

Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
Hello, I’m Cobe, or at least one time I was known as Cobe, then I took to calling myself Jinx, and now through a series of unfortunate events, my name is Lucky. You can’t see this, but I’m a dog. No, I don’t mean I chase every female I can find in search of sex… which I do, but that is beside the point. I am a real dog, fleas and all. A one-eyed, one-eared, one-balled dog named Lucky. Can you see the irony?
See that woman walking ahead of me… of course you can’t. This is a book, but trust me, she is the love of my life. Dogs usually walk in the front… I prefer the view from the rear. I watch over her literally from behind whenever possible.
Because of her, or in spite of her, I was saved from an eternity of Torment to go on living after death. I serve Potent, the sleeping god of my world, or as I like to think of him, Im-Potent. I can’t call him that aloud, I’m on probation. Bad things can happen when you piss off the beings in charge.
In this world, after death you are greeted by a never-ending line, at least the humans are. Im-Potent granted us souls he can play with. The dragons don’t have them. Dragons hate to be reminded they were created as the first mistake, to be replaced by humans, the second mistake. If you really want to get under a dragon’s skin remind them of that.
Most mortals don’t know this information or any information. They are too busy trying to scrape a living out of the dust. You see, many things here in the land of Im-Potent are broken, and this makes life difficult for the men of the world to survive.
The first thing that is broken, or at least bent: Our male god has decided in his infinite wisdom to have wealth and power pass down from mother to daughter. Men are left without… well without power. As a man, I find that in extremely poor taste. I mean if Im-Potent were a woman, you would kind of expect it, but since he is a man, for him to favor the women over men makes me believe he has serious mommy issues. I can’t confirm or deny the rumor, but maybe our Lord walks like a Lady instead.
All this struck me hard. It wasn’t until after I died that I learned this information. I’m a fixer, so my job is to fix things. I travel about human-and dragonkind setting things right… as a dog. I understand the whole thing seems strange, but I guess the powers that be decided it would be easier for a dog to move about and right wrongs more than…
I’ve devoted too much time thinking about this, but I feel a creature, ten-foot-tall with leathery wings made of iron, that flew in and stopped all sorts of disagreements would be best. If anyone argued with the creature, he could shoot lightning bolts out of his eye to smite any disagreeable sorts. That is my idea of a fixer… but no one asked for my opinion. I did suggest it, but I was ignored.
I digress… Our bent/broken world has a significant number of fixers and other levels of creatures that go about putting all the messed up half-baked parts of our world right.
I have a vulpine friend called Smigget; he looks like a short red dog with unkempt hair. His job is a simple one, to go about pissing on mushrooms. That’s his entire existence in the afterlife. To urinate on mushrooms with his urine that smells of rotten cabbage. That, my friends, is a broken world by anyone’s standards.
To keep track of all these fixers is a vast bureaucracy to ensure the world we protect does not come apart at the seams. Layer upon layer of supervisors. I work for a bitch called Kampot. She’s not a dog but a crazy old woman that tricked me into being a dog. As you might guess, I don’t like her much. Thinking back, I had little choice in my decision to become a fixer, but I could’ve been recruited by anyone but Kampot the Crazy.
I understand you might think a paradise awaits all those that serve the sleeping god, as set forth in the holy scrolls and passed down by the priestess of the faith.
Believe me, it’s all a lie; the whole story is a grand marketing scheme told by the temples to extract as much coin as possible from the faithful. I was not one of the faithful but one of the blasphemers, the foul-mouthed, and the disrespectable. I was destined to wait in line on the floor of Torment for a body. My soul would never be reincarnated, a body would never open up for me. I might have stated my displeasure for the current state of affairs more than once… All right it was thousands of times in my short life. (Trust me, I saw the list. I found the scroll awe-inspiring.)
Listen, I could go on about what happened in the first book, but is that really necessary? I’m sure you finished it, only moments ago, and have since begun this book… If not, what is wrong with you?
You will miss the meet-cute between myself and Adriana. The death and destruction that happens along the way, plus how I became the one-eyed, one-eared, one-balled dog. Who would want to miss that?
