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Angela White had no love lost for her pack. They hated her as much as she hated them. Why? Because her father had a falling out with his former best friend, the Alpha and he chose to shun him. The entire pack took their Alpha’s side and shunned her father and her entire family, disregarding the fact that no one knew the reason for the fight. Because of this, Angela grew up hating her pack. But she was also determined to restore her family’s standing in the pack to make sure her brother did not grow up shunned like she did. She would enter into the Grand Hunt and when she won, her prize would be the Alpha’s forgiveness. It was a simple enough plan. Until the Alpha’s son came into the picture.

Louis Knights was arrogant, handsome, powerful and everything Angela hated. He’d also joined his father to shun her family even though he’d been in the ideal position to find out the cause of the fight and perhaps resolve it. So yes, Angela hated him. He had always avoided taking part in the Hunt. That is, until the year that Angela planned to join. His presence there would make it twice as hard for Angela to win but not impossible. However, the unexpected appearance of a rogue wolf forces Angela to let go of the tight hold she had on her wolf in order to protect herself. In that moment, her wolf reached out to her mate, and Louis Knights shows up to protect what’s his.

Angela White had no love lost for her pack. They hated her as much as she hated them. Why? Because her father had a falling out with his former best friend, the Alpha and he chose to shun him. The entire pack took their Alpha’s side and shunned her father and her entire family, disregarding the fact that no one knew the reason for the fight. Because of this, Angela grew up hating her pack. But she was also determined to restore her family’s standing in the pack to make sure her brother did not grow up shunned like she did. She would enter into the Grand Hunt and when she won, her prize would be the Alpha’s forgiveness. It was a simple enough plan. Until the Alpha’s son came into the picture.
Louis Knights was arrogant, handsome, powerful and everything Angela hated. He’d also joined his father to shun her family even though he’d been in the ideal position to find out the cause of the fight and perhaps resolve it. So yes, Angela hated him. He had always avoided taking part in the Hunt. That is, until the year that Angela planned to join. His presence there would make it twice as hard for Angela to win but not impossible. However, the unexpected appearance of a rogue wolf forces Angela to let go of the tight hold she had on her wolf in order to protect herself. In that moment, her wolf reached out to her mate, and Louis Knights shows up to protect what’s his.

Two thieves. One ridiculous score. A mansion packed with eccentric billionaires and zero margin for error.

Chloe needed an easy hit to clear her debts, but she ended up crashing into Liam, another amateur criminal who had the exact same bright idea. Now, to dodge a prison cell, they’ve convinced the country’s most powerful family that they are an eccentric European royal couple who simply got lost looking for the powder room.

"Politely" invited to spend a week at the family estate, Chloe and Liam must share a bed, fool the elite, and secretly sabotage each other to walk away with the prize. The problem isn't just that they are both an absolute disaster at playing rich; the problem is that the chemistry of mutual hatred is turning dangerously real.

Will they pull off the heist of a lifetime, or will they end up stealing each other's hearts?

" I do not appreciate you ignoring my calls, especially at times like this." Elliot scolded Jonah as he stepped into the room. "Well, I don't appreciate you kissing the girl who's supposed to help you." Jonah sneered "So that's what this is about." Elliot said sighing. "Look Jonah you know that had to happen we had cameras in our faces."Elliot tried to explain. Jonah walked closer to Elliot till his back hit the wall. Elliot's breath grew shallower as Jonah was trapped. "Look I'm tired of you trying to keep up appearances. And if you've not noticed, I don't like sharing and I'm tired of sharing." Jonah whispered violently. Jonah plants a rough kiss to Elliot biting his lips till they draw blood. Jonah wipes it clean and stares Elliot in the eyes, "You are mine. Just mine" Jonah tells him.


Elliot Sinclair, a billionaire, the heir to the Sinclair legacy is in love. And it's not with his fiancee Clara Dawson. It's with Jonah Hartfield, another man! Their relationship is forbidden. If the public finds out Elliot is doomed. Jonah is possessive and jealous, Elliot has to balance, his family's wishes and his relationship with Jonah. Would he have to sacrifice one for the other? Or can he manage to save both?

"That won't do. The demonic aura won't wait; it must be purified immediately," the man said. His sturdy body pinned the nun against the wall, kissing her while lifting one of her legs high up with one hand, fully exposing their intimate union to Elara.
The thick and grotesque member thrust into the nun's body repeatedly, each withdrawal bringing out glistening fluids, tainting the junction with a lascivious sheen. The nun's body was half-suspended in the air with no support, her legs spread wide as she was forced to endure the man's invasion, emitting uncontrollable moans with each thrust.
The intensely shocking scene nearly made Elara scream. She clapped her hand over her mouth and hurriedly retreated down the corridor, running past several turns and still unable to calm down for a long time.

