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Since I was ten, he told me to call him brother. But brothers don't look at you like that.
My life had only Daniel Wilson in it. He was my guardian, my savior, my world.
"Call me brother," he said, but he forbade me from dating anyone else. He kept me in his manor like a bird in a gilded cage. He promised that when I turned twenty-one, the title of "sister" would change to "wife."
I waited. I obeyed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on obsession.
But on my twenty-first birthday, he brought her home.
"Julie, meet Lena. She's... special to me."
He introduced his childhood crush to me, his "sister," while holding her hand. The way he looked at her was soft, gentle—the way he used to look at me before she arrived.
"You're just a foster sister," he reminded me coldly when I cried. "Don't cross the line."
The line? He blurred the lines for twelve years! He made me dependent on him, made me believe we were destined, only to discard me when the "real" owner of his heart returned.
Fine. If I'm just a sister, then I'll leave.
But why is he chasing me now, begging me to come back, saying he can't sleep without me in the house?
"I'm not your sister anymore, Daniel. And I'm certainly not your wife."

My boyfriend Tyler, his childhood sweetheart Chelsea, and I went on a road trip through the Australian Outback in the Northern Territory.

A few scrawny, yellow-coated dogs lingered by the roadside. Chelsea insisted on getting out to feed them.

I warned her they were dingoes, vicious predators that ruled this desert.

Her eyes welled up and she called me heartless. Tyler jumped in too, saying I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, that I didn't get what it was like for regular people, that I couldn't even spare a couple of hot dogs.

She forced the door open and ran out. The pack lunged at her. Her screams tore through the air. Tyler cowered in the car, shaking.

I was the only one who got out to help her.

Chelsea scrambled back into the car, but Tyler slammed the door shut and locked it.

I never forgot his face pressed against the window, terrified and selfish. I never forgot the despair of feeling fangs rip through my throat.

After I died, the two of them flew back to the States and posted a sobbing video, claiming I was the one who'd insisted on getting out to take pictures and set the dogs off.

The online hate came for my family, all of it, all at once. My parents, both with weak hearts, collapsed under the stress. Neither one made it.

My whole family, destroyed because I couldn't stop caring for one second.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day the trip started.

In the third year of my marriage to Damian Spencer, I accidentally scratched his first love.
For that insignificant little scratch, on the evening of my birthday, he personally brought his bodyguards and cornered me in a damp, cold alley.
Without flinching, he had them crush my right hand—the one that held my bow—bone by bone.
He looked down at me coldly as I slumped in the mud, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Just be a good Mrs. Spencer. You don't need this anymore."
Yet later, this same man caged me in his arms like someone possessed, begging again and again—pleading with me not to forget what we'd been.
But all that met him was my empty gaze—hollow, confused, as if he were no one to me.

I longed for family affection and true love all my life. I tried my best to get along with my stepbrother Karen, and wholeheartedly loved his friend Nolan. However, my sincerity was trampled into the mud. They conspired to hurt me, spread indecent content to ruin my life, and even broke the last relic left by my grandmother. I suffered countless humiliations and injuries, then chose to leave without saying goodbye. Years later, the two men were trapped in endless regret, but I had already walked out of the shadow of the past. Trust is gone, and so is my tenderness for them.

They call me the lost daughter, a wild card back from the shadows. To survive this viper’s nest of luxury and lies, I did the one thing nobody dared: I made a deal with the city’s most feared tycoon.

My plan was perfect. Use our alliance as my shield. Keep my secrets—the art, the healing, the power—hidden until the right moment. But my one miscalculation was him. The man I thought would be my pawn is turning into my addiction.

Now the world is discovering who I truly am, and the line between our game and reality is breaking. He agreed to play by my rules, but now he wants to change them. He doesn’t just want to be my kingmaker; he wants to be the king of my heart.

