassins, Lila realizes Adrian’s empire was built on blood—and his family intends to collect what they believe is theirs.
But Elliot isn’t just a child.
He’s leverage.
A weapon.
An heir.
And the truth about Lila’s disappearance may destroy them all.

David Ramirez has just broken up with his boyfriend after catching him having sex with his best friend. To forget what he saw David goes to the club to let out some steam and hopefully find someone to have sex with.

He does eventually meet Maxwell Sharaf a hot brown-skinned god who he’s willing to have sex with to forget about his ex. After a night of passion, David leaves Max’s house before he wakes up, he loves what happened last night but he can’t seem to forget about his ex. He’s walking on the streets of New York when he gets shot in a robbery gone wrong. David dies.

But he doesn’t stay dead for long because he comes back to life but not as he was before. He finds out that he has super speed, super strength, and other supernatural abilities. He unconsciously goes to Max’s house because something is drawing him closer to Max. When he tells Max what has been happening to him Max explains that he accidentally turned David into a werecat. And Max is a werecat himself, a direct descendant of the goddess Bastet.

Max also tells David that he’s his mate and the beast within him wants Max. Max and David spend more time with each other while Max teaches David the basics of being a werecat. At the same time, some people want David dead because he’s not supposed to be a werecat, but Max and his family try to protect David and Max and David prove time and time that their love is stronger than any outdated law.

💍 Fake vows. Real sparks. One impossible deal…

When Fallon Prescott returns home for what’s supposed to be a routine family dinner, she’s met with a double blow: her father’s empire is crumbling, and the only way to save it is through a marriage she never asked for — to Reid Callahan, the one man she vowed to never see again.

Reid — arrogant, gorgeous, and heir to the powerful Callahan fortune — isn’t exactly thrilled either. But for the sake of business, legacy, and keeping their families happy, they both agree to the unthinkable: a two-year marriage contract. No feelings. No strings. No mess.

Just one problem…
Pretending to be the perfect couple isn’t as easy as they thought.

From tense charity galas to late-night encounters that feel far too real, Fallon finds herself drawn to the very man she swore to keep at arm’s length. Beneath Reid’s cool charm is a tenderness she never expected. And beneath her icy exterior, something’s starting to melt.

As sparks fly and the lines between fake and forever blur, Fallon has to ask herself: Is she falling for the man she promised not to love?

Perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers, arranged marriage, and slow-burn tension that catches fire, The Arrangement is a sharp, sexy romance about love, loyalty, and the lies we tell ourselves to stay safe.

Her world shatters when she discovers her husband celebrating his secret daughter's birthday while their own son fights for life. As her marriage crumbles under the weight of lies, the only one standing by her is his brother, Liam, with his silent devotion. Now, caught between a husband entangled in a web of power and deceit who will stop at nothing to win her back, and a brother who has loved her from the shadows for years, Maya faces an impossible choice. Two brothers, one devastating war fought in the name of love. Her choice will reshape their destinies forever...

HEATED REVENGE
BLURB
CARLOS:
Would she wake up if I wrapped her hand around my length?
My vision tunnels as I move closer to her spread legs, fisting faster.
Imagining her taking my cum over and over, swallowing every drop like the good girl she is not.
Knowing Thalia, she might spill it out because she doesn't like the taste and I'll enjoy watching it slip down her mouth to her chin then tits.
Fuck!
I throw my head back when the wave hit me, my cum spills onto her inner thigh & I watch it soak into the center of her cunt.
She stirs but doesn't wake. Instead
a beautiful word slip from her full lips
"Carlos... "
My dick jerks fast.
Did she just moan my name?
In sleep?
"Should I wake her?"
Nope.
I bring my cock to her parted lips, letting the last drops coat her tongue without quite touching.
And I harden again.
I realize something that should terrify me:
I don't want to kill her anymore.
I want her defiant & completely mine.
Walking around with my cum.
 
This is a STALKER xSTALKER DARK ROMANCE. MUTUAL OBSESSION
 
TRIGGER WARNINGS
BOTH:
Stalking & Surveillance
Wet dreams
Graphic violence
Weapons & Threats
Privacy|Home invasion
 
𝘔𝘔𝘊
Somnophilia
Voyeurism
 
ＦＭＣ
Murder & Poisoning
Gory murder board
Questionable morals

Living in a house with hockey players was supposed to be a temporary fix. Falling for my brother’s best friend? That’s a permanent disaster.
My brother’s golden rule: Stay away from the team. Especially Jaxson Miller, the hotheaded rookie with a slap-shot that breaks glass and a reputation for breaking hearts.
But when my dorm floods and my brother offers me his spare room in the "Hockey House," I’m suddenly living feet away from the one guy I’m not allowed to touch. Jaxson is everything I should avoid—reckless, loud, and constantly in the penalty box. He’s the team’s biggest liability, and I’m his biggest secret. If we get caught, the team falls apart. If we don’t, my heart might be the one taking the hit.