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"What shall I do now that I have seized my prey?" He questions me, voice sonorous and husky whilst he inhales sharply nose buried into the flesh of my neck savouring the scent of his female. Canines descend eager to sink, unhesitant for a bite.
"Should I devour it?"He whispers into my ear whilst the tip of his hot tongue tastes the flavour of my inflamed skin. I quiver beneath him encaged under his muscular being.
"I am starving my female and you look absolutely... succulent."He moans, tongue stroking his plump lower lip as an uncontrollable need sets him on fire from within.


HIM - Deimos was neither man nor wolf. He was a God, the Alpha of Alphas. They say he possesses no soul, for his eyes retain coldness that no heat can melt, his heart unyielding and emotionless occupying profound scars from his battles guarded by high walls. He is ruthless, instilling fear within others and striving off it. He did not understand the meaning of love nor mates until he laid eyes on his moon blessed.
HER - Destined for greatness she fought tooth and claw to survive. Her past, her arduous war. The first female Alpha to have ever been born on her pack lands. Having no place she battled for her birthright, for her reign. She did not know that her fight did e not cease that night she triumphed. She did not know that her greatest bloodshed would be with her mate. Deimos.
He would fight against his heart and she would fight with her soul.

He doesn’t know I watched him for years.
Not from afar. Not casually.
Obsession isn’t casual.

I was fourteen the first time I saw him.
He was eighteen, beautiful, untouchable, everything I decided I needed.

So I made a plan.

I befriended his brother.
I won his mother’s trust.
I moved into his orbit so seamlessly, he never questioned it.

Now, I’m his wife.
He calls it fate.
He tells people we were meant to be.
But he doesn’t know the truth was designed.

He doesn’t know about the notes.
The maps.
The screenshots.
The years of silence, waiting, stalking, perfecting the version of me he would fall in love with.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.
And the deeper you bury a lie, the louder it screams when it surfaces.

Because he just found my old phone.

And the man I stalked for a decade…
Is now stalking me.

Was it ever love, or just revenge in disguise?

Warning ⚠️ ‼️ ⛔️ This book contains explicit graphic content, blue language and lustful desires | Can 100% make you come, tread with caution🤤💦| Bury yourself in it at your own detriment…or pleasure🥵😋🔞|


I was done suffering! Robin had promised herself. She wouldn’t let fate decide her happiness anymore, neither would her failed relationship.

Happiness was a foreign language for Robin Clay after the deaths of her sisters, the gruesome murder of her parents, and a devastating breakup with her serial cheating fiancée. She had to move past it all; the hurt, betrayal, pain, anguish, and loss.

At the brink of her turning point, she landed a coveted job at McCullen Confectionery, a multi-billion dollar company one could only dream of working for. She soon discovered her boss and CEO, Jack McCullen, was everything she had vowed to never get entangled with; matured, confident, magnetic, powerful, dangerously alluring, and captivatingly beautiful, falters her resolve and leaves her at his mercy.

Jack awakened every disastrous desire in her, one she was unprepared for and deeply ashamed of, especially when she was of the view that, he was committed to another woman.

Yet, what began as a professional interaction between them rapidly spiralled into a passionate, forbidden attraction marked by stolen moments, intense chemistry and a constant conflict between constraint, lust and her morals.

She was torn; suppressing her desires or surrendering to the passion Jack evoked in her—one that felt both intoxicating, sinful and destructive. Packed with a charged, erotic exploration of power; Love, Obsession, Torture explored the thin line between restraint and surrendering to a burning obsession.

I received a pornographic video.
"Do you like this?"
The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response.
"You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!"
The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed.
I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella.


“I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly.
He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!"
The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him.
"I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster.
He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table.
I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

Haunt Me Like You Mean It
When Mei Liang signed on as an assistant at Truth Finders of the Paranormal, she expected weird. She did not expect him.
Callum Reeves, known to everyone as Cal, is twenty-three, British, brutally brilliant, and completely impossible. He leads TFP like he owns the air in the room, and maybe he does. Mei has spent the better part of a year fetching his tea, surviving his icy stares, and pretending she does not care what he thinks of her.
She is not doing a great job of pretending.
When TFP is called to investigate a haunted theater on the outskirts of Hollow Crest, a remote village hugging the edges of New York's Chinatown, Mei thinks it is just another case. A ghost, a client, a mystery to solve. But the Miyuki Theater is hiding more than one secret, and so is Cal.
Between a furious heiress, a desperate playwright, a powder room that looks like a war zone, and a ghost that seems to have a very specific target in mind, Mei is already in over her head. Add in the strange dreams she cannot explain, a spirit that looks disturbingly familiar, and a team that runs more on chaos than cohesion, and this case is about to get very personal.
Some hauntings follow you home.
Some feelings do too.

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife.

Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract?


As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?"

"That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath.

"But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp.

"Stop moving, Mrs Grey!"

"No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?"

"I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's.