Elara, a girl parasitized by an Inner Demon, was saved by the Priest, Noyce, and became his Familiar. At the Church's Witch Academy, Elara, weak in power, faced discrimination, but gradually grew under Noyce's strict training. However, she unexpectedly discovered that she was of the Light attribute, and this twist allowed her to shine in battles against monsters, ultimately guarding the peace of the magical continent with Noyce.
What strange experiences will Elara and the Priest Noyce have? What kind of monsters will they face?

Three brothers. Three legacies. Three women who will bring them to their knees.

Where blood stains the golden streets and sin is the only currency that matters, the Gray family reigns with iron fists and dark souls. They are the Wicked Heirs—born into power, raised in violence, and destined to rule the Brotherhood with an iron hand.

They don't ask for forgiveness. They know no mercy. They don't know how to lose.

Until them.

Three women storm into their lives like hurricanes—fierce, fearless, demanding. One steals the heart of the heir to the throne with nothing but a whisper. Another awakens the most primal instinct in a man who never believed in love, all while hiding a secret that could destroy them both. And the third... the third is pure fire, the only woman unafraid of the man who terrifies everyone else.

They don't ask for permission. They don't follow rules. They don't take no for an answer.

And these untouchable men—who never flinched at the sight of a gun, who never knelt before anyone—will learn the most dangerous lesson of all:

Desire is stronger than honor.
Forbidden love is the most addictive of all.
And the most dangerous war they'll ever fight... is for them.

Born in sin.
Raised in blood.
They rule through violence.
And love with devotion.

Three stories of love so forbidden it could set the entire mafia ablaze.

Welcome to the family.
Where desire is the only truth.
And love is the most dangerous war of all.

Sending a sheer lingerie photo to my ruthless billionaire boss was a complete accident, but him locking his office door, pressing his massive, rock-hard erection against my stomach, and telling me to strip was a threat.

I was drowning in debt, and in a moment of weak empowerment, I snapped a photo of my swollen breasts spilling out of a crimson lace bra, the delicate thong barely hiding my wet, aching pussy. My thumb slipped. The explicit picture went straight to Alexander Grant.

I expected to be fired. Instead, he locked the heavy oak doors of his private office.

He didn't yell. He just trapped me against the wall, his thick thigh shoving aggressively between my legs, rubbing the rough fabric of his suit directly against my dripping center. I let out a pathetic, wet moan as his large hand wrapped around my throat.

"I will pay off every single cent of your debt," his deep voice vibrated against my lips, his thumb brushing my racing pulse. "But in exchange, you will be my exclusive plaything. Your body, your wetness, your tight little cunt—all mine."

I wanted to scream, but my body was completely betraying me. He handed me a velvet box containing the exact same crimson lingerie and ordered me to put it on. When I stepped out of his private bathroom, the lace hugging my hypersensitive nipples, his dark eyes flared with unhinged lust.

He didn't even take off his suit. He just ripped the lace panties down my thighs, shoved two thick fingers deep into my soaking wet vagina, and pumped me hard until I screamed his name.

I signed the contract with my legs still shaking and his musky scent buried deep inside me. But what happens when the monster who bought your body decides he wants to own your soul too?

Five years ago, he was nothing. Now, he has risen as the renowned and invincible God of War, possessing fame, wealth, and power. However, his sole purpose in returning is for vengeance. In the past, he was belittled and scorned as the despised son-in-law of the Lewis family, treated as nothing more than trash.

Tyson Gray, the abandoned heir of the Carter family, is resolute in making those who looked down on him deeply regret their actions. Above all, he seeks revenge against the Carter family for his mother's death, and he will not rest until those responsible for his pain face the consequences they deserve.

“Celine was like a drug—a drug I willingly wanted to overdose on, even though I knew I could die from it.”

"She was like a forcefield—a magnetic pull I couldn't help being drawn to."


Antonio Gray—Italian business mogul slash mafia don—is all shades of morally gray. With one foot in the corporate world and the other in the underworld, he is known for his ruthlessness, and taking a life without as much as flinching. He’s foreign to weakness and doesn't form attachments, until his path collides with Celine, a woman lost in a world where peace was a luxury she couldn't afford.

