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Twenty-one times.

I've signed the mate bond with Kael Nightshade, Lord of the Black Panther Clan, twenty-one times.

And dissolved it twenty-one times.

Not because we didn't love each other.

But because every few months, she comes back.

Seraphine. His first love. The angel who shattered her wings saving him, leaving her mind fractured and fragile.

"Seeing the mate mark sends her into psychotic breaks," he'd say, burning the bond from my skin. "I owe her my life."

So I'd erase the mark. Burn the contract. Pretend we were never bound.

The first time, I cried and begged. He backhanded me: "Cut the bullshit. We'll rebond once she's back in the sanatorium."

The thirteenth time, I followed them to a tavern and watched him tenderly kiss the scarred stumps where her wings used to be. When I confronted them, he knocked me down and locked me in enchanted restraints for seven days straight.

Sign. Burn. Erase. An endless cycle I couldn't escape.

Until the twenty-first time.

Fire engulfed the manor. Seraphine and I were trapped in different wings. Kael could only save one of us.

"Kael!" I collapsed at the window, smoke choking my lungs. "I'm pregnant—please—"

He shifted into his panther form and bolted toward her room.

The guards dragged me out thirty minutes later. Third-degree burns across my back, lungs filled with ash, blood pooling beneath me.

No heartbeat.

Kael stood in the safe zone, holding an unscathed Seraphine in his arms. From the moment the flames erupted until they pulled me from the rubble, he never looked back.

Not once.

The twenty-first dissolution was my choice.

There won't be a twenty-second.

Fourteen years I gave him.
Every storm I shielded him from.
Every mess I cleaned up for him.
I made him a king of Manhattan.
On my forty-second birthday, he brought my enemy's daughter to my party.
He forged my medical records.
He tried to strip me of my trust.
He thought I was done.
He forgot one thing: I made him.
And I have a son he never knew existed.

On the day of the clan’s grand sea banquet, my mafia husband Victor took his beloved white moonlight Lilia to race jet skis in restricted sea waters without permission.
She twisted the throttle all the way open, and the jet ski crashed violently into the my luxury yacht.
The yacht quickly flooded and began sinking, yet Victor completely ignored the people screaming for help on board, only clinging tightly to the terrified Lilia and comforting her softly.
"Don’t be afraid. They trespassed into the restricted sea zone of their own accord; they deserve everything that happened to them."
Not until the entire yacht sank deep into the ocean and everyone aboard vanished without a trace did Victor dial my phone unhurriedly.
"Vera, your mom and Dante are gone in the sea."
In an instant, overwhelming terror swallowed me whole.
The very next second, I saw Mom shoving freshly cooked meat into my mouth just as she did when I was a child.
My brother hurried over with a grin to snatch a bite.
"Mom, you always favor my sister."
They are standing right beside me.
Then who on earth was trapped inside that sunken yacht?

Seven years ago, my father, the Wolf King, listened to the slander of his new lover and personally brought a bowl of abortion poison to my mother.

My mother fought desperately to turn her head away in resistance, but he forced it down her throat anyway.

In her absolute despair, she let out a harrowing scream, vowing she would never see him again in this lifetime!

Since then, the soul bond between my parents was completely severed.

My father, however, brushed it off, dead certain that my mother was "blocking the bond" to throw a temper tantrum.

Until today, when the vampire army massed at our borders, specifically demanding a royal blood slave.

To protect his new lover's daughter, my father seized me to take her place.

He set fire to my mother's beloved sea of moonflowers, pointing at the soaring flames and roaring: "If you come out and beg me, I'll spare Aria's life!"

But even as the inferno reduced half the courtyard to ashes, the space behind that tightly shut door remained in a state of dead silence.

He didn't know—

The severed bond wasn't a tantrum.

Because of that bowl of poison seven years ago, my mother had drawn her last breath that very night.

"Economy? For me?" I stared at the boarding pass while my boyfriend's new "business partner" got first class instead. "You're just my plus-one," Cedric said. "The sponsor won't cover you." I said nothing and boarded the plane. What he didn't know was that if I wanted to, I could buy the entire airline.