"It means the same!" She rolls her eyes.

"I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist.

"So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

Ten years go by since Elara Vance's mysterious parents disappeared. Now 23-year-old Elara Vance arrives in the sleepy, hidden town of Drakov Hollow, only to discover she's being held captive by the brutal Vampire King Marcus Draven. Marcus Draven reveals that her parents were involved in a dark conflict-and that she bears a very rare bloodline tied into an ancient prophecy.

Elara and Marcus have to face the growing attraction and the threat of rogue vampires. He and she have to put aside their differences to survive. Their love, born out of distrust, becomes a ray of hope in them as they fight for peace between their worlds. Now, in the final opus, the burgeoning queen of Drakov Hollow, Elara embracing her true nature, picks up the fate for change-making along with Marcus.

But by the time truth begins to unravel, will Elara finally discover the astounding truth about the position of her parents in the vampire conflict and that everything she believed about herself and Marcus was a lie?

On the night of her wedding, Helen Smith was attacked by a stranger.
Since then, every night has been a nightmare she cannot escape.

By day, she plays the role of the perfect wife, caring for her gravely ill husband whom she barely knows.
By night, she’s haunted by fear, shame, and a faceless man who takes what he wants in the dark.

Trapped in a golden cage of secrets and silence, Helen begins to question everything: her marriage, the man she married, and the terrifying truth that may be hiding just beneath the surface.

Because in this house, nothing is what it seems.
And the greatest betrayal is yet to come.

When Riley caught her girlfriend getting married to her proud brother, she felt betrayed, and her family's taunt broke her. In order to hide her hurting soul, Riley picked the man closest to her and declared that he was her fiance. But the man wasn't just any regular guy, he was Alexander Hamilton-Rodriguez. One of the richest CEO in the country.
Alex was having issues with his wife, Quinoa, and thought Riley would be able to help, so he offered her a contract marriage.

Unfortunately, Riley found out that she had just two months to live, at that moment, she wanted something real, and the next closest person to her was Doctor Roland Salad, Quinoa's brother.

A dying Riley needed Roland, and the haunted Alex needed Riley. But Roland wasn't sure of who he wanted, because he was in love with the both of them.

"If I didn't have to bring you home, Chloe wouldn't have died. Eve... I regret everything."

Those were my fiancé Lucas's final words as we lay dying beneath the crushed concrete.

I blinked, and suddenly my lungs were full of air.

I had returned to the exact day my billionaire biological family came to claim me.

I stared at their forced, plastic smiles.
I watched the imposter daughter eyeing me like a threat.
Without a second thought, I ripped the paternity test in half.

I didn't want their money.
Instead, I walked away and joined the FBI's deadliest bomb squad.

If I was your biggest regret, fine.
This time around, I'll make sure I'm completely erased from your world.

But when a blast finally reduced me to ash in a blinding flash of fire...

The very family who once treated me like dirt tore through the police tape.
They were clawing desperately at the blazing ruins with bare, bleeding hands.
Screaming my name, begging my ashes to come back to life.

I was in the middle of an affair in the master bedroom when Gu Jingran and his secretary burst in and caught me red-handed.
A thunderous roar ripped through the room.
"Ruan Qinghe!"
I shoved the trembling young man off my body, lowered my eyes, and let out a low, mocking laugh.
"Well, well. My husband rolls up with his side piece to catch his lawfully wedded wife cheating? This has got to be the most unhinged thing I've ever seen in my life."
The secretary, Bai Weiwei, paled instantly, scrambling to defend herself. "Sister Qinghe, you've got this all wrong! Today is your seventh wedding anniversary with Mr. Gu, he only asked me to come help!"
"Whatever was between us ended ages ago! We're just friends now! Don't you dare project your own filthy behavior onto everyone else just because you're acting out!"
I gave her a cool, cursory glance, smiled and said nothing, before finally fixing my gaze on Gu Jingran.
He snapped like a rabid wild beast, slamming and smashing every last thing he'd painstakingly prepared to pieces.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" His voice was raw and hoarse, trembling with rage. "You're trying to get back at me?"
"I was just curious."
I lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Curious about what cheating feels like. What kind of thrill, what kind of rush, could make you addicted to it over and over again."

I ripped out half my heart for him.

Literally.

Six years ago, Draco—the Black Dragon Lord—was dying on the battlefield, enemy claws buried in his chest. So I tore myself open and shoved half my witch's heart into his body to save his life.

After that, I lived with constant pain, my magic drained to nothing. I fought his wars, nearly died a dozen times, all while waiting for him to keep his promise—that he'd make me his queen after the coronation.

But on coronation day, Draco brought back the half-elf Ivy and told me to give up my crown.

Why? Ivy stayed with him in the Abyss for three years. And now she was pregnant with his child.

It destroyed me. So I drank the Oblivion Potion—the one thing that could strip away every ounce of love I had for him.

And in three days, I'm leaving for the polar regions to marry into the Silver Wolf Clan.