"F*ck...please..."
His mouth against my skin sends a shiver through my entire body. My back arches against the wall as his touch leaves me breathless.
"Look at you," he whispers. "Already falling apart for me."
I should push him away.
Instead, I melt into his arms, forgetting everything except the way he makes me feel.
The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something inside me broke.
I cried.
I screamed.
Then I drove into the rain, into nowhere, and straight into him.
Cassian Cross.
A stranger with storm-gray eyes, a sinful smile, and a touch that made me forget my heartbreak.
One reckless night was all it took.
I thought I'd never see him again.
Until he showed up at my mom's wedding...
As my new stepbrother.
Now Cassian won't stay away.
He corners me in empty hallways, whispers things he shouldn't, and looks at me like our one night together was never meant to end.
But there's something he never told me.
He already belongs to someone else.
A fiancée bound to him by a contract and a secret that could destroy us both.
He's dangerous.
He's forbidden.
He's promised to another.
And God help me...
I still can't stop wanting him.

Grace stepped back in fear when he stepped ahead.
"Do it again and I will break your legs..."
He warned.

Her eyes filled with tears.
"Chief, I am sorry... I didn't wanted to but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..."
She sobbed.

Dominick grabbed her chin harshly.
"Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..."
He gritted and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with jerk.

"Please Don't punish me... I am sorry"
She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears.
"I don't want to do it, chief please... I am scared of this... Please, please..."
She cried.

"Strip..."
He ordered while walking towards the wall.

Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear she ran towards the door but poor girl didn't know that she can't open it.


Grace is a nice and intelligent girl but her kindness is her enemy. she was living happy and peaceful life until Mob boss knocked on her door.
Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes.

but does this devil have heart? how will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? how long she can do it for her father? afterall it's not easy to have sex with mob boss.

Explicit Content Warning 🔞

This book was not written for innocence, purity, or restraint.

It was written to make women and men ache, drip, throb, and ultimately cum.

Every page is laced with heat, every word chosen to tease the mind until the body has no choice but to surrender.

Dirty Sweet Lust is not for children, It is not for the faint of heart.

It is for those who crave intensity, the ones who understand that desire begins with conversation, that words can be more dangerous than hands, and that the right whisper can pull an orgasm from your body faster than the deepest thrust.

This collection is unapologetically raw. You’ll find stories that start with teasing, slow words, playful banter, and spiral into shameless begging, dirty commands, and desperate release.

The goal is simple: to remind you that your mind is your most sensitive sex organ, and when it is aroused, your body will follow.

This is not romance dressed in sweetness, this is not polite erotica with a veil of modesty.

This is wetness, dripping from words, spilling across your skin, leaving you shaking when the page turns.

If you are here, it means you are ready.

Ready to be undone, ready to surrender to language, ready to discover how conversation can take you apart and put you back together with a moan.

So read carefully, read slowly and remember: this book was written with one purpose….to make you cum.


Note:
This collection consists of multiple independent short stories, each of which is about 2-3 chapters long.

"Uh...uh..."

Nicole heard someone moaning. It took her a while to realize that it was her own voice.

She was lying on a big bed, clutching the soft silk sheets with her hands. Her waist collapsed into a sexy damp, and her round hips were tilting up high. Meanwhile, she was being vigorously inserted by a man"s scorching penis!

Wait a minute--

Wasn"t she in the bathroom of the cocktail party...just now?

"I want an abortion, I don't want this baby," Lotus muttered under her breath. How could she give birth to a baby when she didn't have any idea who was the father?

On her wedding night, Lotus was sent to the room of an unknown man. She had no idea that she was giving her virginity to someone she will never know. Her Long time boyfriend and newly-wed husband and her family abandoned her because of her adultery.
What will she do when she will discover that, all of her miseries were planned by her stepmother and step-sister? What will happen when she will meet the father of her baby and he turns out to be a Billionaire?

On their third anniversary, instead of a gift, Bryce threw divorce papers directly at Rose’s face so his first love could move into their marital bed.

"Sign it immediately. Lily is back, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved," Bryce sneered, looking at Rose's faded dress with utter disgust. "I’ll give you a million dollars. Don't let my grandmother know you're struggling on the streets like a beggar."

For three years, Rose had swallowed every humiliation, scrubbing floors and secretly using her own connections to build Bryce’s empire from nothing. She loved him so deeply she willingly played the role of a poor orphan. But looking at his cold, arrogant eyes, her love turned to ash.

"Keep your dirty money," Rose whispered. She picked up the pen, signed the papers without a single tear, and slammed them onto the table. "Give me half an hour to pack. Johansen is nothing without me!"