On my husband's birthday, I took our seven-year-old son to his hotel in Italy to surprise him.

Our son never saw his father. Instead, he met Sophia, the woman who called herself the "lady of the hotel." She framed him for theft, stepped on his hand, snapped his epinephrine injector in half, and forced him to eat a hazelnut cake that could kill him.

When the doctor my father sent placed our son on a stretcher, my husband finally returned.

He did not look at the child on the stretcher. He stepped past him and pulled Sophia into his arms.

"Who hurt my woman and my baby?"

Only when he saw me standing there with my bruised face did all the color drain from his own.

They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.

Omega Lyra, once betrothed to Alpha Kyle, is forced to sew his new Luna’s wedding dress.
On the wedding eve, an out-of-control Kyle violates her; the chaos that follows kills the bride, and Lyra is falsely branded a murderer.
Kyle binds Lyra as his nominal Luna to torment her—for three years, she endures mockery and isolation, finding solace only in late-night piano playing.
His coldness and closeness to the late Luna’s sister Rhea shatter her hope.
Humiliated at Kyle’s birthday banquet, Lyra demands to end their bond.
Fleeing, she awakens hidden Alpha powers but is attacked by rogues—Beta Darren, who secretly cares for her, saves her.
Now, Lyra must evade Kyle’s family, find her lost sister, and fight for a place in the wolf world, turning her painful escape into a journey of redemption.

He filled my head with lies.
Then he set my world on fire.

Gavril Vaknin.
Richer than God.
Crueler than the devil.

And if he has his way…
My new fake husband.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife.
I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies.
Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive.

Did I do the right thing?
Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

The first thing they took was my baby.

The second was my parents.

The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.

My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.

He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.

But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.

I tried to die. Four times.

Now I’m done trying.

They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.

After three years of marriage, the first thing my husband did upon waking from his vegetative state was to humiliate me for my stepsister. I once thought that my three years of devoted care would earn me a shred of his affection, only to discover that he had always loved the woman who stole everything from me including my identity. For her sake, he forced me to leave with nothing and had me blacklisted throughout the city.

But what they didn't know was that the woman they discarded like a piece of trash would shed her apron and become a legendary racer who struck fear into the hearts of the entire racing world. When my husband's archrival extended an olive branch to me, this game of revenge began—who will ultimately be the winner?

Ella is betrayed in her 25th birthday by her boyfriend, leading to a one-night stand at a bar. She Initially mistaking Eric for just a call boy, later, she discovers that he is actually an Alpha of a pack, leading to an unwanted pregnancy. She ran away without a trace, bearing and taking care of the twins alone. It's later turned out to be an interesting romance. What happens when Eric discover that the twins are actually his? Will Ella forgive Eric for betraying her?

My husband handed me divorce papers at 2 AM—right after he'd had his way with me. Three years of marriage, and he never once believed I was anything but a scheming woman who trapped him. He said he wanted his real love back. I said I wanted our daughter.
He laughed and told me I couldn't afford to raise her alone.
He was right about one thing: I needed money. So I took the only job that could change everything. He showed up at the presentation as the client. When he saw my work, his face went pale. He accused me of plagiarizing a famous designer—the very genius who had saved his company years ago.
He has no idea.
That genius is me.
And he's about to find out exactly who he just let go.

When Nathan Hayes set the divorce settlement in front of me, he placed another file beside it.
A man's photograph lay on top.
Thirty-four. Single. A steady career, a home of his own, no complicated family obligations.
It was more thorough than a dating profile.
Nathan sat across from me, as calm as if we were making dinner plans.
“Evan Brooks is heading back to Charlotte next week. He's interested in getting to know you. His rehab center is hiring, too. You used to work in speech therapy. You could have a job and a place to settle down.”
I left the file untouched and picked up the divorce papers.

I was the most in-demand wedding planner in Boston. I'd run more than three hundred weddings, and not one of them had ever been off by a single second.

The only wedding I couldn't pull off was my own.

My fiancé, Graham, and I had been together for seven years, and everyone knew he was a perfectionist.

Everyone called his executive assistant, Sloane, Miss Punctual. She was also my best friend.