She's fire; fierce, relentless, impossible to contain. He's ice; cold, hard, impossible to break. But when fire meets ice, one of them will have to surrender.

One fateful night, when Celine is in need of a saviour, he pulls her back from the edge, becoming her only lifeline. But little did she know she was digging her own grave.

A contract is forged at gunpoint, and one signature becomes a lifetime sentence, forcing her into Antonio's dark world of danger, violence and bloodshed.

Although their marriage was just meant to be a name on paper, his motives might not be entirely pure, and she too might just be hiding a secret that could burn them both.

What starts off as a fiery clash between the two ignites into desire, obsession, and a passion as intoxicating as it is deadly, and a beautiful love story blooms from the ashes, blurring the line between morals and love.

While true love was never meant to be part of the deal, what happens when they fall helplessly? And when secrets and enemies from the past come lurking, will their love be able to stand the test of time?

When my parents and my fiancé Gilbert asked me once again to donate my kidney to my cousin Yvonne, who was hospitalized with kidney failure, I didn't cry or scream.

I simply said one word: "Okay."

My parents and Gilbert were stunned. They rushed to have me sign the voluntary donation form, afraid I’d change my mind.

Some days later, they sent me to the operating room.

Dad said, "Yvonne will finally be saved. We're so proud of you."

Mom said, "After the surgery, we'll make it up to you."

Gilbert looked tenderly at Yvonne and said, "When you're better, where should we travel?"

What they didn't know was that the day I agreed, I'd just received my diagnosis, stage four cancer. Three months to live.

As I lay on the cold operating table, as the anesthesia began to take effect, I only wanted to know one thing:

If I die on this operating table, will they regret it?

I ran out of rosemary. That's it. That's the whole reason the most feared being in the supernatural world is currently standing in my kitchen, expecting worship, wearing an expression like I've personally ruined his entire day.
I don't worship him. I hand him a dish towel.
Turns out summoning the Demon Lord with the wrong herbs on an empty stomach has consequences nobody warns you about...namely, he's stuck here. Cottage-bound. Mine, apparently, until I die or let him go, and I'm not in a hurry to do either, because it turns out a six-and-a-half-foot ancient horror is surprisingly good at washing dishes once you threaten him with a chore chart.
He expected fear. He got a to-do list.
He expected a throne. He got a stool by the fire and a cat that hates him.
Between village gossip, a market stall he refuses to admit he enjoys, and a kitchen that keeps doing strange, warm, impossible things whenever he's standing too close to me, I'm starting to suspect there's more to this binding than bad luck with the sage.
But that's a problem for another day. Today there's bread to bake, wards to fix, and a Demon Lord sulking in my pantry because I told him the apron was non-negotiable.
Slow burn. Grumpy meets sunshine. One tiny cottage, nowhere to run, and a love neither of us asked for... but neither of us wants to release.

In the shadow of small-town whispers and a barren womb, Susan Hart faces the ultimate shame: three years married to Greg, no baby in sight. His weak seed confirmed by doctors, the family fortune hangs by a thread—no heir, no inheritance.

Desperate, she turns to the men who can deliver: rugged father-in-law Frank, with his grizzled stamina, and ripped brother-in-law Jake, Lily's fertile stud. What starts as a whispered plea in the bathroom escalates to raw kitchen poundings, warehouse fistings, and father-son tag-teams amid crates of grain.

"Family first," they growl, flooding her fertile depths. But Greg's rage simmers, Lily's suspicions sharpen, and Susan's body betrays her with shattering orgasms. One load could save her marriage—or shatter the Hart dynasty forever.

Will the breeding pact bind them in ecstasy... or bury them in scandal?

Virelle Solen has failed her Witch Certification three times. She’s broke, her magic fizzles more than it sparkles, and her landlord is threatening to evict her.

In a desperate attempt to look legit, she orders a discounted Familiar on WitchyWish — guaranteed companionship and a boost to her powers!

What arrives is not a cat.

It’s Rowan. Six-foot-two, silver-haired, scowling, and wearing what used to be her curtains because her spell shredded his clothes. He is a cat — just… conditionally. Turns out he’s a cursed shapeshifter from the prestigious Familiar Agency, and every time Virelle sneezes, hiccups, or gets flustered (which is often around him), he poofs back into a very large, very judgmental cat.

Now they’re magically bonded for 30 days. If they can’t prove their partnership works, Virelle loses her magic forever and Rowan stays trapped as a cat permanently.

The only problem? Virelle is starting to like both versions of him a little too much. Especially the one who sleeps on her pillow and brings her dead enchanted socks as gifts.