An hour later, Bryce stood by the window, expecting to see his pathetic ex-wife crying in the rain. Instead, he watched in absolute shock as a limited-edition white Rolls-Royce smoothly pulled up to her. A man in a custom Armani suit stepped out, respectfully opened the door, and gently kissed her hand before she slipped inside.

Bryce’s blood boiled instantly. "She left with a billionaire? Who the hell is that man?!"

What Bryce didn't know was that the man wasn't just any billionaire. He was Dominic Cavendish, the most ruthless CEO in the country—and Rose’s fiercely protective older brother, coming to take the true heiress of the Cavendish empire back to her throne.

Jodie Hart was forced into poverty when her Dad mysteriously disappeared. She was left to fend for her mom and her little sister. Jodie has taken a new identity as Jordan Hart, for the past couple of months working as a bartender in one the city's hottest bars.

What she didn't know was the owner of the club was suspicious when a couple of crates of top shelves liquor went missing on her shift. What started out as a job to feed her family and put a roof over their heads, had turned out to be a complicated mess when she was faced with a man who's connected to ruthless men.

Will Jodie be able to defend herself and keep her family out of trouble?
Will the club owner forgive her lies and find out about her true identity?

“Welcome to Oakhaven, Detective. Try not to let our quiet charm bore you to death.”

Rhys Kincaid, a cynical city detective exiled to a town draped in mist and polite whispers, snorted. “Quaintness doesn’t usually hide dead bodies, Officer Vance. And I prefer my cases with a little less smiles” His new partner, Officer Elara Vance, was all sharp wit and disarming smiles, a local golden girl he immediately found infuriatingly charming. Their clashes ignited a dangerous game, a verbal sparring that crackled with undeniable, potent desire.

Grisly murders, each bearing a chilling mark—a severed branch, plunged Oakhaven into terror. The victims? Prominent figures from its oldest families, hinting at a buried past and an ancient, vengeful justice. As they chased elusive shadows, the pressure of the case stripped away their defenses, charged glances evolving into something raw and consuming.

“You want to solve this, Elara? Show me how deep Oakhaven’s darkness goes.” Rhys’s voice was a low growl one night, his hands already finding hers.

He’d seen the hunger in her eyes, a reflection of his own. In the quiet of his isolated cottage, the metal glinted, cool against her skin as he expertly bound her wrists with her own handcuffs, a silent challenge in his gaze.

"Spread your legs."

Her breath hitched, a delicious gasp escaping her lips as his fingers slid her panties aside using this thumb to circle her clit , her eyes burning with a dangerous, reciprocal desire.

He’s on the verge of unmasking the killer, believing it’s Father Thomas or a shadowy force seeking retribution for forgotten sins. But as love blooms amidst the bloodshed, and his reputation hangs in the balance of the deepest secret.

Who is the hunter, and who is the hunted, when desire becomes the deadliest trap of all?

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

"Is lying the only skill you have left? Don't play dead until you actually land in a coffin!"
That was what my billionaire brother roared as he crumpled my stage-four cancer diagnosis and threw it at my face.
To him, I was a spoiled brat who needed a brutal reality check.
He engineered a fake DNA test, gave my identity to a manipulative orphan girl, and watched me get dragged to a disciplinary camp.
Now, he offers me an arrogant ultimatum: Stay quiet and wait half a month, and he’ll graciously allow me to come home.
I clutched my agonizing stomach and laughed until I cried.
Wait half a month?
I can't even guarantee I'll wake up tomorrow.
But I can't wait to see his face when he finally decides to forgive me, only to realize I've already been dead......

The year is 1924. The air in Willow Lane is thick with the scent of red dirt, old secrets, and a storm that has been brewing for a thousand years.

Cassia Marlowe is a woman of the lens, capturing a world that is slowly fading. But when she meets Evan Cole, a man with a violin that speaks to the moon and a past shrouded in shadow, her quiet life shatters.

What starts as a forbidden romance between a photographer and a mysterious musician quickly unearths a truth buried beneath the roots of the Great Oak. In a valley ruled by the powerful and ruthless Board, a biological curse is waking up. Every secret Cassia solves only peels back the mask of a much larger conspiracy, a bloodline war that stretches back to the dawn of the peaks.

Evan is changing. The woods are watching. And the man Cassia loves may be the very beast she’s been taught to fear.

