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In my last life, my boyfriend's childhood best friend handed out jars of homemade sunscreen on the boat ride to the island. I'm a marine bio major — one sniff and I knew the mix had something in it that could drive the island's feral hogs into a frenzy. I told everyone to throw them out.
They did. But Brynn didn't look at the group. She looked at me. Eyes red, jaw tight. "You just can't stand seeing people appreciate anything I do, can you?" She turned and ran into the woods alone.
We searched for her all night in a storm. By morning we found her body at the bottom of the cliffs.
A week later, at her memorial bonfire on the beach, every person who'd gotten hurt during the search turned on me. My boyfriend ripped off his bandage and showed his stitches. "If you hadn't humiliated Brynn in front of everyone, she'd still be alive."
Someone said I should burn for what I did to her.
Then hands on my back. The fire. I burned alive on the sand while seventeen people watched.
I opened my eyes. Salt air. Engine noise. I was back on the boat — the morning of the trip.

Our team lost four games in a row. And somehow, that became my fault.
Team captain Reid stood in the locker room and told everyone I'd been giving performance enhancers to my ex on the rival team — that I had a problem with athletes, that I couldn't control myself. The guys laughed. Nobody stopped him.
I went to my supervisor Paige for help. She told me Reid noticing me at all was something I should be grateful for. That the way I dressed was basically asking for it.
Then the university president called me in and made things very clear: push this any further, and my academic future disappears.
Every single person with authority had already chosen a side.
So I climbed the stairs to Paige's office, hand raised to knock —
And stopped.
Because I could hear her through the door, clearly touching herself — whispering Reid's name.

Someone posted a love confession to me on the campus board the same week I got nominated for the Outstanding Thesis Award. By that evening, my roommate's boyfriend had already commented—claiming I'd slept with our professor and faked my entire thesis.
My roommate swore she'd handle it.
She didn't.
A used condom appeared at my lab bench. Photos of a woman leaving my advisor's building at 2 a.m. went viral. The university pulled my thesis. My professor told me to disappear quietly. My parents drove six hours to slap me and tell me my sister would never.
I lost my degree, my family, and my name. Then I lost my life.
The night I died, I finally saw what I'd missed in those photos—a detail that proved it was never me.
I woke up three weeks before my thesis defense.
I remember everything. And this time, I'm not keeping quiet.

I have a condition that multiplies pain by ten thousand. A paper cut can put me on the floor. Chasing a cure is how I ended up owing money to a loan shark.
He came to collect in person. I was on the floor of a basement in the South End, mid attack, with him standing over me, when Sevrin Voss kicked the door in. He broke both of the man's arms, crouched down on the filthy concrete, and pulled me against his chest.
And the pain stopped. Just stopped.
By morning he had paid off my debt. By the end of the day he owned me. Three hundred thousand, plus a private medical team, plus a penthouse I never asked for. Then he put a contract in front of me. Absolute obedience. No leaving.
He says the white pills will keep me alive, and I've been taking them.
So why does he still come to my room every night and hold me until morning?

The idea came from Cora.
She ran into the kitchen while I was making dinner, wrapped both arms around my waist, and looked up at me.
"Mommy, can we go to Grandma Ellen's? Just us two? Just us girls?"
"Why?" I asked.
She thought about it, very serious. "Because every time I wake up and you're not home, I miss you. Even when Daddy's there, it's different." A pause. "Grandma Ellen probably misses you just as much as I do."
Reid was leaning in the doorway. He smiled at me—that easy, certain smile—and said, "She's not wrong. You've been running on empty for months. Take the trip. I've got everything covered."
The flights were booked before I finished washing the dishes.
I should have noticed how fast that was.
The call I made the night before we flew home changed everything. I thought I'd hung up.
I hadn't.

I spent eight months making hit content for Halo Digital. My mentor Sienna Blake spent eight months putting her name on it.
I thought she was looking out for me. The big sister every new girl dreams of. Shielding me from tough meetings, "polishing" my scripts before they went to the CEO.
Then one morning, her beauty blender started talking.
It said her skin was a disaster. That she couldn't come up with a single idea on her own. That she'd been stealing my work and posting it under her name for months.
Her lipstick said worse—about the married investor buying her jewelry with company money, and the deal they'd made to bury my career for good.
Her setting spray said she couldn't even hide her own dark circles anymore.
They told me everything. And once I knew, there was no going back.
In this industry, your face is your career. Sienna was about to lose both.