She’s fire wrapped in silk. He’s ice laced with fangs. And when they collide, the world burns.

In the velvet shadows of Vancouver’s most dangerous secrets, RedLine — an underground club pulsing with magic, blood, and desire — is where vampires come to indulge. But when Katalim, a woman cloaked in mystery, steps into this world, everything changes.

Locked away for years, she’s finally free — but not safe. Katalim isn’t just a witch — she’s a weapon. Her power? The ability to channel raw sexual energy, bending it to her will. It’s intoxicating, addictive… and feared.

Enter Ryder Cornwall — cold, untouchable, and loyal only to the Coven. He’s assigned to protect her. But from the moment he tastes her magic, he wants more. Her scent drives him mad. Her secrets haunt him. And her body? It might just ruin him.

As their chemistry erupts into obsession, enemies close in. Katalim’s past is darker than anyone imagined. And Ryder must decide — break every rule for her, or watch her be claimed by a monster from the shadows.

Twisted Fate is paranormal erotica at its most wicked—dripping with forbidden heat, dangerous magic, and a love so intense it might destroy them both. It is perfect for readers who like their vampires dominant, their witches dangerous, and their romances deliciously dirty.

In order to get her family's love, she always pretended to be ugly and dumb. But instead of getting her family's attention, what she got was hatred and disgust.

What's more her family set her marriage, instead of her sister, to a cripple and impotent man.

On the day of her wedding, her own mother came to her and begged her. "Your sister deserves much better. You have to help her!"

Lost in despair, she agreed to meet her family's decision and married to her sister's fiancée.

On her wedding night, her husband looked at her and frowned, "You are too ugly."

So what do you think will happen when she marries to that man? Will she regret or there will be some miracle in her life?

I drained my savings and ruined my health, spending six months building my sister’s dream mansion with my own hands. I turned down high-paying projects, worked day and night, and covered all construction costs out of my own pocket. All I got in return was betrayal from my own family. At the housewarming party, Chloe falsely accused me of theft. My father and mother backed her up, threatening to send me to prison unless I signed the debt over. They claimed it was my duty as the older sister, an unbreakable family debt that I had to pay no matter the cost. Humiliated and cornered in front of all the guests, I had no choice but to give in. But when they whipped up online hatred against me, I could no longer stay quiet. This unfair family debt? I will tear it up for good.

Elena thought she had married the one man she could trust.
Damian Blackwood was patient, protective, and hopelessly devoted to her. In a world where the Harrington name controlled almost everything around her, their love was the one thing Elena believed she had chosen entirely for herself. Until she entered her husband's private office and found a file bearing her name. Photographs, schedules, information about her family and records dated long before the day Damian supposedly met her by chance. Suddenly, every beautiful memory of their relationship has a question attached to it because Damian Blackwood didn't stumble into Elena's life, he came looking for her. And while Elena was falling in love with him, he had already begun quietly tearing the Harrington empire apart.

This is a three-book series.

Book 1 - Healing Broken Hearts - Anushka is a single mother and CEO of a profitable acquisitions firm. The last thing on her mind is getting involved with a man when her last relationship was filled with abuse and lies. However, when she and her daughter, Dakota, go on vacation, they meet Jordan on the beach, and her plans begin to waver. Once secrets are uncovered, Anushka and her daughter may become targets of people they have never met. Will Jordan be able to show Anushka and Dakota that love can mend even the most shattered of hearts, or will they be torn apart before they have a chance at love?

Book 2 - Dakota - When someone close to Dakota is murdered while protecting her, she vows to get revenge. She confronts the man who her family believes is responsible, and she’s faced with the reality that things may not be what they seem. To complicate matters, a man comes into her life and wants to turn her world upside down. Can she have love, revenge, and an alliance with those who she thought were enemies, or will her world come crashing down when someone she trusts betrays her?

Book 3 - Dakota: Loyalty - Dakota has been tested by those she loves and by her enemies, but one thing has remained constant through it all: loyalty. She values loyalty above all else because she believes those who are loyal will have her back when she needs it. Throughout this story, her love, strength, and resilience will be tested time and again. She doesn't know who is on her side or who is on the side of her enemies. Will she survive, or will she sacrifice herself to save those she loves?