In a world of silver-plated lies and ancient hunger, can their love survive the turning of the moon? Or will they both become casualties of a war that has waited ten centuries to claim its final prize?

One choice.
One bite.
One thousand years of secrets.

For three years, Ivy Green was Gabriel Black’s quiet omega wife.

She loved him, healed him, and built a home around a man who never truly saw her.

To Gabriel, their marriage was convenient. Controlled. Temporary.

Then his fated mate returned.

After one final night of passion, Gabriel asked Ivy for a divorce and thanked her for the past three years—as if her love had been nothing more than a service completed.

Heartbroken, Ivy left Silver Moon Pack and returned to her struggling hometown, only to find her family drowning in debt, her father gravely injured, and their winery stolen by a scheming relative.

For the first time in years, Ivy stopped living as an Alpha’s wife.

She started living as herself.

But Gabriel soon discovers that letting Ivy go was not freedom. It was the beginning of his ruin.

She no longer answers his messages.
She no longer waits for him.
She no longer belongs to him.

And piece by piece, Gabriel begins to uncover everything he never knew:

The pain she hid.
The sacrifices she made.
The family she protected.
The love he took for granted.

Now the woman he discarded is rebuilding her life without him.

And the Alpha who thought he chose fate may have lost the only mate his heart ever truly wanted.

I was employee No.001, building his startup with him right from the garage.
Then a subordinate draped in an IvyLeague aura arrived, and he pushed me ruthlessly aside.
Crushed by betrayal, I fled eight hundred miles to Seattle and rebuilt my career at a rival tech giant. When anonymous online smears sought to ruin my reputation, I unmasked every one of her lies.
He fell from his CEO throne. I stepped into my welldeserved spotlight, and I will never be anyone’s second choice.

My pre-wedding party was in full swing.

 

Yet, the center of attention wasn't me, but Julian's childhood sweetheart, Blair. She had just announced she was auctioning off her "first kiss."

 

My fiancé, Julian, bought that kiss without a second thought.

 

Amidst the roaring cheers of the crowd, they locked lips. They looked like the perfect match, made in heaven.

 

In that moment, I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene.

 

I casually pulled out my phone and replied to the email from the Paris headquarters: "I accept. I am ready to start immediately."

Six days after Alexander lost all contact, I navigated my way alone to the Nightfall Gala to find him.

The guard's expression twisted into something peculiar when he heard my purpose.

"You're saying you are looking for your mate, Prince Alexander? And what is your name?"

"I am Cecilia."

The guard let out a harsh, mocking snort. "Stop causing a scene! A blind beggar trying to pull a scam? Don't think you can just impersonate her just because you know the name of the Prince's mate."

"Everyone knows the Prince just gifted Cecilia the millennia-old Abyssal Night Crystal to celebrate her pregnancy! What the hell are you?"

Just then, the giant LED screen cut to the Gala's live broadcast.

"Allow me to formally introduce my partner, Cecilia. Furthermore, she is expecting. Our family is about to welcome a new heir." It was Alexander's voice.

"Thank you all. This is the greatest gift Alexander and I could ever receive."

The moment that sweet, timid voice echoed through the hall, a string violently snapped in my brain. A sharp ringing pierced my eardrums.

—It was the voice of my twin sister, Elena.

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.

On the third anniversary of our bond, I pushed open the private room door, my heart full of hope—only to see Chisel on one knee, leaning in to kiss Sylvia. In that instant, every thread of love and trust inside me snapped.
“What are you doing?” My voice trembled; tears blurred my vision.
Chisel looked up at me, eyes full of irritation. “Enough, Leah. Stop putting on that wounded look. We were just playing a game. I lost, that’s all. Why are you angry?”
I could no longer bear the betrayal. After losing our pup, something inside me died completely. I decided to break the mate bond, to end this painful, scarred union once and for all.
Even as Chisel kept apologizing, swearing he would change, I no longer believed him. My voice went cold:
“Even if I forgive you, our pup never will.”
I left the home that had once been full of love and hope, flying toward a new world that would be mine alone.

Their relationship was a mistake from the start. She loves him, but he loves another. When they tied the knot, they had to untie it because before she could say "I do," their marriage was doomed. Will they be able to heal after all the hurt or is it the end for their love?