I've been engaged to the same man seven times.
Every time his first love Dove flies back, my engagement gets cancelled. And I get shipped off to another country.
But that's not the worst part.
Before I leave, I have to erase every trace of myself from our home. Take down the photos. Pack away my clothes. Remove my toothbrush so she won't feel "uncomfortable."
Seven years. Seven countries. Seven rings gathering dust in a drawer.
Zero marriage certificates.
He always promises we'll get married once she leaves. And like a fool, I believed him. Every single time.
Until now.
This time, I'm not coming back.

Last time, I was the first student to walk out of the SAT.
A news crew was waiting by the doors. The camera found my face, and I made one bored little joke — the test was too easy, I'd rather be surfing in Miami. By midnight the clip had two million likes, and my whole life had a price tag on it.
An agency came knocking within the week. My parents signed the contract before I understood what I was signing away, and they pulled me out of school. I stopped being a person and became their product.
And Mia — my best friend, the girl who cried at my locker and braided my hair before exams — Mia copied my notes, rode them into Yale, and smiled into the cameras while she told the internet I'd slept my way through high school.
By the time the agency had wrung me dry, I had nothing left. No school. No name worth defending. Not one person who believed a word out of my mouth.
The night it ended, Mia came up to the roof to "talk." She said she would never forgive me for being the lucky one. Then she put both hands flat on my chest and pushed.
The last thing I saw was her face, smiling down at me over the edge.
Then I blinked — and I was back in the testing room.

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

I waited twenty years for my wolf.
She never came. No first shift at sixteen. No stirring at eighteen. Nothing. My parents crossed the continent chasing rare awakening herbs—moonpetal, silverroot, anything with a rumor attached.
None of it worked.
I died without ever hearing her voice. Throat torn open in my own bed by Brennan Falk, the son of my live-in caretaker.
That's when I finally learned why she never woke.
The "awakening blend" Dorene brewed me every night was laced with wolfsbane. Enough to keep my wolf buried forever. Enough to keep me weak, wolfless, and easy to kill.
And the awakening chamber my parents built for me—the one I was too heartbroken to ever set foot in—had been housing her entire family. Five rogues, living under my floor for over a year, eating my food, selling my herbs, waiting for the right moment.
After I died, they forged my exile papers. My parents flew home from an herb auction in Ashmoor to an empty house and a letter. They believed their daughter had given up and left the pack.
Then I opened my eyes. Three days before Brennan's fangs.
The first thing I did was text a witch about the awakening chamber.

Ambushed by a rival syndicate. My mafia husband had to choose — save me, or save his childhood sweetheart.
I was five months pregnant with his heir. She was the love of his life.
He chose me. She died.
He said it was fine. Took time off work. Bought out every baby store in the city. Made me warm milk every night.
I thought I'd finally won his heart.
Until the day our son was born. He carried our baby to her grave.
My son never came back.
"You thought you won? The day she died, you were already dead to me. I just needed the heir first."
Then he had me beaten to death beside her tombstone.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that ambush.
This time, I let go of his sleeve.
Go save your sweetheart. I'm done begging.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

Five years ago, I stepped in front of a crossbow bolt for Lucian Vael, and he turned me into a vampire before I had the chance to say no.
He told me I was the first person he'd loved in six hundred years. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a spot for me in his family's crypt so we'd lie there together when the time came—right beside his parents, in the inner ring where only blood and the most beloved go.
While I spent four years bleeding myself dry over ancient rites, trying to carry his child, he was across the city watching another woman do it on her first try. Using my research to get there.
He named one of the twins Soren. That was the name I'd chosen.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant.
I didn't tell him.
I called Mira and said: I need him to think I'm dead.

My husband was a vampire lord, bound by a blood oath to the Elders. Forbidden from ever completing a mate bond.
But he bonded with me anyway. Every time he felt something for me, the oath punished him — ten minutes of agony. He endured it ninety-nine times and told me it was worth it.
To prove it, he carved a mark into my collarbone with his own blood. A promise: if I was ever in danger, he'd come for me. No matter what.
Then the Crimson Blight came — an ancient death curse, meant for another woman. His precious, fragile Elowen. And instead of letting it take her, he transferred it onto me.
I woke up chained in the sealed chamber beneath our own manor, blood core burning from the inside out. When I couldn't take any more, I activated his mark and reached through the bond for help.
I heard his voice. But he wasn't talking to me.
"She's a Blood Hunter. She can take it. She should bear this for me."
He didn't know I was three months pregnant with his child.