"Jump, Stella. No one wants an ugly monster like you," my mother said coldly, blocking my escape route.

Behind me was the freezing, raging river; in front of me were the people I loved most, now forcing me to die. Jennifer smirked, clutching the trophy that belonged to me. "I'll take good care of Ethan for you," she whispered. I looked at their faces—twisted, cruel, triumphant. I didn't jump to die; I jumped to be reborn. As the icy water filled my lungs, I made a pact with the devil. I will crawl back from hell, and I will drag you all down with me.

Seven years ago, I was Velmoor City’s youngest surgeon. A bloodied nursing assistant knelt at my feet, weeping that her thug boyfriend was going to beat her to death. I gave her my guest room.
On her chemo bed, my mother gripped my hand, begging me to kick that woman out. I said she had nowhere else to go.
Later, I caught her wearing my pajamas in my own home. Then, I caught her and my husband naked in his office. Immediately after, a fatal medical error was pinned on me, and my medical license was revoked.
My husband looked at me arrogantly and said: I can liquidate everything I own to settle this for you. On one condition—divorce.
What he didn’t know was that I was pregnant. On the day of the divorce, the judge read out the division of assets: $26.30.
Seven years later, I took a catering gig at a billionaire’s mansion. Less than half an hour into the banquet, his seven-year-old daughter pointed at my seven-year-old daughter. “She stole my ten-million-dollar diamond necklace!”
I looked up and finally recognized him. The billionaire was my "bankrupt" ex-husband. And the woman clinging to his arm, dripping in diamonds, was the nursing assistant who had once knelt at my feet.

I'm an international flight purser. Every time I returned from a trip, I would find a woman’s item in my apartment that didn't belong to me.
The first time, it was a diamond earring on the bathroom counter. Gabriel said his mother left it behind when she visited. The second time, it was a pair of lace panties stuffed between the sofa cushions. He claimed his cousin's girlfriend left them when they crashed at our place, and his cousin even offered to buy us a brand-new sofa to apologize.
Time and time again, there was a flawless excuse for every single item.
Until the seventeenth time, when I deliberately hid one of my own lace bras under the sofa...

It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.

I still remember the day when I came to live in this house after my parent's death.

I still remember the day when he suddenly barged inside my room. I was so shocked because of his sudden appearance in my room. He locked the door and started coming in my direction with a pissed face. I knew that I was in danger by looking at his angry. I knew that I should run away at this moment and hide somewhere but I can't move my body.

Bloody hell, my body is held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes.

With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold stare. The next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.

"Who was that man with whom you were laughing and talking, Jane. Tell me who the hell he was” listening to his demanding voice shiver ran through my body but I kept my eyes close. “Answer me, Jane, who was he,” he shouted in anger causing tears to form in my closed eyes.

H-e-he saw me with him.

It was the only thought that was running in my brain. I knew I was in danger. Now, what I will do is the biggest question for me. The memory of that atrocious day still causes a shiver to run through my spine.

Suddenly someone was pulling my arm taking me out of my thoughts. I found myself standing In front of the airport to receive the devil of my life.

Yes, you heard it right.

Cercei's eighteen years of existence were marred by excruciating pain and suffering solely because of her uncanny resemblance to Vienna, the Alpha's daughter. Cercei found it unbearably cruel that she possessed the same beauty as Vienna, which made Vienna feel insecure, leading her to subject Cercei to relentless torment.

Despite the numerous hardships, Cercei received love and care from her parents, and she remained humble. Although their Alpha never respected them and treated them as mere servants, her family found happiness. However, everything changed dramatically on her eighteenth birthday when their Alpha ruthlessly killed her father without a valid reason and mercilessly crushed his heart underfoot after digging it out.

Enraged and seeking revenge, Cercei felt powerless until she encountered the King Alpha of the North, whom she slept with. This chance encounter changed her life abruptly, cracking all the hidden secrets and lies her mother had carefully concealed for eighteen years. The revelation shattered Cercei's belief in her perfect family and parents, leaving her questioning everything she had ever known.

When we are young we are taught that mates are supposed to take care of you, love you, support you, be there for you when you need them and so much more. I thought when I found my mate I thought that he would want me as his. But everything I learned about mates was thrown out the window when I met mine.

"Your not fit to my future Luna," he snarled at me. I flinch back against the wall trying not to let the tears fall.

"I Terry Moore reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he says each word piercing my heart.

On Tracey's coming-to-age ceremony, she found her boyfriend was having an affair with her bestie. Soon, her stepmother drugged her and planned to trap her in a nude photo scandal.
Meanwhile, a handsome man passed by and saved Tracey but he required Tracey to repay him physically. Tracey had no choice but to agree. After that, Tracey went abroad.
Three years later, Tracey went back. She was about to revenge her ex-bf through an editor. While waiting for the editor in a nightclub, Tracey's addiction to cigarettes had gone crazy. Therefore, she entered the male toilet to knock the door, "Buddy, can I get a lighter?"
However, there came a familiar voice, "I don't have a lighter, but you lit my fire, babe."
Tracey wanted to leave, but the man stopped her.
"I want you, right now!"