" Logan we shouldn't do this" she said softly and he smiled kissing her cheeks
" Do what" he asked
Emily's world is turned when she meets Logan and the new world he opens her eyes to.
A world filled with supernatural beings and the evils that come with it in the form of a maniac wolf hunter called Finn, a world where love cannot be smooth sailing.
Despite their initial clashes, they have to navigate the ups and downs of love,loss and grief even as it threatens to tear them apart.
But it seems that they are not meant to be as their meeting sets off a chain of events neither could have predicted.
Can they weather the storm together, or is love just an empty game of words and promises.
And what will be the price to pay when one lover disappears.
Join them as Emily and Logan confront their fears and doubts to discover if their connection is truly worth fighting for.

Cleo Farris has one rule: never want what you cannot have. She breaks it the moment her stepbrother's best friend walks back into her life, older, sharper, and looking at her like she is no longer the girl he used to ignore.
Dash Calloway is eighteen. Too confident. Too perceptive. And living in the same house for the summer while their parents honeymoon across Europe. Cleo is seventeen, invisible by choice, and completely unprepared for a boy who argues with everything she says and somehow still makes her feel more seen than anyone ever has.
But when a secret gets out, Cleo loses the carefully constructed life she built to stay safe. Now she has to decide: keep surviving in the background, or finally take up the space she was always meant to fill, even if it costs her everything.

I kissed him again in order to distract him as I loosened his belt and pulled down his pants and boxer at the same time.
I pulled away and I couldn't believe my eyes...I mean I knew he was huge but not this huge and I'm pretty sure he noticed that I was shocked.
"What's the matter doll....did I frighten you?" He smiled, locking eyes with me. I replied by tilting my head and smiling at him.
"You know I didn't expect you to do this, I just wanted to...." He stopped speaking when I wrapped my hands around his cock as I swirled my tongue around his mushroom before taking him into my mouth.
"Fuck!!" He groaned.


Dahlia Thompson's life takes a different turn after she returns from a two week trip to see her parents and walks in on her boyfriend, Scott Miller cheating on her with highschool best friend Emma Jones.
Angered and devastated, she decides to go back home but changes her mind and chooses to party hard with a stranger.
She gets herself drunk and ends up surrendering her body to this stranger Jason Smith who turns out to be her soon to be boss and her brother's best friend.

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

In the eyes of others, I had an enviable marriage—my husband was wealthy, powerful, and handsome, treating me with tender care. But no one knew that in our three years of marriage, we could count on our fingers the number of times we'd been intimate.
Ever since our child died three years ago, he had distanced himself from me under the pretense of "worshipping Buddha," claiming that those who practice Buddhism must avoid carnal desires. I thought our shared grief had led him to choose avoidance, until that late night...
When I carefully prepared, hoping to have another child, he rejected me once again. Later, I saw photos on social media trending topics of him embracing a female celebrity as they entered a hotel, and his gentle appearance as he knelt on one knee holding a three-year-old girl.
It turned out he didn't not want children—he just didn't want children with me.
When he brazenly brought his mistress and illegitimate daughter home and demanded I give up the master bedroom, I finally understood—I was nothing more than a tool for him to maintain appearances.
What broke me completely was when they "accidentally" knocked over my daughter's urn, and he actually laid hands on me for the first time, all to protect them.
He didn't know that inside that small box was my last remaining hope in this world.
The divorce papers are signed, with 29 days left in the cooling-off period. This time, I will never look back!

Hurt and betrayed by the man she had a one-night-stand with and was starting to love, Elaine Matthews is devastated to learn that she's fallen pregnant for him. Worse, she doesn't know him from Adam, nor did she have a way of reaching out to him. Plus, they didn’t part ways amicably.

Five years later, Elaine moves to New York in search of greener pastures with her four-year-old son. When she snags an interview with one of the top-leading publishing firms in New York, she receives a rude shock when she discovers that the father of her son is her boss, and to make things even more devastating, he recognizes her and tries to right the wrongs that happened between them five years ago.

But this new life is uncertain as Elaine finds it hard to tell him that they have a son together. Worse, the more time she spends in his arms, the guiltier she feels. Will she learn to let go and tell the truth, or will her secret keep her from enjoying this new fun-filled life? What would be Max’s reaction? Would he believe her?