In Graham's eyes, Sloane was the gold standard, and I never measured up.

At our engagement party, I showed up one song late, and the first dance went to him and Sloane.

On Thanksgiving, I walked in two minutes late, and Sloane was already sitting in the seat saved for me next to his parents.

For the charter flight to Aspen, I was thirty seconds too late to board. The door closed right in my face, and Sloane flew off with her head on his shoulder.

We'd tried to get married seventeen times. Every single time, he stopped it halfway through and had Sloane stand in for me to finish the run-through.

For the eighteenth, I had all four screens in the ballroom running a synced countdown, and I'd practiced at home with a stopwatch for over two hundred nights.

But two seconds before I was supposed to say my vows, Sloane beat me to it and blurted out "I do."

Graham didn't even look at the screens. He just turned to me and said, "You're late again. The wedding's off."

That was when I finally got it. My timing had never been the problem. The problem was that the wrong woman was standing across from him.

He took Sloane's hand. "Watch closely. We'll show you one more time."

I took out the two wedding rings and slid one onto his finger and the other onto hers.

"Don't bother. Here's to your happily ever after."

"Where is my son?"
My husband wouldn't look at me.
I had just come out of anesthesia. The bassinet next to my hospital bed was empty — except for a stack of cash, a christening card, and a ring pinned to the corner of the card.
The card had another woman's name in the godmother box.
That woman walked in behind my husband. She picked up the ring and slid it onto her own finger.
"He's safe, sweetheart. We've been talking about this for months."
My husband is Damiano Marchetti. He runs the family that runs this city. The woman wearing the ring is his father's young widow.
The baby on that card is my son.
For four years now I have been the woman this house pretends not to see. The wife told to use the servants' entrance. The mother of a boy who calls another woman Mommy.
Last night I asked my husband for a divorce.
He laughed in my face.
He has no idea how much that's going to cost him.

The moment I saw my name on that wedding invitation, I was already dead.

On Highway 23, a steel rebar had pierced straight through my chest. I was two months pregnant.

I called my fiancé Michael seventeen times. The first sixteen, he hung up without a word. On the seventeenth, his voice dripped with impatience: "Marrying Sophia is just for show. Stop making a scene."

The man who once knelt outside my family's estate for three days and nights, swearing to love me for a lifetime—he wouldn't spare me a single second more.

With my last breath, I dialed the funeral home. "I'm calling... for myself."

Flames consumed my body. My soul drifted toward the engagement banquet that should have been mine. When the killer's phone lit up, the name on the screen was Sophia...

When he destroyed my entire family, he never once thought of me.

So now, let me watch with my own eyes as this wedding becomes their funeral.

Ten minutes. That was all the time I had to save my fouryearold son.
Leo hung over sharkinfested open sea, waiting for his father, Mafia Don Dante Moretti.
But Dante never came. He stayed behind to comfort Bianca, the woman he believed had saved his life. He had handed her complete control over the family’s armed forces, cutting off every possible way for me to mount a rescue.
A ghost from the past returned and exposed every buried truth.
Dante crumbled under the weight of his guilt, consumed by regret. He begged for my forgiveness. But by then, my son was all that mattered to me.

I was here because of missed periods and abnormal bleeding—a suspected threatened miscarriage.

When asked about our relationship, my boyfriend didn't even look at me.

"We're just classmates," he told the nurse.

He thought he was cutting ties with a worthless nobody so he could chase after a billionaire's daughter.

What he didn't know was... I was the heiress he was desperately looking for.

After my miscarriage, my psychiatrist husband offered to erase the painful memories to help me forget them.

During the three months I was dumped in a rehab facility, he took our daughter and his cousin on a European vacation.

Now that they're back, he assumes I’ll go right back to being that meticulous, perfect wife.

But I didn't.

He deliberately provokes me, thinking my coldness is just me playing hard to get.

He has no idea that the brainwashing procedure didn't just wash away my pain—it completely severed my love for him.