"Scream Yalda, I want the whole fucking world to hear you". He said as his grip on her hair tightened. "I want the fucking world to know just how good you sound when I fuck you".

Yalda, a young struggling college student with a dark past, finds herself having a one-nightstand with a domineering man who turns out to be one of the richest and most influential men on the continent. Desperate for better life, she accepts his offer to be his exclusive whore with no strings attached, and four years later, she finds herself working as his secretary, still binded by the contract. She soon realizes that her emotional attachment to him will bring her nothing but pain and misery, and she asks for the contract to be terminated. Unbeknownst to her that like her, he also had a dark past, one which has influenced his interest for her since the very beginning.
What happens when he refuses to let her go?

I was a married woman. Mated to a wolf who would one day rule over all of us.
Fucking a stranger even in my wedding night was so wrong. It would ruin my family's good name once and for all. It could even risk our lives.
But...
“Oh.” A breathy moan escaped my lips as he parted me with the tip of his thick cock. “Plea-“
He speared me with one long brutal thrust. Moving my body in time with his as he fucked me in the dark. I bit back a scream as intense pleasure snapped inside of me. More intense than anything I had ever felt.
He fell over me, capturing my lips and kissing me. He's deep voice groaning.
“I will find you.”


Cassie was arranged to marry the heir to the Lycan king by her father, to save her broken family. She had no choice since he controlled the money and her mother needed medical care for an astronomical figure. Her husband, the Prince, even didn't show up at their wedding.
Cassie left the church and returned hospital to fulfill her shift. However, she bumped into a stranger, bleeding, seems to escaping from someone. She was aroused by his primal kiss and wild sex. But after all, this was mere a one night stand, a rebellious act to her arranged marriage, and a bit of fuck you to her father.
When she finally met her husband, a somehow similarity ignited her. Why is that? And who is that stranger eventually?

When barista Mia Caruso learns her dead father owed $4M to billionaire Bratva Pakhan Alessandro De Luca, she has 30 days to pay in cash or marriage. But Alex is a hybrid werewolf who’s been hunting her for years, because her scent marks her as his impossible fated mate. To survive his enemies, she’ll have to choose: his ring, his bite, or her grave.

The saying that revenge is a dish best served cold had never been truer in Richard Gilbert's case.  Orphaned at the age of ten, he had to work very hard for everything to be able to get back what was stolen from his family and to do that- he got close to the daughter of his father's enemy; Meira Daniels.

Meira lost her family in a home invasion and she was alone until she met Richard whom she fell in love with at first sight and married him a few months after she met him not really knowing who he was.

She realized too late that her life wasn't so perfect when she and her kids were left homeless and penniless by her husband who also suddenly disappeared so she turned to her husband's former boss for help and got a proposal from him that she couldn't say no to for her children's sake.

His hands inch up my legs. Rough and ruthless.
“You got away from me once, Flora,” he says. “Never again. You’re mine.”
He tightens his grip on my neck. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I choke out. I always have been.

Flora and Felix, separated suddenly and reunited again in a strange circumstance. He doesn’t know what ever happened. She has secrets to hide, and promises to keep.
But things are changing. Betrayal is coming.
He failed to protect her once before. He’ll be damned if it happens again.

（His Little Flower series consists of two stories, I hope you like them.）

WARNING!( MATURE )
"Are you touching yourself?" he voices in a husky murmur startling the hell out of me.
I quickly sit up and look at his amused face, "N...no" I stutter in embarrassment.
"Let me see" Carl crouches in front of me and grabs my hand to inspect my wet fingers.
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Kayla is Santino's American mafia princess. In the world of guns, an enemy is bound to knock on your door anytime.
What happens when her father's enemy knocks on their door?
And what happens when Kayla learns that she's betrothed to a ruthless Italian mafia boss, Carl Moreno? Also known as the s*x-god.
And to add on that, a man of many enemies.
Join me to find out

On the eve of her 18th birthday, Siena Melbourne is taken.
She wakes up trapped in the luxurious prison of billionaire Damien Voss, where her past is erased and she is forced to become the perfect surrogate to bear his heir.
A prisoner lurking in the shadows, a long-lost brother, and a fiancé consumed by jealousy，all converge around her.
Is Siena the perfect victim, or will she transform into something far more dangerous?