Ten years ago, Elara Sinclair died in a pool of blood, discarded like trash by the powerful Hunt family.
Now, she is Vivienne Cross—the cold, enigmatic CEO of a top talent agency. She has a new face, a heart of stone, and a nine-year-old secret named Noah who has his father’s eyes.
She thought she was safe behind her mask. Until Alexander Hunt, the man she once loved and the man who broke her soul, walks into her office.
He doesn’t recognize the woman whose life his family destroyed. He only knows he’s obsessed with her. He wants her to be the face of his empire. He wants her in his bed.

"You look familiar," he whispers, pinning her against the wall. "Have we met in another life?"

To save her failing business, Vivienne is forced to step into the spotlight and work alongside the man who once broke her heart. But keeping her secret becomes impossible when a terrifying accident lands Noah in the hospital. Needing an emergency transfusion, Alexander steps up to donate—only to discover the boy shares his exact, ultra-rare blood type.
The secret baby is exposed. The alpha billionaire demands answers.
But as the deadly past returns with a vengeance, Vivienne must decide: run again, or trust the man who unknowingly ruined her life to fight the monsters who tried to end it?

Content Warning: (+18 Scenes! Psychological elements! The rage of a betrayed woman, passionate revenge, breaking the rules of the game, taming the playboy.)

She thought she had everything, until betrayal shattered her world. Fueled by the fire of revenge, the woman stepped into the venomous underworld of snakes.
In this ruthless game filled with desire, only one can win the greatest prize.

And that prize is the city's dark king, the ruthless mafia leader Ateş Yamanoğlu.

Will desire once again lead her to that woman?
Or have the hunter and the prey already switched places?

Getting a scholarship in Clifield University in Georgia, Diana, a bright medical student falls inlove with her billionaire department sponsor; Branden.

But unfortunately, Branden shows less emotions to Diana while his brother; Slyvester falls for Diana instead.

This leads to a love triangle evolving especially as Braden realises he has feelings for Diana.

Diana feels all is finally falling in place for her and Braden but what she doesn't realise is that Braden holds deadly secrets of his own which is capable of shattering her entire life and everything Diana has ever believed in.

In the midst of dangerous dark secrets concerning Diana's past, love becomes hate, making Branden a sworn enemy.

"Meet Katie Kim—a rising star with a dream job, a picture-perfect romance, and a hard-earned emotional recovery. But just as her life falls into place, an unexpected twist arrives at her office: Tyler June, her new intern and... her ex-fiance.

But wait, there's a catch. Tyler has no memory of their past together, a blank slate caused by a tragic accident Katie blames herself for. She's faced with an impossible dilemma: to reveal their shared history and risk everything she's built, or keep silent and live with the weight of her secrets.

As old sparks reignite, Katie is torn between honoring her past love and staying loyal to her current relationship. But when Tyler uncovers the truth, will he still love her? Will their past be a bridge or a barrier to their future together?"

“You’re mine, June.”
“I’m not yours, Mr. Macaulay.”
“You’re mine. Mine alone. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will not have another man touch you, ever,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“I’m not yours. Not until you claim me,” I fire back. “Until then, I’m just a woman who warms your bed… just like I’ll warm other men’s beds too.”
His pupils dilate as his grip tightens around my arm.
“Do not test me, June,” he says, voice low and deadly. “I swear on my life, any man who so much as lays a hand on you… I’ll rip his fingers off and feed them to my dogs.”


June Fontaine had always loved her boyfriend too deeply, giving him her heart even when it tore her apart.
For three years, she lived in the shadow of his ex, a relationship that slowly swallowed her.
Until one night changed everything, and she broke up with him.
Fueled by heartbreak and the bitter sight of her ex moving on like she never mattered, June made a dangerous, impulsive choice that threw her into the arms of a stranger she could not forget—even after she ran from him.
Two weeks later, she saw the stranger again—now richer and more powerful than she could have imagined.
In a city like Las Vegas, men like him do not chase.
They own.
And he wants her.
Obsession becomes possession. Desire becomes dangerous.
He cannot let her go. She cannot stay away.
While he falls for her in a way that feels almost forbidden, he holds back, haunted by a past that refuses to let him claim her.
But she refuses to be hidden.
She refuses to be just another secret in a powerful man’s world.