Five years, I bled for Dario. Took a bullet for him. Cleaned up his dirtiest books. Drank myself into the ER just to keep his bosses sweet.
Then he slid divorce papers across the table and told me to sign. His mistress was pregnant; the family needed a "proper" heir, and I was in the way. So I signed—and let him strip me of everything I'd built.
Three hours later, a rival crew ran his car off the bridge. He survived. But he will never father a child again.
Now he's pouring a fortune he can't spare into his mistress's baby, showing off his "heir" to every boss in New York. He thinks his bloodline is finally safe.
He has no idea whose child he's really raising. And I'm the only one who does.

For two years I was Easton's secret girlfriend. I paid his tuition. I took a beating from the guys who came for him. I gave up my MIT interview so he could chase what he wanted.
Then I heard him behind a half-open door, kissing my best friend.
"Last life she clung to me like a lunatic. This life I'm not making that mistake again."
Last life. They'd both been reborn—come back with every memory of a life I don't even remember living—and somewhere in it, they'd decided I was the desperate girl who ruined everything.
Fine.
I went back to my desk, pulled the MIT acceptance I'd been about to turn down, and signed it.
Easton, I'll let you have her.
He spent two lifetimes sure he was the smart one. He's about to find out which of us was holding back.

My boss and I had one night. A mistake—or so I told myself, right up until I found a file in his office with my photo labeled "Potential Breeder," tucked inside a folder marked Pack Hierarchy. Same night the pregnancy test came back positive.
His eyes were glowing gold when he walked in.
I ran before sunrise. New name, new city, a life built from nothing.
Five years later, my son stops aggressive dogs in midair with his bare hands. He wakes up at 3 AM telling me someone is coming before the car even turns onto our street. His eyes flash gold when he's angry, and his voice makes grown men step back without knowing why.
The most powerful werewolf in the western territories has been looking for us for five years.
He just found our street.

For years, I believed a rival family had stolen my children. Four of them — two baby boys, then my newborn twins. Every time, my husband wept. He swore revenge. He held me while I screamed myself sick.
Tonight I went down to the basement looking for him. The door was open a crack. He was kissing another woman.
"I threw both incubators off the cliff myself," he laughed. "Didn't even blink."
He killed all four. To clear a path for his mistress's son.
He runs the family now. He thinks grief has broken me — that I'll spend the rest of my life crying in the bed we shared.
He forgot one thing. I'm the old don's daughter. This family was never his.
It's mine.

On my wedding day, my mother walked in and took my gown off the rack. Then she handed it to Coralie — the sister my parents adopted, the one I've given half my magic to every month for five years.
The High Priest says my stars are cursed. So Coralie will marry Roland in my place. My fiancé. The man I nearly died healing.
My father tells me to think of the bigger picture. Roland won't even look at me. Not one of them looks back as they leave me alone in that room.
They think I'll stand here and take it, like I always have.
They don't know about the black whistle in my sleeve — the one a dying man pressed into my hand at the edge of the Abyss. Blow it, he said, and I'll come for you.
I've been good for too long.
I'm done.

Seven years. Seven bonding ceremonies. Seven times a pack of feral strays charged through the territory on the full moon and tore into me before the marking could take.
I thought the Moon Goddess had cursed us.
Then I woke up in the pack hospital and heard my Alpha whispering to her — the delicate white wolf he called his "sister."
"Next time you let them in, could you tell them to go easier? I'm scared she might actually die."
Seven years of attacks. Every single one orchestrated by the man I loved, designed to break me down until I gave up the Luna title and made room for her.
So I played the recording in front of his grandmother, looked him in the eye, and ended the engagement myself.
He thought that was the worst I could do.
He had no idea what those seven years had already cost me — what was already shutting down inside my body while he stood there worrying about her.
By the time he found out, it was far too late.

Ethan Calloway and I had been together for eight years. Married for three—or so everyone thought.
We had the ceremony. The hospital chapel, the white dress, his boss giving a toast. But we never made it to City Hall to sign the papers. He promised we would. Eighteen times.
Every time, something came up. Or rather, someone came up—his young protégée, Chloe. She needed him at the hospital. She needed him at the conference. She needed him at dinner.
I drank on his behalf at every work function. I wrote the surgical plans he presented as his own. I waited in an empty apartment while he drove her home.
The nineteenth time he tried to reschedule, I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I just booked a one-way ticket to the one city he'd never follow me to.
He made eighteen promises. I only needed to break one.