Make a delivery, get in, and get out. It seemed simple, but how could I know that I would meet the hottest guy ever? Just one look at him made my body shiver in anticipation and my heart race.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Amelia was raised by her grandmother from childhood. One day, the Martinez family suddenly came to her door, claiming she was their long-lost daughter.
After being brought back to the Martinez family, Amelia also gained a disabled fiancé.
That night, Martinez pressed a dagger against William's healthy lower body: "Pretending to be disabled to get close to me - what are your intentions?"
William pointed to the cold gun barrel under Amelia's skirt: "Mutual benefit. After it's done, I'll give you one hundred million!"
Several months later, Amelia finally understood that William's "one hundred million" meant several times a day, until she became pregnant!

"Nayeli, so what if you're the McCarthy family's precious daughter?"

"Your brothers hate you!"

Nayeli McCarthy was chained to a rusted iron bed, her wrists and ankles raw and festering. The air reeked of blood and decay.

Lucia Montes stood beside the bed, gripping a scalpel. The blade caught the light as she smiled coldly.

"Carlos said if we harvest all your organs and sell them, we should make a decent profit!"

Nayeli's pupils contracted sharply. Her body thrashed violently.

The iron bed rattled and clanged. The chains dug deeper into her wounds, blood streaming down her wrists.

"Hold her down!"

At Lucia's command, two figures in white coats stepped forward—one pinning Nayeli's shoulders, the other her legs.

Lucia raised the scalpel and drove it hard into Nayeli's side.

A bloodcurdling scream tore from Nayeli's throat.

But Lucia wasn't finished. She grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it directly onto Nayeli's exposed abdomen.

"Ahhh!"

The alcohol seared her wounds. Nayeli's nails dug into her palms as hoarse, ragged screams clawed out of her throat.

"Stop screaming. I'm just disinfecting you."

I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who run Palomino Bay, Texas. That will not happen because Grêle, Louisiana, is my stronghold. I have the backing of my father's MC and together along with my Serpents the city is ours. The person they need to protect is themselves because it isn’t me.
…They don’t know my secret, but I know theirs…

Icy rain soaked the stone steps of the orphanage. Chloe opened her eyes from the agony of death—and found herself five years old again.

Three years before the Sterling family would come to claim her.

In her past life, she had thought finding her biological father was salvation. She was wrong. It was hell.

Mia, the Sterling family's shining adopted daughter, had taken everything that should have been hers.

Her father's cold indifference. The cruelty of the elite. The endless humiliation that finally dragged her into the abyss.

"You're not even worth the dirt on Mia's shoes."

Those words had become her dying curse.

Now, reborn with a debt of blood and vengeance, she is determined to rewrite her fate.
All she wants is a quiet, ordinary family and a life far from the Sterlings. But when she sets her sights on a weary man in a worn trench coat—a man who looks like nothing more than a tired working-class father—

she stumbles into a secret far darker than she imagined:

Mia's real parents were murdered by Parecesis himself.

Chloe is no longer the broken girl drowning in the mud. She is the blade in the dark.

She will make them pay. Every debt. Every drop of blood.

She will drag Mia from her gilded throne and force her to face the truth:

she was never a daughter. She was a replacement.

And Chloe will tear the Sterling family's mask to pieces—with her own hands.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

Amelia Russo is a weapon of the state. As a military captain and the daughter of a legendary general, her life is governed by duty, honor, and one mission: eliminate "The Shadow," the faceless myth ruling Verona’s bloody underworld.

Lorenzo Ren Moretti is a master of deception. To high society, he is Luca D'Angelo, a charming billionaire CEO. To the streets, he is a cold-blooded monster with icy blue eyes and a past carved in tattoos. He commands fear. He demands absolute loyalty. And he has never met an enemy he couldn't break.

Until he meets her.

When Amelia crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire Luca, an intoxicating, forbidden game of cat and mouse begins.

"You're going to meet your mate someday." I whispered.
"Olivia."
I forced a smile and lifted my head. "And it's fine. I'll be rooting for you all the way."
He cut me off with a soft "Liv."
I blinked away my tears. "No, listen to me. We need to accept that this won't last forever. You could find her on your next trip out of town, and I'll be forgotten."
I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I just hope we'll still be friends."
His face twisted in pain as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands trembling as he cupped my cheeks. "You'll always be my best friend."
"And you'll always be mine."
I pressed my lips against his, needing to taste him, to feel his lips on mine, to know that at this moment, he was mine.
Olivia Martins has always been an outcast in the Nightshade pack.
She's an omega, and the pack she grew up in never failed to remind her that she'd never be one of them.
It wasn't so bad growing up—she had her best friend by her side.
Caspian Storm, son of the alpha of the Nightshade pack, befriended her when they were both little, and they've been inseparable ever since.
Their friendship started out sweet and innocent, but it developed into more.
Olivia knew that it couldn't last forever because Caspian would find his mate—and what they had would come to an end.
Yet, she couldn't guard her heart.
And when her worst fear comes true, she flees.
Will Olivia and Caspian find their way back to each other?
Or will the threat of Caspian finding his mate keep them apart?