Some things you need to know:
Im-Potent sleeps for thousands of years at a time.
No one knows where he came from, and he isn’t all here in the brain.
Our world will one day collapse because of the inherited errors built into the system.
Things need to be fixed, yet we only hold the systems together by wrapping them with twine… metaphorically speaking.
Not all the fixers get along swimmingly. There is a rumor that can only be whispered in the darkest recesses of the world that a group of fixers are rebelling, but you didn’t hear that from me.
I’m sure I left something out. In this world, important details seem to continually go unnoticed or get left out.
You might guess I’m not one of Im-Potent’s loyal followers, and you would be correct, but I’m not stupid enough to fall in with any rebellion against a god. Insurrection is a path that will only lead to really bad things happening to myself.
Now I need to follow Adriana. She heads for the desert, and I need to go search for these butt-ugly sand squids that will pull your ass right under and have you for breakfast. I find it a pleasure to follow behind this woman. She has problems talking to others, but the swish of her hips is enough to make even an old dog stand up and take notice.
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“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.
We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.
Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.
How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?
The Billionaire's Sudden Bride
As Brandon settled her into the car, Summer's wandering hands sought relief from the burning heat. Every point of contact—her tits pressed against his chest, her soaked pussy grinding against his thigh—crackled with raw, electric hunger.
“Stop that,” Brandon commanded, but she only arched closer.
“I’m burning up,” she pouted, writhing against him, her hips bucking as her exploring fingers slid lower, palming the thick, hard bulge straining against his pants. His sharp inhale fueled her, and his grip on her wrist tightened, firm yet gentle, as his cock twitched under her teasing touch.
Ignoring his warning, she buried her face in his neck, sucking hard, leaving wet, red marks as she trailed sloppy, heated kisses up his jaw.
She caught his earlobe between her teeth, biting down, reveling in his ragged gasps as she ground her dripping cunt harder against him. His hands clamped onto her waist, fingers digging into her flesh, caught between shoving her off and yanking her tighter against his throbbing erection.
For one electrifying moment, he gave in, his lips crashing against hers, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, fucking it with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned into him, her pussy clenching as she rubbed herself harder against his thigh, chasing release.
But Brandon is practically also a stranger to her. After she got sober, she has to wonder: Did she escape one trap only to walk willingly into another?
A pack of their own
I Am His Wolfless Luna
Ethan also kept emitting deep roars in my ear, 'Damn... I'm going to cum... !!!' His impact became more intense and our bodies kept making slapping sounds.
"Please!! Ethan!!"
As the strongest female warrior in my pack, I was betrayed by those I trusted most, my sister and my best friend. I was drugged, raped, and banished from my family and my pack. I lost my wolf, my honor, and became an outcast—carrying a child I never asked for.
Six years of hard-won survival turned me into a professional fighter, fueled by rage and grief. A summons arrives from the formidable Alpha heir, Ethan, asking me to return as a wolfless combat instructor for the very pack that once banished me.
I thought I could ignore their whispers and stares, but when I see Ethan's emerald-green eyes—the same as my son’s—my world tilts.
Four or Dead
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry to tell you this but he didn’t make it.” The doctor says offering me a sympathetic look.
“T-thank you.” I say with a trembling breath.
My father was dead, and the man who killed him was standing right beside me this very minute. Of course, there was no way I could tell anyone this because I would be considered and accomplice for even knowing what happened and doing nothing. I was eighteen and could be looking at prison time if the truth ever got out.
Not long ago I was trying to get through my senior year and getting out of this town for good, but now I have no idea what I will do. I was almost free, and now I would be lucky to make it another day without my life completely falling apart.
“You’re with us, now and forever.” His hot breath said against my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
They had me in their tight grip now and my life depended on them. How things got to this point it's hard to say, but here I was…an orphan…with blood on my hands…literally.
Hell on earth is the only way I can describe the life I have lived.
Having every bit of my soul being stripped away each and every day by not only my father but by four boys called The Dark Angels and their followers.