I was marrying Boone Ashcroft on a Saturday morning. Before I could step out of the truck, his mother walked up with a rope and pointed at the cattle chute behind the barn.
Her terms: hands and knees through six inches of mud and manure. A metal headgate clamped around my neck at the end. That was the price of walking through her front door.
I said no.
Then forty Ashcrofts surrounded the truck. My phone had zero signal. My family was blocked behind a hay baler a quarter mile back. And the man I'd spent three years with looked me in the eye and said: "You're going through that chute today. Crawling or walking — pick one."
They cornered my best friend. Threw hog blood on the windshield. Thought nobody was coming for me.
They didn't know about the CB radio under the console — or the ten cousins listening on the other end.

Ten years ago, my mate faked his death in the war and ran off with his childhood sweetheart.
No goodbye. No contact since.
All he left me were two things — a debt of six hundred and eighty thousand, and a notice declaring him lost, stamped four years later by people who'd never met him.
The bank took our den. I moved into a shared burrow-flat at the edge of the settlement.
Three jobs after hours. Sold blood. Scrubbed latrines. Tested tonics for the healers until my nose stopped working right.
Ten years to pay off the debt. A desk at the Missing and Fallen Registry Office, once the ceasefire finally came.
My first case file was a man the law had already declared dead.
He said he'd been young and reckless. Walked out. Never looked back.
Now his family's land was due a war reparations payout, and he needed his name restored to collect it.
I stared at the name on the form. Recognized it instantly.
Smiled.
"Insufficient documentation. Application denied."

I'm sixty years old. My husband Marcus just whipped me with his belt — for burning an egg. My face is bruised, my hair is gray, and I gave up a full ride to Stanford for this man over forty years ago.
Then the phone rings.
The voice on the other end is mine — my eighteen-year-old self, calling on her birthday, gushing about how Marcus is out buying her a cake, how they're running away to Nashville together tomorrow.
She asks if I'm happy.
I tell her the truth: her boyfriend is in a cheap motel right now, in bed with her best friend. And those pretty promises about Nashville? He's planning to use her up and throw her away.
She doesn't believe me. Of course she doesn't.
But I know the motel. I know the room number. And I know what's behind that door.
If she walks away from him tonight, everything changes — for both of us.

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle.
"Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life.
Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child - a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all.
Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side.
Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run - and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of their wrists, signaling the start of the hunt!
"We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!"

“Put them on.” I took the dress and the underwear, then I wanted to go back to the bathroom, but she stopped me. It felt like my heart stopped for a second when I heard her order. “Get dressed here. Let me see you.” I didn't get what she meant at first, but when she stared at me with impatience, I knew I must do what she said. I opened my robe and put it on the white sofa next to me. Holding the dress, I wanted to put it on when I heard her again. “Stop.” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. “Put the dress on the sofa for a second and stand straight.” I did what she said. I stood there completely naked. She examined me from head to toe with her eyes. The way she checked my naked body made me feel terrible. She moved my hair behind my shoulders, gently running her index finger over my chest, and her gaze stopped at my breasts. Then she continued the procedure. Her gaze slowly moved down between my legs, and she looked at it for a while. “Spread your legs, Alice.” She squatted down, and I closed my eyes when she moved to see me from closer. I only hoped that she wasn’t a lesbian or something, but finally she stood up with a satisfied smile. “Perfectly shaved. Men are like that. I’m sure my son will like that too. Your skin is nice and soft, and you are muscular, but not too much. You are perfect for my Gideon. Put the underwear on first, then the dress, Alice.” I had many things to say, but I swallowed them back. I just wanted to escape, and that was the place and time, when I swore to myself I will succeed one time.

Alice is an eighteen-year-old, beautiful figure skater. Her career is just about to climax when her cruel stepfather sells her to a wealthy family, the Sullivans, to become the wife of their youngest son. Alice assumes that there is a reason a handsome man wants to marry a strange girl, especially if the family is part of a well-known criminal organisation. Will she find the way to melt the ice cold hearts, to let her go? Or will she be able to escape before it’s too late?

The sweat shone in the dim light on Vincent’s back while his muscular body forced Lucy’s slender figure under him.

Lucy reached her climax twice already. Vincent felt exhausted, but he wanted to prove that he was worth being in her bed.

Their moans were even louder, just like the sound of their bodies met with each thrust when finally he saw her eyes rolling back and her body tensed under him.

He was just about to climax when Lucy started frowning as a familiar scent hit her nose. Her eyes widened in fear, then she desperately tried to push him off of her, but it was too late. 

The door swung open and the loud, furious growl made Vincent roll off of her, ending up on the floor, meeting his worst nightmare. 

The Alpha stood there himself.