Betty have been living a lie for as long as she can remember. She have been abused by her parents her whole life, even though she is a broken and abused girl in her own home. Outside of those four walls she is a force to be reckoned with! She is not afraid to do what she need to stay alive!

When my fiancé lets his new assistant put my name on the family purge list, he tells me it was only a joke. He expects me to apologize, come home, and keep standing beside him while everyone watches another woman take my place. So I let the order go through. I leave his family, his city, and the future he thought I would never dare abandon.

In her first life, Ivy was abandoned. Starved. Forgotten. When the Shaws finally threw her out like garbage, the only people who came for her were strangers with guns.

Now she’s reborn. She knows how the story ends. And she’s running toward the killers instead of away from them.

Dad’s a hitman with terrible aim and a lazier temper. Mom’s a chef who butchers people in the basement. Big Brother runs the Dark Web. Little Brother builds death traps for fun.

They’re the worst family in the city. And they’re exactly what she chose.

With her five-year-old eyes, every murder looks like cooking.

Every severed finger is a toy. Every bloodstain is just Mommy’s new perfume.

Ivy doesn’t see killers. She sees the only people who ever loved her.

I died painfully after being sacrificed by my foster family.
Reborn, I walk away from their fake affection.
My true billionaire kin treat me as their priceless princess.
All those who once hurt me get what they deserve. A powerful, quiet tycoon stands firmly on my side, shielding me from all schemes and malice.

My name is Balen. Father once said every lion cub is born to run wild across the vast grasslands.

At seven years old, I only mimicked my elder brother’s limp to make him laugh. That innocent jest was regarded as an unforgivable sin by Mother. She forced bitter medicine down my throat and condemned me to a wheelchair, hoping that by enduring pain myself, I would learn empathy and pity.

During those three long, tormented years in the wheelchair, I bore my punishment quietly, believing my brother suffered alongside me. Until I overheard Mother talking to him and learned the brutal truth. It was only after death that I finally gained the strength to run. I could only watch silently as my family drowned in belated guilt and remorse. Their apologies came far too late; they could never give back the freedom they had stolen from me.

I stare at him, watching his chest expand.

How is it that someone so strong, so powerful, so dangerous to find become so small when faced with an adversary? The adversary being me.

I see him, knees on the cold tiled floor, his eyes fixated on me in equal parts disbelief. I disconnect my vision from his small form, looking briefly at what I'm wearing.

This morning when I woke up, the sun was shining, snow melting on my front lawn. My kids were sleeping, my husband gone, as usual, working, making money.

Everything was normal except when I woke up this morning, I received a message. This message contained a lot of things I've been waiting to hear but one part, in particular, stood out and made today different. This person on his knees in front of me was the big difference in my day. So when I woke up this morning and decided what I was going to wear I decided I would not wear black because black represented the sign of mourning. I wasn't going to wear white. After all, white represented a sign of new beginnings and not blue.

Blue, well blue was a sign of trust and green with a side of healing so when I woke up this morning I decided I would wear beige, it was an indifferent color something that matched any mood any desire any belief it doesn't necessarily represent anything but nor did it negate anything.

'You know what is so satisfying about killing you?"

'What?" He inquires with that tilt of his mouth and thin lips I have seen a time or two. Many women found this man handsome. sexy even. I was not different, but I knew more than many of them what made him, his colors, the layers that fell away leaving only the middle left and when you looked at it with naked eyes you'd see it was rotten.

I laugh.

'I became a player in this cat and rat game much later. I find it comical that I am the one who gets to catch you, considering there are many people who started in the beginning. What is even funnier is I am the one who would get to kill you."

'You didn't catch me Mrs. Catelli."He says my surname with a pinched face as though he can't bear the sound of it coming from his lips.

'Then what do you oppose I did?"

He smiles, but it is not a nice one. It is filled with the ugliness which has corrupted him over the years.

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First Edition.

April, 19th 2022

Written by Shan R.K

Dedication

I dedicate this book to you the reader. Please enjoy it and look out for the anthology on my website coming soon for free.