"I have a mate," I said.
"Is that so?" Alaric's gaze narrowed. He leaned closer, his breath fanning my nose and all I could think was to kiss him.
"Yes, and that’s not you," I pushed back my urges as I whispered. Why couldn’t it be him?
A feral growl left his lips as he pulled me closer, "You’re MINE!"
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Betrayed. Abandoned. Left to die. Lilac had given everything to Alpha King Kael—her love, her loyalty, her very soul—only to be cast aside when his fated mate arrived. The fragile Omega not only stole Kael’s heart but destroyed everything Lilac had built, leaving her broken and watching her family perish. As Lilac took her final breath, the last thing she saw was Kael holding the woman who had ruined her.
But death was not the end.
When Lilac’s eyes opened, she was back, six years in the past, standing in the ceremony where she was first chosen as Kael’s mate. The goddess had granted her a second chance. But this time, she would not be the same naive woman who loved blindly. This time, she would fight. She would take back what was hers.
Yet, with every choice she makes, the future begins to shift. Kael's half brother Alaric showed up in the picture. Fate is no longer predictable, and the kingdom's destiny is no longer set in stone. As Lilac walks a new path, one question haunts her: Is she rewriting her salvation… or her doom?

His teeth sank into my throat, marking me with brutal possession. "Mine," Thorne Ashford growled, tongue lapping blood from the bite. My wolf whimpered, craving this Alpha who'd just claimed me in front of everyone who called me worthless. "Three months," he rasped. "Then you're free." But nothing about this bond felt temporary.

I caught my boyfriend fucking my cousin, recorded his confession about stealing my trust fund, and broke his nose. Then my uncle sold me to a "disabled, sadistic Alpha." Except Thorne Ashford isn't disabled—he's the North's most feared Alpha, and he heard everything. His offer: fake marriage, three months, walk away clean. But when he fought his father to defend me, when I shifted to protect him with silver claws out and wolf snarling mine—we stopped pretending.

Now enemies circle with poison and coups. My dead mother returns with erased memories. And when three months end, Thorne asks me to stay for real. Can I claim this brutal Alpha and my stolen birthright? Or will the truth destroy us?

This mate bond has teeth. And I'm done fighting it.

"So why are you still standing staring at us? You should get moving. He was mine first and we had been dating for six months but you had your head buried in your books to notice." Then Olivia approached her still hugging the sheets around her curvy frame.
"You are nothing but a twerp, a poverty-stricken fool ." She said, jabbing her fingers in Bernice's chest ." You are so worthless and...."
Without waiting for another heartbreaking word, Bernice turned around and ran out of the room running down the stairs with tears flooding down her cheeks.
She had to do it now, she could be betrayed and hurt but she wouldn't be overcome by life troubles.
She scrolled down her phone and went through call logs to the unknown number that called her two weeks ago.
It was now or never.
On the second ring, a voice came on the other end.
"Am I speaking to the P.A."
A slight pause.
"Tell Mr Fernandez that I have accepted his proposal."

"The condoms. You think I wouldn't figure it out? You tampered with them."
Her voice was brittle, her eyes filled with a contempt that could have flayed me alive.
I didn't deny it. I couldn't even muster the pretense of surprise. She was right. I had punctured them. Methodically. Deliberately.
I sat on the edge of the bed, the smoke from my cigarette curling into the tense air. "I don't regret it," I said, my voice rough.
"You're insane," she whispered, backing away until she hit the wall. "You trapped me."
"I kept you," I corrected, standing up and closing the distance between us. She trembled, but not from cold. It was pure, raw fear. "I tried everything else to make you stay, Elena. Money, gifts, threats... nothing worked. You were always looking at the door. Always looking for him."
I reached out, trapping her between my arms against the cold plaster. "So I gave you a reason to stay that you can't run from."
Her hand moved instinctively to her flat stomach. "I haven't decided if I'm keeping it."
The air in the room dropped ten degrees. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the darkness swirling in my eyes. "That is my child, Elena. And you will never, ever take him away from me."
Sweet Reminder: This is a fluffy romance disguised as a dark romance.

Wren Hayes is used to being invisible unless someone wants to make her a target. Broke, bullied, and determined to keep her family from losing their home, she takes the only job that pays enough: live-in babysitter for the Ramsey family. The problem? The Ramseys' older brother is Cole Ramsey
Maplewood High's star quarterback, the most popular boy in school, and the one person whose silence has allowed her humiliation for years.
They hate each other. They have to share a kitchen.
As enemies become reluctant allies and late nights turn into something neither of them planned, Wren begins to discover that the boy who never defended her is hiding more pain than she ever imagined and that the armor she's worn her whole life might be keeping out exactly the person she needs most.

Alexa doesn't know about the existence of the supernatural creatures, she only knew they exist in folklores.

She was born in the human world, grew up as a human and has adapted to the human life, her family showered her with great love and utmost care.

Her parents are travellers, travelling all over the world to experience different cultures and traditions...at least, that's what they told her.

But there's a dirty secrets behind them traveling all over, what could this secret be?

"Is my Seraphina afraid of me? "

She pressed her shivering naked body more against the wall to prevent getting touched by the bare skin of the owner of that raspily husky voice .

"So you don't want me to touch you? But you had no problem getting touched by him, Seraphina? "

Her eyes filled with tears hearing his words because her mind immediately recalled the face of her friend and how brutally he had killed him.