Vincent couldn’t say a word. He heard Lucy’s yelling, while hitting him, falsely blaming him for raping her. But Lucy’s sudden turn couldn’t bother him, as the Alpha’s killer gaze feared him to death, and he just prayed to the Moon Goddess when the Alpha took his first step towards him.

Dr Asher Carter is the eccentric Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, who leaves his pack after his mate cheats and lies to him.

He lives in peace with the humans until Dr Olivia Flores, a vampire, starts to work with him.

Asher doesn’t like her first, but as they get closer, they fall in love. They live happily till Asher gets the bad news. His father passed away, leaving the pack without a leader.

What is more important? A peaceful life next to someone who we love, or our duty?

"You think you have a choice?" Vittorio squeezed my waist tighter with his other hand, and his voice was a deadly whisper drawing me closer. “ You were never going to be anyone else's from the moment I set eyes on you”.
His words cut through me, making my chest tighten with fear
"You're ours, kitten," he murmured, his gaze locking with mine, stealing the air from my lungs. "You will be claimed, controlled, and touched in all the ways I choose. Do you understand?"
"I... I understand," I whispered, my resistance crumbling under the weight of his dark green stare.
"You’ll lay before me, Katarina," he growled, "and show me just how desperate you are for me."
Katarina’s world is broken when her brother Mateo dies trying to settle her crippling debt, a debt her father had bargained for by selling her to Mafia Don Giordano. Fleeing to escape her fate, Katarina’s brother attempts to repay the debt of her sale by collecting from Vittorio De Luca, Giordano’s ruthless rival. When that goes wrong, her brother is murdered, and Katarina is kidnapped by the very man responsible. Vittorio, a brutal mafia lord, to settle the debt, he takes her, seeing her as his prize. In the deadly rivalry between two mafia kings, Katarina is caught between vengeance, submission, and an undeniable lust for the man who now owns her, an attraction that may either destroy her or set her free.

Fell in Love with My Stepbrother

Spencer

I recall the nights when she sneaked into our bedroom. She climbed into my bed, and I embraced her. She pushes her butt to my lower abdomen. After she fell asleep, she often moved a little, like she wanted to use her butt to rub my member, causing my blood to boil.
As my hands slip under her underwear, find the right spot, and start rubbing it, her tiny whimpers echo in the room as she gets more aroused.

**

A car crash stole her childhood, but delivered her into the arms of Los Angeles' most powerful family. Now Cora harbors a devastating secret—she's desperately in love with her adoptive brother, Spencer.

When Cora returns from England, she's transformed into a breathtaking woman who captivates both twin brothers, Spencer and Ethan. Her carefully orchestrated seduction succeeds beyond her wildest dreams. After one passionate night, Spencer finally admits the desire burning within him.

But when the family's dark forces intervene, when threats and betrayal tear them apart, Cora is forced to vanish from Spencer's life. She takes with her not only his shattered heart, but a secret that could destroy them all...

A story of forbidden desire.

Get to know Jesse and Cathy's story. Even if you haven't read the first book, Origins, you can read this one. Of course, both stories and characters from Origins will appear and hopefully, like many others, you will be captivated by them.

“Cathy! Please leave!”
“I will..I just came up with one thing..when I was in my room. I thought of if I did something to you to make you angry..then I realized that maybe it’s not you, maybe it’s Argus.. James, what if you’re my mate and Argus knows about it and doesn’t like it. I thought about it for a while and I don’t want you as a mate, I want Mike..so if I reject you before I get my wolf, maybe the Moon Goddess will give me him instead..”
“Cathy stop!” I feel the panic rising inside me, what is she doing?
“No James, it’s perfect! Argus will be calm and kind again and I have a chance with Mike! She stands smiling with a straight back.”
“Cathy don’t..please stop!”
“I Cathy Wright, Daughter of Alpha Wright of the Great Falls pack reject you James Barrett,son of the late Alpha Barrett of the Sunset pack, heir to the same, as my destined mate chosen by the Moon Goddess. As I do so, I expect acceptance from you as soon as my wolf has matured.” She stands still with a satisfied smile and a shiny film on her eyes. I clench my jaws not to show how strongly I feel the pain in my chest or how Argus’ howls cut into my brain.
“See! All better!”
“Cathy..”
“Yes?”
“GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.

Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin.

Their Broken Doll series is a trilogy of reverse harem dark romance story that follows Erina and her descendants and the path from a slave to a Goddess.

"Everything here is at my command, including you." He said as he started to run his hands over my breasts.
"Tell me, are you already wet for me?"
"No."
"Then if I touch you here, won't it fill with juice? Are you ready for my cock to slide in?"
He whispered as his hand finally reached into my panties. He moved his fingers between my pussy lips. I let out a moan at the wonderful sensation...
"Shit, you're a slut, aren't you?" He whispered.