To save my mother's life and pay for her experimental cancer treatment, I had to take a night shift at an exclusive private club.
That night, Elias Sinclair had been drugged. He grabbed my wrist, his eyes wild and burning, and whispered, 'Don't go.
Two months later, a constant, sickening wave of nausea confirmed my worst fear: I was pregnant.
The Sinclair family didn’t waste any time. Within days, a contract was shoved in my face. The house and millions of dollars would be mine, but the child would belong to them. The price? I could never see my baby again.
I signed the paper, took the money, and fled the country, thinking our paths would never cross again.
Five years later, I returned to Koren City, wanting nothing more than to quietly care for my ailing mother.
But the one man I swore to avoid blocked my path, smelling of whiskey and dark intent.
"Are you avoiding me, June?"

My neighbor Beck Morrow was the best high school point guard this state had seen in years.
The night before the state championship—three college scouts in the stands—he decided to stay home with his girlfriend instead. She wasn't feeling well.
I called his coach.
He played. He got the scholarship. He built a company worth eight figures before he turned thirty, and I spent five years writing every algorithm that company ran on.
He repaid me by throwing a ball at my head during a training session. Then his lawyers sent a letter explaining that I had no legal claim to any intellectual property developed under my employment contract, effective immediately, and that my position was being terminated.
Then I woke up. It was the first week of senior year again.

I spent five years loving a man I secretly built from nothing—pulling strings, clearing obstacles, lifting him higher than he ever knew. Then one night, outside a private room, I heard him plan my future without me: a mistress's role, a generous allowance, and a smile to soften the blow. I walked away, burned every gift he'd ever given me to ash, and disappeared into three years of silence and purpose. By the time Damon Hale understood what he had thrown away, I was already someone he could never reach again.

Three years into our marriage, I believed I had married the man who loved me more than anyone in the world—until an explicit photo of a woman went viral.
The woman in the picture had my exact face.
Everyone was convinced I was the one who had cheated.
And my husband, Jarek, didn’t defend me. Instead, he pushed me straight into the court of public opinion, silently allowing everyone to believe I was the one who had betrayed our marriage.
Until I caught him with that woman in our bedroom.
Her name was Sabrina.
She was my identical twin sister.
That was when I finally realized that our entire three-year marriage had been a lie.
He had never loved me.
I was nothing more than a replacement for her—the woman he had lost and gone looking for.
And the cruelest part?
Even when I was carrying his child, even when he left me broken and bleeding, he still chose her.
I lost the baby.
And whatever love I had left for him died with it.
I filed for divorce.
He refused to let me go.

They killed his family and closed the case in 24 hours. They should've taken longer.

For ten years, Van Zero was just a mechanic until Black Crown burned everything he loved and called it an accident. Now the nation that buried its greatest weapon has dug him back up. No badge. No army. No mercy. The War God has returned and this time, he isn't fighting for his country.

Elena Hayes never expected that finishing a novel would somehow make her part of it.

She wakes up inside the billionaire romance she's been obsessively reading, only to discover that she's become the male lead Adrian Cole's beautiful, gold-digging ex-girlfriend.

And she knows exactly how her story ends.

Adrian is destined to fall for Victoria Sterling, the heiress of the city's most powerful financial dynasty. With her wealth, intelligence, and influence, Victoria quickly wins Adrian's heart.

As for Elena?

She's the annoying ex who refuses to let go.

After Adrian finally dumps her, Victoria's devoted admirers will hunt Elena down, break her legs, and throw her into a river.

That's how the original story ends.

But Elena has already read it.

She knows what's coming.

And this time, she's not going to play the role written for her.

If the story wants her dead, she'll fight her way out of it.

She's got nothing to lose.

So why not risk everything?

This time, Elena is betting on herself.

"I married you only to destroy you."

That was the only reason FBI agent Sophia Carter accepted a new identity as Evelyn Russo and married Lorenzo Moretti, the most dangerous mafia boss in Italy.

Her mission was to infiltrate, gather evidence, drag Lorenzo to prison, and save the children and women that Lorenzo Moretti had kidnapped for trafficking.

But life as a Don's wife was never as simple as she had imagined. Behind the luxurious mansion, the armed men, and the secrets of the Moretti family, Sophia found herself trapped in a game she did not understand.
The closer she got to Lorenzo, the harder it became to distinguish lies from reality.
But one thing never changed. If her identity as an FBI agent was exposed, then at that very moment, she would die at her own husband's hands.