"Then why are you afraid of getting touched by me, Princess?"

She unlatched her lashes and immediately tried to free herself from him but her body turned into ice when he pinned her wrists against the wall and pressed his drenched body against her.

"Hadn't I fucking warned you to stay away from him? But no, my little princess wanted to defy me? And look, her defiance made me to take another life, "
A soul quivering smirk crept on his lips by watching the terror emerging into her alluring azure eyes .

"So ,I guess now we have to make her obey me and for that, I have a very precious way to teach her, " His hand roamed over her naked skin.

"A forbidden way which will hurt my princess a lot, " He squeezed her soft bosoms, making her whimper.

"But the more pain she will feel, the more pleasure she is going to get through that way, " He chuckled when he found her struggling, like a little afraid kitten.

"The more you will fight it, the more it's going to hurt, Princess," His hand went down to her lower abdomen

And her blood drenched from her body when he gently grazed his knuckles against her pelvic line .

"You're mine," His hand went down more to taint her purity.

"You belong to Arzal Darius Grayson, Sera."

Kataleya Frost lives in a world where Alpha Females are considered to be a myth. A legend. Kataleya had suffered from intense trauma when she was 18, which affected her outlook on life. She used to dream of one day finding her mate and having the perfect mate bond, similar to what her parent's have; however, now Kataleya wants nothing to do with him. Kataleya's brother was set to become the next Alpha, but had decided that he had other aspirations and named Kataleya as his successor. This change will cause her to have to change many things within the pack hierarchy and what is considered to be normal in a pack. Her father always taught her and her brothers that the road to becoming Alpha was never going to be easy, but will Kataleya ever be accepted by the members of her pack as their future Alpha? When Kataleya meets her mate, will he be able to change her prospective on life and the mate bond? Will her mate become her salvation or her ultimate downfall? What happens when something from her past come back to haunt her? Will she succumb to her painful memories or will she be able to move past it to save herself and her pack?

QUILL QUINTON

She was an poor girl leaving in an abandon failure building in New York. An Orphan who worked all her efforts in earning and studying. She was hard working, silent and sweet girl. Living her best in her worst.


EMERSON HARVEY

He was an cruel , arrogant and possesive mafia boss. He was praised for his cruelness and defined as an destroyer.
He was deliciously handsome as one snap of fingers can lay lines of women for him.


MILEVA BELLONA

A fragile flower raised in mud. To get blend she have to be the one. Innocent and beautiful , broken and sold. Mileva's fate have broken her and than destroyed her getting entangled with Emerson Harvey the one she was bethroned to smashed her dream and her life.

PLOT LINE

Emerson Harvey leaving in Los Angeles came a way to destroy the rival. But caught the sight of unknowingly his forever weakness. And falls the way for someone he never thought he would.

“Marry me, Leilani.”

“What?”

“We will have rules. There will be a contract.”

Eyes widened in shock, she muttered, “You want me to be your wife? A contract wife?”

* * *

After her Tinder date goes horribly wrong, Leilani heads off to join her best friend at a wedding. There, she meets a man with the strangest proposal ever.

A contract marriage.

A normal person would have said no but a lonely person would consider the idea. So, she says yes to this hot, handsome stranger.

Marrying a stranger wouldn’t be the worst decision she has taken. Or so she thinks, until she heads to the office the next work day and the head of department tells them the company has experienced a major change.

A change as major as getting a new boss, who also happens to be her new husband.

Brandy: 

My husband is disgusted and ashamed of me. 

Everyone laughed when I walked down the aisle. 

We were forced to marry and all he wants to do is get rid of me. His family resorted to starving me for days so I could lose my weight. Once again I am alone. I just need to keep my head down and stay out of his way. 

Storm: 

I always knew my father would pick my wife, but her! She is the worst he could do. She is fat, always eating, and messy. She can’t do anything right, but why is my wife suddenly all I am thinking about? Why am I stroking myself in the shower with only her image bringing me release? I don’t want her but I can’t stay away. There is something about her that will soon drive me crazy but I will resist by all means. I have to.

MATURE CONTENT! 🔞

"Call me sick for getting off to my woman being fucked by another man, but you like it." Jaxon started in my direction, slowly stalking toward me. I involuntarily take a few steps back as he begins to speak.

"The thrill, the anticipation. You love the sheer pleasure we both give to you whenever your pussy is being penetrated by either of us."

"Do you dream about us, princess? Having both of us fucking and filling your tight holes with our cum,"

"I do." There was no point in lying anymore; he's already discovered my deepest, darkest fantasies just by staring at the expressions on my face.

"Your pussy is probably dripping wet at the mention of it." Jaxon had me trapped between him and the wall, his fingers tauntingly inching their way up my inner thigh. We both stiffened when he reached the sore-sensitive bundle of nerves- my slickness coating his fingers. He growled, roughly turning me around and pressing me into the wall.