Lia
My life has never been perfect, but it used to be simple. That changed in the blink of an eye when my mother decided to move us to Riverside. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, and it was. It just wasn't the one I expected. The simple life I knew before was no more. Rayan Riverside. The golden boy in town took one look at me and decided he hated me, turning everyone against me as he stood by and watched his minions turn my life into a living hell. I didn't know why he hated me, but little by little, as the torment progressed, I became a shadow of myself.
And things got worse when he found out that he was soon to be my stepbrother and I wasn't ready for that. But by the time he decided to change his mind, I was already too far along in my attempt at self-destruction. Because hatred like ours can only end in death.
Rayan
As soon as I learned of her existence, I hated her. Lia Stevens . Because of her, I lost the most important person in the world to me. Then, I knew what she represented. I let my hatred rule all our interactions from the beginning.
So I was surprised when I started to feel more than hate for her. As time goes on, I realize that I might need her more than I care to admit.

What if Serelina was never meant to survive that night? Serelina wakes up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there. No ID. No injuries. No answers. Just a shadowy impression of a man in a dark suit. And a laugh that wont leave her mind. As strange visions flicker at the edge of her dreams, and her instincts sharpen into something almost inhuman. Changing in side of her. She begins to realize that what happening to her might be far more dangerous than amnesia. Someone tried to do something to her. Someone else didn't let it happen. But who are they? Why was all this happening? But most importantly. What exactly was happening to her?

She is The Barbarian Alpha's daughter and mated to the dragon king. Only a couple of years ago, she was a weak, broken girl. Dragged into this world and forced to attend the Viking's mate hunt.

Searching for the little sister she didn't know she had, she encounters raw darkness.
Ancient Norse myths come alive, and a threat as old as the Norse Gods themselves lures forward creatures like Nidhogg, Huldra, and The Mare.

Still unmated, she avoids her mate to find her sister. After so many years, she's so near that it finally feels real. She had a sister; her mother's death whisper had been true. In her desperation to unite with her sister, she fails to protect herself from the lurking shadows, a choice that will be proven fatal.

Five years ago, when Rafe demanded a paternity test, Lindi was devastated.

When the test came back negative and Rafe believed science over her word, Lindi realized the man she'd loved with all of her heart had never loved her.

Now Rafe is back in her life and he still refuses to admit her twin boys were his.

Love Me, Trust Me is created by Marie Dry, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

A young woman trying to make it in a small town. She was born and raised here, everyone knew her and she knew everyone. That does not make life easy. The lies, manipulation, cover ups. Everyone knows the secrets, they see the scandals but no one is brave enough to say anything. To stand up for her. They will help when it seems like the time is right but they also use and abuse her when the time is right. How will she ever break free and become her own person. Abuse can come in many different ways. Mental and physical are the most common. She nees to get away from her home and everyone in this town. But at what means. What all will she lose?

Luna, an Omega who was rejected by the man she loved the most, Alpha Primo, discovers she is pregnant and was imprisoned. Determined to protect her unborn baby, she escapes and runs away. Filled with resentment and anger, Luna vows to never forgive Alpha Primo or allow him to be the father of their child. Soon, Luna rises to power and becomes a female Alpha, leading her own pack alongside her twins. Believing she has left her painful past behind, she unexpectedly crosses paths with Alpha Primo, who desperately wants her back. However, Luna is no longer the weak omega he once rejected. Will she accept him as her mate again, or will she make him pay for all her suffering and pain?

Three years ago, Osiris was defeated triumphantly and his dark reign came to an abrupt end.

Compelled to heal and find hope again, Neron and Kiya forge different paths for the time being. When his treasured loved ones return, Neron’s heart is nursed back to health, and he finds a different purpose: becoming the Alpha of his newly-formed pack, Onyx Moon.

Little does he know that this is not the last he has seen of Kiya. Following her recovery from this dark, sinister influence, Kiya discovers her true self as the avatar of Selene, reaching goddesshood. What she does not know is that the world is about to be turned upside down once more.

When an ancient enemy makes another appearance, the very fate of the moon’s avatar is threatened. Apophis won’t stop until he gets revenge and annihilates the woman he blames for his misfortune, heaven, and earth be damned.

This unexpected calamity brings Neron and Kiya together again, and their emotions remain as strong and undeniable as ever. As imminent danger looms over their lives, they can’t help but wonder: Could giving in to their bond and letting it blossom be the last thing they’ll get to do? Or will they die before its fruition?