The past is the key. Helena and the Legend have finally reached China, still one Dragon tear short. She needs to meet a contact under the streets of Guangzhou. Locate the Land of Immortals so she can rescue Tsang Mei. Find the lost policeman and pull him from any danger he might have gotten himself into. Locate her father if he is still alive. All while stopping the end of the world, plotted by the Rakshasa from before the beginning of time. No pressure. Follow Helena as she searches for Shangri-La and her father in the final Helena Brandywine novel.

“Claudia,” a die-hard fan of the novel Solo Hunter,
is reborn into a powerless and fragile body… even weaker than F-rank!

But wait! He, who was supposed to be a side character doomed to die,
somehow survives thanks to “Alan Miller,”
the gorgeous male lead whose actions are nothing like what the novel described.

To make matters more confusing,
Claudia turns out to be the long-missing heir of the prestigious Heart Family,
gone without a trace for 8 years!
Is this really the same story he once read?

Now that the original plot no longer applies,
how will he survive in this perilous world?
And what exactly… does the novel’s mysterious male lead want from Claudia?!

1

To the rest of the world, I was just a blue-collar "oil rig worker" battling the sun and storms at sea year-round.

But my true service record is locked deep in the Pentagon’s top-secret archives. Codename: "Ghost"—a specialist handling the military's deadliest black ops overseas.

The day my final mission ended, I pushed open my front door filled with anticipation, only to be greeted by a floor pooled with blood and smashed furniture.

An untouchable syndicate had beaten my wife black and blue and abducted my seven-year-old son, threatening to harvest him for the black-market organ trade.

Right now, safely holed up in a subterranean fortress, the arrogant syndicate boss is hiding behind multi-ton blast doors and dozens of hired guns, scoffing at the "cowardly" husband who only knew how to cry to the cops.

What they don't know is that, just a few minutes ago, I permanently shredded that disguise.

Let the hunt begin...

With a 28.6-second prediction ability, Kane Voss hides as an ordinary shop owner. His cold lawyer wife holds a buried family crime secret. Assets wars, deadly ambushes, and underworld battles break out. He unfolds his god of war aura, crushes all enemies, and tears down every hidden dark truth.

When I accepted the Global War Photography Award at the ceremony, a reality TV crew crashed through the velvet ropes, their cameras flashing like strobes at a crime scene.
"Ms. Evelyn Vance!"
The host shoved a microphone in my face. "After twenty years of silence, are you still holding a grudge against your father? Just because he saved the neighbor's orphaned child first and left you in that burning building?"
I looked up, past the blinding lights, toward the figure at the edge of the crowd. Robert Bennett.
He pushed through and stepped forward, his calloused hands trembling as they closed around my cold fingers.
"Nora, Kayla's parents didn't make it out. Under those circumstances, I had to get that newly orphaned child to safety first."
His eyes pleaded with me. "You're my daughter. You understand, don't you?"
I stared at those hands imprisoning mine, then pulled my lips into a cold smile and wrenched free.
"You've got the wrong person," my voice was ice. "There's no Nora here. My name is Evelyn Vance."

The day he proposed, Atticus knelt before me, holding the Hale family's heirloom necklace.
I thought I had finally survived the ordeal.
After eight years of unrequited love, being humiliated by his sister, nitpicked by his mother, and mocked by the city's socialites for being unworthy of the Hales... Until this very moment, when he personally fastened the heirloom around my neck. Everyone saw it. I, Clara, was finally accepted by the Hale family.
Tears in my eyes, I said yes, thinking it was the happiest moment of my life.
But just days after putting on that necklace, bizarre red rashes crawled up my neck. My pale skin rotted away piece by piece, and my internal organs went into irreversible failure.
The most absurd part? The exact same day I started rotting, his dying mother miraculously cured her terminal illness, and his sister's half-destroyed face was restored to flawless perfection.
Disfigured and barely looking human, I threw myself off the Harbour Bridge—
I opened my eyes, and I was back on the day of the proposal.

My name is Arthur, a bottom-tier financial drone relying on liver cirrhosis to survive on Wall Street. My greatest dream is to land a normal labor contract that includes weekends off and social security, but this is destined to be impossible.
Because my dad is a Primordial Vampire, my mom is an Alpha Werewolf, and my older brother is an Urban Legend Wraith.
When my tycoon boss, trying to save on severance pay, deployed over a hundred heavily-armed mercenaries to physically eliminate me, I had no choice but to blow the bone whistle my old man gave me...

After months of being bullied at school, things got even worse—the bullies said they wanted to come to my house.
Wanted to see what kind of family a "dog" like me came from.
I begged them, sobbing, not to do it.
Because my dad is a serial killer. My mom is a twisted murderer. And my brother is a full-blown psychopath.
If they come to my house, they will die.