Tormented for three years is about all I can take and with no one on my side I know what I have to do...I have to get out the only way I know how, Death means peace but things are never that easy, especially when the very guys who led me to ledge are the ones who end up saving my life.
They give me something I never thought would be possible...revenge served dead. They have created a monster and i am ready to burn the world down.
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Strings of Fate
Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm.
I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species.
I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate.
Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother.
“What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it.
“Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain.
Forbidden Desires
I nodded once more and approached them. I started with Zion. He sprung up like a water fountain when I ran my hand over him. “Ohh!” I said to myself. I tried not to touch him directly as I lathered him up, but then he had to say, “Use your hands. It’s okay to touch me.” Well, I’m already in hell, so I might as well have some fun. Then, a sinister thought crossed my mind.
I began to stroke him. I heard him groan.
Sophie Deltoro was a shy, innocent, introverted teenager who thought she was invisible. She was living a safe, boring life with her three protective brothers. Then she gets kidnapped by the Mafia King of the Americas and his two sons. All three plan to share her, claim her, and dominate her.
She is swept up in their world of sin and violence, forced into a forbidden relationship, and sent to a school that encourages and applauds the sadistic sexual pleasures of her captors. No one can be trusted. The world Sophie thought she knew never existed. Will she willingly submit to her deepest fantasies, or will she let the darkness consume and bury her? Everyone around her has a secret and Sophie seems to be the center of them all. Too bad she is a Forbidden Desire.
Fake Dating Alpha Hockey Captain
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Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.
Him (kisses you in front of everyone): A deal, Like this?
MY Possessive Mafia Men
"I don't know how long it is going to take you to realize this, honey bunny but you are ours." His deep voice said, yanking my head back so that his intense eyes met mine.
"Your pussy is dripping for us, now be a good girl and spread your legs. I want to have a taste, do you want my tongue gracing your little cunt?"
"Yes, d…daddy." I moaned.
Angelia Hartwell, a young and beautiful college girl, wanted to explore her life. She wanted to know how it feels to have a real orgasm, she wanted to know what it felt like to be a submissive. She wanted to experience sex in the best, dangerous and delicious ways.
In search of fulfilling her sexual fantasies, she found herself in one of the most exclusive dangerous BDSM clubs in the country. There, she catches the attention of three possessive Mafia men. They all three want her by all means.
She wanted one dominant but in-turn she got three possessive ones and one of them being her college professor.
Just one moment, just one dance, her life completely changed.
My Bullies My Lovers
Her best friend, Jax, not even realizing who she was until he saw a distinctive scar on Skylar's stomach showed him who she was and when he took his two new friends to her house, only to see that the kids at school weren't the only ones bullying her.
She was on the verge of committing suicide because of her father's abuse, so she agrees to an alliance with Jax and his friends to destroy her father and everything that he holds dear to him.
What she didn't expect, what the feeling that the three men would inevitably develop for her or the ones that she would develop for all of them.
Chasing My Rejected Luna
Tegan Declan was a shy she-wolf who was born deaf. Starting a new life as a disabled wolf in a new pack. She is the new contracted mate to the Alpha king, Ezra Hendricks.
“Being deaf was a quality I would hate my son to have. As a wolf, you need all your senses to be able to lead, protect, and stay alive. Lacking hearing would not benefit anyone, it could lead to mass destruction and the loss of many lives. It would not be a good quality for a king. This brought me back to my question. What makes her think she is fit to be my Queen? I want to know what she thinks her strengths are. Would they outweigh her weaknesses?”
Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
"You want me to fuck you, I know it"
"As much as you don't like me, you're my mate and you can't deny it."
He stood up behind me, one hand holding my hip, and leaned down, his breath ragged against my neck, his voice was husky,
"You'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. Only the pleasure that a small bite can bring."
At the age of 15, I was shocked to hear the ruthless Alpha claim that I was his mate.
To make matters worse, he killed my father, who was trying to protect me. At that time, I successfully ran away from him.
However, when I turned 18, I fell into his trap again.
I hated him and wanted revenge, but the moon goddess had a different plan for me.
I was his mate, and we were fated to be together. No matter the circumstances, my body couldn't resist him.