This book is suitable for adult readers, as the subject matter includes sexual content and addresses sensitive topics, such as violence and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.

Book 3 of the Moonlight Avatar Series

Accidentally murdered the bride?
Check.
Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who's lost six wives?
Check.
Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he's fucked me raw?
Double check.
Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull.
Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. "Bride for bride," he growls. "You owe me a wedding… and a womb." The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something's wrong.
What if there was never a curse at all?
One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who'll fuck her senseless… even if it's the last thing she feels.


"Congratulations, Alpha Nero," she said cheerfully. "Seems the Moon Goddess has chosen your seventh bride."
I choked. "SEVENTH?!"
"The other six are dead," he said flatly.
"And I'm number seven?"
"Correct."
"IS THIS A MARRIAGE OR A SURVIVAL GAME?!"

"You were everything to yourself long before he came along," Sebastian said firmly. "You were Luna of your pack not because you were his mate, but because you had the strength and wisdom to lead. That hasn't changed."

He pulled back slightly to look at me. "What Eliza said today in the garden, none of it was true. You're not damaged goods, Eleanor. You're not something to be pitied or discarded."

"Then what am I?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"You're a woman who sacrificed everything to save people she loved," he said simply. "You're intelligent, brave, and stronger than you know."

"If you want it," Sebastian's voice was soft, "You could belong somewhere again. Not as property, but as family."


Eleanor Warden's seven-year marriage crumbles when her husband Edward finds his fated mate Claire. Forced to watch their passionate affair unfold in her own home, Eleanor endures the ultimate betrayal when Claire becomes pregnant—something Edward had denied her for years.

When Clifflands forces attack Forestvale, Eleanor volunteers herself as tribute to save Edward's life, expecting nothing but captivity and despair. Instead, she finds herself face-to-face with Alpha King Sebastian Levenston, whose piercing eyes see past her broken exterior to the fierce Luna within.

In the enemy's stronghold, Eleanor discovers unexpected allies in fellow captives Maggie and Natalie, women who share her pain of abandonment and abuse. As Sebastian's genuine care and respect awaken feelings she thought buried forever.

But when mysterious attacks threaten Sebastian's family and Eleanor becomes the prime suspect, she realizes someone wants to destroy the fragile happiness she's found. With war brewing between territories and her past refusing to stay buried, Eleanor must choose between the safety of shadows and the dangerous beauty of love reborn.

"If I come any closer you will die, and if I remain in this exact spot you will still die, so make your choice."

I was backed into the dark alley, the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against my temple. Marco's goons had me cornered. I thought this was the end. I thought I would die without ever knowing the truth about my mother.

Then he stepped out of the shadows. Alex Ferrini.

He didn't look worried. He looked... bored. And terrifying. "Do you not know who she belongs to?" he asked calmly, adjusting his cuffs.

Before I could blink, shots rang out. Bang! Bang! Bang! The men dropped dead around me like flies. My knees gave out, but Alex caught me, pulling me into his hard chest. He smelled of gunpowder, expensive cologne, and rage.

He gripped my hair, tilting my head back roughly. "I told you not to run," he growled, his eyes burning into mine. "You are mine, Alessia. My prisoner. My property. And tonight, I'm done playing games."

Sera Nerva is a rare female Alpha who is determined to prove her abilities and
strengthen her pack to defend against its enemies. She is determined to remain mate-
less and focus on protecting her pack and family. Her bitter experiences with her
previous mate killed her parents and brother and almost destroyed her pack.
Draco Macer is a scarred and jaded Alpha, feared and respected by all. He rose through
to power as Alpha on the blood of countless wolves. He is certain that he would remain
mate-less because of a grave mistake of his past, in which his mate lost her life.
A twist of fate brings these two together as second chance mates and they forge a strong
bond- the rare double-alpha mating. Sera is determined to run from this bond to protect
her pack and family, but Draco insists on holding on to this second chance at love.
What happens when the consequences of the mating persist? Will Sera take the leap of
fate and decide to give this second chance mating a chance? What happens when various
obstacles try to come between their love and old enemies try to destroy their bond? Find
out in this compelling story of second chances!

With a gasp, I struggled for breath, my eyes springing open. My memory was a blur, the lingering sensation of suffocation haunting my thoughts. But now, as I surveyed my surroundings, all I could see were towering trees of a dense jungle and the mesmerizing twinkle of stars above.

The night sky held a breathtaking beauty, yet an underlying melancholy sent shivers down my spine. It was a sight unlike anything I had ever witnessed.