Emerald thought that she and Jace Higginson were divorced. After five years, she returns to the country to collaborate with his company and eventually takes her revenge. What will she do when she sees a different Jace, making her uneasy whenever they meet? What would she do when her supposed ex-husband was still her husband because he didn't file the divorce? Will Emerald give Jace his rights to their son whom she conceived before she left?

I feel his penis so firm, even though it's still covered by his pants.

I feel like a woman on fire, eager for this man to claim me. I know he wants it as much as I do.

I massage him slowly, squeezing his penis which seems like it's about to burst through his pants, so hard.

Vittorio slides his hand into my panties, his index finger slipping into my wetness, making me tremble immediately.

"Your body is driving me crazy... you're perfect," he whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

"I want more... so much more!" I affirm.

He slowly slides my dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts.

He brings his mouth to my stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling lightly.

My desire was ignited, and my body wanted to be fucked immediately.

"Giullia Santori, a shy and dedicated young music student with a passionate love for the piano, dreams of becoming a renowned musician. However, her peaceful life is turned upside down on a fateful night when she finds herself saving a stranger who is being brutally beaten in the dark streets of her city. What she doesn't realize is that the man she rescued is none other than Vittorio Cassini, one of the bosses of the Italian mafia.

Vittorio's gratitude for Giullia grows rapidly, leading him to take on a protector's role in her life. As she is drawn into this mysterious world of crime, a deep bond forms between them. As the danger escalates, Giullia finds herself increasingly involved in a game of shadows and secrets that threaten not only her safety but also her heart."

I dream the future. I always have.

Three weeks ago, I dreamed my aunt Claire dead in our kitchen—a repairman standing over her body.

This morning, I dreamed it again.

Tonight, that exact man knocked on our door.

He's wearing the gray uniform from my dream. He has the scar I sketched this morning. He knows Claire's name, our apartment number, everything. He says he's here to fix the sink.

I know he's here to kill her.

The power just died. He's breaking down the door. Claire thinks I'm paranoid.

But my dreams have never been wrong. And this one ends with both of us dead—unless I can change it in the next fifteen minutes.

She built a quiet life from the wreckage of a marriage that nearly swallowed her whole. A bakery. A hidden talent for art. And a son she loves more than breathing. At forty, Corinna Adler is composed, grounded, but devastatingly unsated, starved and untouched.

One night was supposed to fix that.

One anonymous night at Obscura, the city's most secretive underground club with a man whose hands knew things about her body she had forgotten were possible. Young, commanding, and patient. The kind of man Corinna would unfortunately, never forget.

Because the morning after, he re-introduces himself into her reality in a way she never sees coming.

Six years ago, Marlowe Kestrel drowned in the Duskhaven canals, or at least that is what the obituary said, what the empty coffin implied, and what every ruling House in the city has believed ever since.

In reality she swam two streets over, bribed a mortician with a forged signature, and built herself a new, gloriously unremarkable life as a small time magical forger who fixes other people's problems for coin and never, ever asks about bloodlines. It was a good plan.

It worked for six entire years, which is roughly five years and eleven months longer than anyone expected a Kestrel to survive in hiding. Then Jonas, the only man alive who knew her real name, turns up dead in his own workshop with a mark burned into his palm that Marlowe has spent her whole life trying to forget she carries too, and the only lead worth following belongs to Cassian Draven, heir to the most feared criminal House in the city, a man with a smile like a drawn blade and a family reputation built on making problems disappear as thoroughly as Marlowe once did herself.

Cassian recognizes her in under a minute, does not turn her in, and instead offers a deal she has no good reason to accept and every practical reason to take, pose as his fiancée at the season's summit of ruling Houses, help him smoke out whoever is hunting them both, and maybe, if she is very lucky and very careful, walk away with her second fake death arranged before anyone notices the first one was fake too.

The trouble is, the longer she spends pretending to love a Draven, the harder it gets to remember that hating him was ever supposed to be the easy part.

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My biological parents and my fiancé shove me into a sterile room for a forced drug trial. The chemicals completely destroy my cranial nerves.

They lie about my adopted sister Mia having a terminal illness, using my college admission and trust fund as leverage to make me sacrifice myself.