"So wet, just as I fucking thought you would be." Excitement and lust had me tongue-tied with nipples so hard I could feel each bud pressing through my dress.

"I hope he had his fun with you, cause now it's my turn." Jaxon found the zipper on my dress and pulled it down. I dropped my hands, allowing him to easily remove the sleeves from my shoulders.

"I'm guessing you're sore." I nodded slightly.

"You'll give me your ass then." My eyes widened as Jaxon took a step closer, shifting his body weight onto me, and within seconds, I felt his erection pulsing against my bare ass.

“You had promised to discard me immediately after the baby was born! So what changed now?”

I slammed the contract onto his mahogany desk, my hands trembling as tears blurred my vision. Nicholas moretti didn’t even bother to spare me a glance. Instead he leaned back in his chair swirling a glass of whiskey before lifting those cold grey eyes of his to mine.

“I don’t remember promising that Mi amor.”

My heart sank with every moment I remained standing there watching him through my anguish.

“But you…you said I would be free! I couldn’t have heard it wrong with my own two ears.”

“I said you’d be compensated.”

His lips that I had once fantasize about doing wicked things to me gently curled into a smile so cruel it made my blood run cold.

“And everyone knows there’s a difference.”

I had made the mistake of accidentally trading my womb just to survive my gambler of a father.

Desperate to flee from my father’s debtors to avoid being thrown into the organized prostitution realm, I unknowingly gave up my womb for breeding the heir with the most feared man in the Italian mafia, believing I’d walk away after giving him an heir.

Instead I became his prisoner. So I did the only thing no one thought I was capable of.

I stole the mafia heir and I disappeared.

Eight years later I returned as one of the world’s youngest neurosurgeon with a little boy who had inherited his father’s piercing gray eyes.

Now the man who once treated me like nothing more than a breeding vessel has found me again but this time,he’s demanding I come home to my rightful place but too bad I’ve learned that monsters don’t deserve second chances no matter how convincingly they beg.

On our third wedding anniversary, I prepared a romantic dinner but he came home smelling like another woman's perfume. I caught him cheating - she was even pregnant with his child.

Heartbroken, I got drunk and ended up at a hotel with his older brother. In my drunken state, I kissed him first. What I thought would be revenge turned into something more when he responded with barely controlled desire. We were on the sofa, his shirt half-unbuttoned, when I lost control and moaned his name...

I am the heiress everyone envies.
He’s the bodyguard no one notices.
But his obsession with me might be the most dangerous thing yet.
I am finally free, or so I think. Leaving my billionaire father’s mansion to begin college at St. Regis University, I’m ready to taste life. Parties. Date Boys. No home school. No rules.
But my father has one condition: a full-time bodyguard.
Enter Jace Monroe. Ex-college bad boy. And now? My unwanted shadow. He’s four years older, rough around the edges, and way too serious. Worst of all? He used to go to this college—until life forced him out.
I hate him on sight.

Nolan, after been attacked by some Rogues, was saved by a group of warriors, led by a young girl in a mask. He could feel the connection and is sure she's his mate. She left before he could find out who she was. Fate brought them together after some years and he got rejected by her openly. He has to fight his way to her heart or lose her completely.

**
I smirked. "So, funny you're my mate"

She hissed. "And so?"

"That makes you mine"

She chuckled but suddenly stopped. She folded her hands and glared at me. "And who told you that?"

"I know"

She laughed. "Sorry to burst your bubbles mister, I reject you!!"

I was rooted to my spot confused. Did she just reject me?. Male Alphas are known to always reject their mates but in my case, I'm the Alpha who got rejected by his mate!!

"I reject you!"

"Please..."I begged. I had never felt the comfort of anyone, and just being with him,seeing him made me complete.

"I will never accept you as mine. I, Duncan Alfredo, reject you,Luciana El Salvatore as my mate!"
.........
Hated by her mother for being a girl and for existing, Luciana is unable to shift into a wolf. She is chased out of the pack and commits suicide, but the moon goddess has more plans for her.
Rejected by her mate,dejected, she leaves and comes back stronger than ever.
What will happen when she needs to be mated with him once more?
What will be done when it is discovered that everything was a repetition of the past?
What will she do when the lives of everyone depends on her?
One can only wonder...

"We shouldn't be doing this," I breathed, my back against Cael's chest while his brother knelt between my thighs.
"Probably not," Cael murmured against my neck, his fangs grazing the spot that made my wolf howl.
I wanted his bite so badly.
Fabien looked up at me with those black eyes that held centuries of hunger and whispered, "Tell us to stop, Sera."
I opened my mouth to say the word.
Nothing came out except a moan that made both of them growl.
"That's what I thought," the King smiled, and went to work making me scream in pleasure.