Trying to make sense of it all, I noticed something peculiar about my attire. I was clad in an exquisite gown, crafted from shimmering fabric. Its heart-shaped neckline accentuated my features, while a constricting belt embraced my waist. The billowing silk skirt trailed behind me with an ethereal grace. But what captured my attention were the radiant sparks emanating from the dress itself, or perhaps even from within me.

"Where am I?"


Crystal gasped in disbelief when she learned she was a fae. And worse yet, now that she had turned eighteen, she was required to attend Archaios Hellas Academy, a school for supernatural beings.

While she embraced her newfound identity, Crystal discovered she had not one, but two mates, the other being her twin flames who would do anything to protect her, to kill or die for her.

Just as she thought she had it all figured out, she found that her entire childhood memories were wiped out. Determined to find out what happened, Crystal embarks on a perilous journey. Will She be able to handle the dark forces that threaten her very existence?

All Iris ever wanted was to be free. She wasn't cut out for a life as a gang member, stealing from wealthy unsuspecting men.
Until she's caught.
Rafaelle Tommaso is a dangerous man who she made the mistake of stealing from, and she's going to pay for her crimes in his bed.
Six months in the mafia boss's bed... How bad could it be? Well, she's about to find out.

Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention. But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her. Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one. Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake. Her bid for survival is about to begin.

Sonja is a down on her luck waitress. Her bills keep climbing and she's stuck in an embarrassing job with no way to escape.
She gets a letter from one Jasper Bright. He demands she come to see him that very night. There's only one problem, Sonja has no idea who he is.
Her boss has been acting very strange lately. Ever since she received that letter he's been almost possessive,
but that couldn't possibly be true, right?
But these men are holding a secret of their own and when Sonja stumbles onto it, her normal everyday troubles are over and she's got a whole slew of much more worrisome ones to deal with.
Just what are you supposed to do when you find yourself in the center of two possessive vampires?

"I think...I think I am going to cum!" The words come out as a half-whispered confession, carrying an unusual blend of vulnerability and anticipation.

As the words escaped my throat, further fueling the erotic aura in the room, Shane, seemingly undeterred, pushed himself even deeper inside me. It felt like a pleasurable invasion, an intimate trespassing that sent waves of thrilling heat coursing through my veins. His swift, rhythmic movements made my heart flutter in a jumbled rhythm, a carnal tango of desire and fulfillment.

"I want us to cum together, Sierra." Shane's voice, husky and laced with pent-up lust, filled the hushed silence.


Sierra Buendia used to be part of a pack. A pack that was attacked and everyone in it died but her, or so she thought. A pack she swore to never say the name of again. She ran away when she was young and hid amongst the human world. She was found by an older women, who was also a pack runaway from many moons ago. Even though they were not related or even from the same pack. Sierra grew up knowing that Grandma Bobby Ammons loved her very much. And Sierra did everything she could to keep their true identity hidden. She worked like everyone else. And she even opened her own coffee shop. One day her wolf Via scensed that their mate was close. Sierra 24 and had no interest of finding her mate. She didn't even have a boyfriend. Via warned that her mate was the Alpha of the Lunar Sky pack. Sierra wanted no part of it. Every time she went to work she hid her scent, so she was confident that he wouldn't even know that she was a wolf. The day Sierra learned that Grandma Bobby was very sick, she forgot to use her vanishing scent spray. And like clock work he showed up to get his usual coffee and donut. He had been coming here for over a week. Today their eyes locked. Will this guy realise that she is his mate? Will Grandma Bobby make it through? One thing is for sure, Sierra isn't ready to go anywhere, and she sure isn't into being someone’s Luna.

Gina promised herself that she would actually get married before she was twenty-five years old because they were in the race that when the woman was over twenty-five years old, she would be an old maid forever, just like her cousins and her aunts. Gina works as a waitress in an expensive restaurant at night and studies in the morning. Ace is the man she secretly loves and her co-worker as a waiter, he did nothing but teases her.

Unexpectedly, Ace suddenly proposed marriage to her, even though he wasn't courting with her. But Ace Durant's unromantic words were hardly the proposal of her dreams. Seeing this as perhaps her chance to get married before she is twenty-five years old, and thus she can break the spell of their family beliefs. Gina decided to take Ace offer, but she also had a proposal on her own.

Never had such words affected the cold-hearted Ace. The undercover agent who pretended to be a waiter, had told her that the only reason he would marry her was to protect her, as if Gina's world collapsed when she heard that. But he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep their temporary marriage strictly in name only. Can Ace avoid Gina's venom and her seduction of him?