I used to put my life on the line for Liam, staying up all night to finish his homework, draining everything I had to please my family.

But they are putting on an act from the very beginning. Mia isn't sick. The drug trial is just a front for money laundering.

Stripped of all love, hate, and empathy, I am left with only cold logic after enduring imprisonment, beatings, and endless injections.

Afterward, Liam falls to his knees, sobbing and begging to get back together. I dodge his touch with a blank face.

"Don't come near me. The smell of you makes me physically sick."

I am a mermaid.

To walk toward him, I swallowed a dark potion, shedding my tail for a pair of legs.
Every step felt like treading on sharp blades, yet I endured it all willingly.
He took me in, promising to protect me for the rest of my life.

Then, his ex-lover returned.

She orchestrated one accident after another to frame me—a slashed costume, a staged fall down the stairs... And every single time, convenient "eyewitnesses" immediately pointed their fingers at me.

He believed them all.

Until a falling stage light crushed her legs.
He pinned me to the operating table, personally severed my legs, and transplanted them onto that woman.

What he didn't know was that anyone who walked on these legs would have to suffer the excruciating agony of stepping on knives.
He simply told me coldly: "You ruined her ability to dance, so you will pay with your legs."

That night, alone and broken, I wheeled myself to the beach.
Using only my bare hands, I crawled across the coarse sand, into the crashing waves, and returned to my true home.

——Leaving him to stare at the security monitors, watching helplessly as I sank into the dark sea, never to surface again.

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What if everything you sacrificed for your family made you worthless in their eyes?

For years, I buried my brilliance as a polyglot and musician, becoming the invisible wife and mother. My husband cherished his childhood sweetheart, and my daughter called another woman “mom.” My love was met with contempt.

The day I nearly died from a broken heart—and a bleeding ulcer—while they dined happily without me, was the day I finally woke up. I walked away from the marriage, the mansion, and the child who rejected me.

Now, under the spotlight of the international stage, I am reborn. My skills command respect, and a powerful, enigmatic man sees my true worth. Let my former family watch from the sidelines as I shine. Their regret is my fuel, but my heart has moved on—there will be no second chances.

She was raised without her parents. Her only aunt was by her side through thick and thin. As a result, many people misunderstand her attitude. She was fearless and unafraid. She prefers to have fun than take life seriously. But her life was changed when she met an elderly billionaire.

Worse, they had a one-night stand because they were both drunk and lost. Her old habit vanished when the man suddenly pursued her. So she had no choice but to hide in order to avoid being discovered by the old man who was still looking for her. But, as fate would have it, her friend was the daughter of the man who was looking for her.

He is 50 years old and the father of three children. His wife left him for reasons he couldn't understand. He wants to remarry but cannot find the right woman for him. Because most of the women he was with were preoccupied with his wealth and money. They each have a different outlook on life and how to take a stand. Will they ever get together? Or is it something that happened to them that they will only remember?

Emily Willows longs for love, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones.

If only her handsome, foolish neighbor can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth to show her the greatest pleasure of being alive and breathing, and moaning beneath his-

But no, he would not. He could not. He would not even want to. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever.

But it becomes extremely challenging for her when he asks her for something in earnest, the biggest favor he could ever ask, even at the cost of their bond.

The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own.

The one she was sure to lose herself to.

The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to.

But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the way.

Oh, damnit, all to hell.

Three years ago, I was the sole surviving legendary mage of Ash Valley. To fulfill my comrade's dying wish, I married into the Robert family, becoming a despised and bullied son-in-law . For three years, I endured torment and humiliation; my entire family treated me like trash . My wife handed me divorce papers , then accepted the marriage proposal of a nobleman. On my wedding day, I walked into the hall in old clothes, and everyone laughed, thinking I was crazy. Until I shattered all magic with a wave of my hand, my legendary presence overwhelming everyone present, the woman who had once despised me finally cried and asked me: Why did you lie to me?

The day our parents remarried, my entire life descended into unrelenting hell.
Jace, my stepbrother, hated me on sight the second he walked through the front door.
Like a relentless ghost that haunted my every waking moment, he stole every girl I ever cared about, one by one.
I hated him for seven long years, convinced he only got off on grinding me into the dirt. Until that drugged night at the hotel...

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for.
James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world.
Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? "
But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day.
James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.