Two vampire brothers. One human girl with a bounty on her head.
She came to Nashville to escape her past but discovered her future is bigger than anything she could have ever imagined.
Sera Voss grew up thinking she was human. When that veil was lifted, it came with realities she never asked for.
Werewolves. Vampires. A prophecy naming her the Dawnbringer — the one being capable of ending the vampire race's reign of terror.
But the cruelest discovery? The two men she's destined to destroy are her soulmates.
Now everyone wants her. The wolves want a weapon. The vampires want her dead. The Council wants control. Because whoever holds the Dawnbringer holds the fate of every immortal alive.
And Sera? She's done being held.
Come with Sera Voss on a journey of blood, desire, and dangerous choices. Will she bow to the wolves who raised her, surrender to the vampires who crave her, or burn every throne in her path and prove that the most powerful weapon in the world is a woman who chooses herself?

"Ten years. No exceptions. The system doesn't take exceptions.
And then she walked straight past every wall like there was a door I never knew about."

Lori Morris spent nineteen years as the treasured daughter of one of Malibu's wealthiest families—until they found their real daughter and threw her out overnight. Now she delivers takeout in a black uniform, works herself to the bone to stay in school, and clings to the one person who swore he'd never leave: her boyfriend, Austin.

Then fate hands her a delivery to a victory party.

His victory party.

In front of the whole hockey team, Austin looks her dead in the eye—and pretends he's never met her. "You know how it is," he laughs. "The servers all want to throw themselves at me."

Humiliated, dumped, and left holding the ring she'd meant to give him, Lori is about to crawl out of that mansion when he steps out of the crowd.

Bastien Galloway. Hockey captain. Galloway heir. The most untouchable man on campus—literally. He hasn't let a woman lay a finger on him in ten years without his body screaming to recoil.

So why does he kneel to pick up the money thrown at her feet?

Why does he force her tormentor to apologize?

And why—when her fingers accidentally brush his—does his body stay quiet for the first time in a decade?

Lori is Austin's ex. The last complication Bastien needs.

But she's also the only exception his broken nervous system has ever made… and he's about to discover that a touch exception was an accident.

A wantingexception is a problem.

Damon Salvestre was a one-woman-one-man type of person. He does not engage in cheating or flings. He feels that a man should not enter into a relationship until he is prepared to marry the woman he loves. He was dedicated and faithful to his girlfriend, with whom he had been in a relationship for three years. He was all set to marry her. But things took turn for the worst when his fiancée cheated on him with his cousin.
Damon was even more enraged to find that his cousin was planning to marry a stranger after wrecking his relationship with his fiancée. He intended to snatch the latter's fiancée, exactly as he had done to him.
His plan of revenge was challenged when Roseana Fuentebella, his cousin's fiancée, entered his life. His goal was forgotten when he saw her heart-shaped face, her olive complexion that glows in the sun, and when he ran his fingers across her delicate skin. All he could think of was holding that frail woman in his arms and being with her.
Will Roseana's love for Damon be enough to forgive him when she discovers he just used her for his revenge, or will their love that blossoms out of hatred end in tragedy when lies and deception come to light?

Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was 8 years old. The life and education Aunt Diwa promised Jade's parents weren't what she was given. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to go home and be with her family finally. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again, and she got that when she finally escaped her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home love and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union ended abruptly when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn’t cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life, yet even Hunter wouldn’t give her the benefit of the doubt.

Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait for a heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate and banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? Did Jade cheat on her mate, or was she framed? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in; not even the fact that she’s pregnant is enough to convince any pack to help or take her in. Will her mate, Hunter, come after her? Or will Jade have to keep running until there is nowhere else to run? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?

He made the rules. But she made him break every one.”

When 24-year-old Kayna Scott lands a last-minute job as a personal assistant at one of the country’s most powerful tech empires, she has no idea she’ll be working for Damian Marshall—the elusive billionaire CEO with a reputation for being merciless, brilliant, and emotionally untouchable.

He’s everything she shouldn’t want: commanding, cold, and impossibly magnetic. But as Kayna proves herself in his world of glass towers and boardroom battles, sparks ignite that neither of them can control. Damian sets the rules: no mixing business with pleasure. Kayna agrees—until one stolen night changes everything.

But secrets run deeper than lust.

Damian is haunted by betrayal and hiding a truth that could destroy them both. And Kayna? She’s got demons of her own—ones that tie her family to Damian’s empire in ways that could cost them everything.

As enemies circle and their pasts collide, the question isn’t just whether they’ll survive the fallout. It’s whether love can bloom in the ruins—or if they’ll burn each other down first.

Book #2 Love and Chaos series
"I think your skin would feel good underneath mine. I like to know how you scream when you're unable to stop your body from responding to my c**k shoved far up in you."
The first time Edward Ainsworth saw Kailani Zaine, she was running. He believed she needed saving and so he stepped in to save her. His heart had longed for only her ever since that day. Little did he know he would be the one needing saving from her.
Kailani Zaine, an omega has been an outcast, since she could remember and so she trusts no one. Will she trust that the prince isn't like other men she has had in the past or will she run like before?