My entire family betrayed me.

My husband Keith threatened divorce to force me into donating bone marrow to save my sister Berenice's life.

My parents slapped me across the face, screaming I owed her everything.

Thirty days in an underground lab, Keith wined and dined Berenice while I got steel needles driven through my spine daily.

When I begged Keith for help through the agony, he texted back: "Stop playing victim. Disgusting."

I died alone on day thirty. Keith arrived with divorce papers, ready for one final insult, but received a decomposing corpse crawling with maggots.

But when the truth came out, why did my loving family completely lose their minds?

My little sister and I each bear a Heart-Seed Mark etched into our chests.
Inside each seed grow Heartbeat Petals—currency that can trade for anything under the boughs of The Heart-Root, the ancient devouring tree.
At eight years old, I plucked one petal to cure Mom’s terminal cancer.
At ten, I tore out another to mend my older brother’s shattered bones after his brutal fight.
At twenty-four, I sacrificed my third and final petal to wake my husband’s sister from a car-crash-induced vegetative state.
Now, two disasters struck at once: my father died in a horrific car wreck, and my husband’s mistress lost their unborn baby.
Both sides of my family flocked to The Heart-Root, all fixated on stealing my petals for their own wishes.
I tried to step aside and let my younger sister go first to make the trade, but Mom shoved me hard.
“Every bit of love we’ve poured into you these years, every petal came from us! You’d really hold out and refuse to save your own father? Ungrateful girl!” my mom snapped.
My husband’s mom cut in sharp as a knife: “A good wife knows her place. It’s your duty to bring that baby back for your husband. If only you’d given him a son yourself.”
They tied me tight to the tree trunk. I watched a girl standing nearby get torn apart by black, writhing vines when she had no petals left—her flesh dissolved straight into the tree’s roots to feed it.
But my Heart-Seed didn’t have a single petal left either...

“Tianna! No! Stop it! Your brother is in the other room!”
Read and enjoy the experience of Valencia and Aaron, from friends with benefits to a real relationship. Will she leave Aaron for his sister Tianna? Read and find out!

I barely escaped the Valley of the Dread Dragon, my magic completely drained. A betrothal awaited me in Winterhold. But the moment I arrived, my fiancé Arthur refused to acknowledge who I was. He stood by and watched as his socalled true love Elena stole my wand, scarred my face, and swore to strip me bare and parade me through the streets. He thought he stood above me, blind to exactly whom he was defying — I held his entire family in my power. When my brother Damian arrived, he did not merely rescue me. He gave me the chance to pay back every wound and humiliation I had suffered, one by one.

In my past life, when I eagerly handed my ultrasound to my gentle doctor husband, I didn't get a warm embrace. I got a scalpel. Without anesthesia.

The man I loved dragged me into a pitch-black basement to butcher me alive. My once-doting mother called me a filthy whore, treating me like a sickening stain on the family. My fiercely protective brother pinned me to a metal workbench, offering me up as a living sacrifice.

I died in utter agony, left to rot and be eaten alive by rats in the dark. Up until my last breath, I couldn't understand:

Why did a single piece of paper—a sonogram of a perfectly healthy baby—instantly turn my entire family into bloodthirsty monsters?

In my first life, my fiancé helped his sister frame me for a fatal hit-and-run.

I went to prison, my mother died begging for my freedom, and the lawyer who tried to save me lost everything.

When I woke up on the afternoon of the crash, I didn't run from the police.

I made sure they arrested me first.

Saints and Sinners- She was the light to my dark.
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
2/ Judge and Jury- I can’t stop watching her.

I’m not even sure I want to.

Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.

She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.

The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.

I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.

I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

3/ Rags and Ritches-

“Please, Nepheia, just forgive us. We’re family.”

I once believed those words meant something.

After being betrayed by the Fatasleigh family, abandoned on an island, publicly ruined, and locked away to sign over everything I owned, I finally learned the truth: to them, I was never a daughter—only an asset.

Then fate gave me another chance.

This time, I refuse to beg for love, approval, or a place at their table. I will reclaim what was stolen from me and uncover the secrets behind my mother’s inheritance, Mina’s mysterious past, and the family that destroyed my life.

But just when I begin cutting every tie to my old world, Seriomel, the feared and immensely powerful man of the Leneaux family, steps between me and everyone who wants me broken.

He says he is protecting me.

But why does it feel like he knows the truth about my past… and why did he choose me?