Aella Moore
- A 27 years old American woman, with gray eyes. A woman who is very jolly and always smiling amidst of everything that happened in her life. A daughter who cares for her parents more than her own life. An Aunt who protects with all of her might and a lover who loves more than she can thought she can.

Vincent Nicholas Johnsons
- A 29 years old Australian cold hearted busi-nessman, with blue eyes. The Australia’s most eligible bachelor and the man who would have everything in a silver platter.

Aella and Vincent who were just acquaintances in the beginning but little did they know they both have the same stories. They were not looking for love at that time because they both just got their heart broken, both came from a long term relationship but when that time when they two met through a relative, tell their stories and got to know each other. They both want to make sure that they will not be hurt again this is why they were hesitant and pretending that they are not falling with each other at first. Will they overcome every obstacle that life will throw them?Will their get the approval of their families? Will they face the tragedy of their past together, all the pain and sacrifices they’ve been through? Will it all be worth it?

She baked his pack to perfection for five years, only to overhear she was just the “cheaper version” of his fated mate.

When Alpha Brian slaps her, abandons her in flames, and chooses the villainess who faked everything… Angela walks away, rejects him forever, returns home as the hidden heiress of a powerhouse pack, marries the Lycan King who worships her and watches her ex spiral into madness.

Three days after I lost our baby, my husband finally remembered to call.

I was packing when Adrian Whitmore's name appeared on my screen.

"Vanessa told me you caused another scene over the medical bills," he said, sounding irritated. "I've authorized the payment. Can we please move on?"

I stared at the tiny knitted sweater lying in my suitcase.

I'd bought it the day I learned I was pregnant.

He didn't know I'd already prepared our divorce papers.

For three years, I'd been Mrs. Whitmore, the wife of one of New York's wealthiest men. No one would believe that after three years as Mrs. Whitmore, I couldn't find four decent outfits in my own closet.

Every dollar I spent required approval, and even my clothes and jewelry were locked away. To access anything, I had to ask his assistant, Vanessa Reed.

Adrian believed my modest upbringing made me incapable of handling money responsibly.

Three days ago, seventeen weeks pregnant, I needed money for an emergency medical transfer.

Vanessa deliberately delayed the approval until it was too late.

I lost our baby.

Adrian never cared enough to notice what I'd been through. I had endured years of humiliation just because I loved him, still holding out hope for the happy marriage he'd once promised.

But now our baby was gone.

And I had no reason left to stay.

For eight years, I’ve been invisible in my own home.
No cake. No presents. Nobody remembers I’m allergic to the shrimp I cook every week. My husband, Derek, a respected cardiologist, hides behind his silence. My six-year-old son has learned to look right through me. And my mother-in-law, Barbara, has a "weak heart" that flares up every time I open my mouth.
So on my thirty-third birthday, when my best friend sends dinner from Fiorella’s, the restaurant I haven’t let myself set foot in since my wedding, it should be one small, good thing.
By the time I set the table, my family has eaten every bite.
The next day, Barbara clutches her chest in front of her entire card club, and suddenly I’m the monster who nearly killed her. Derek bundles his mother and our son into the car and leaves me standing in the driveway, drowning in whispers.
So I follow them.
From the back seat of a stranger’s car, I watch my "dying" mother-in-law stroll into Fiorella’s, laughing. Derek is right behind her. And my little boy asks if they can play "the sick game" again.
Eight years of lies, and I was the only one in this family who didn’t know it was a game.
Now I’m done playing.

To save enough for a summer trip with my boyfriend, Tripp, and his friends, I worked late every night after school as a food runner at the upscale French restaurant in town.

Tripp told me his family didn't have much money. He wore old thrift-store T-shirts and always ordered the cheapest lunch in the cafeteria.

I felt bad for him. During the year we were together, I quietly paid for most of our dates.

Until one night, when I carried a bottle of wine to a private dining room and heard voices coming from inside.

"Tripp, how long are you going to keep pretending you're broke?" It was Chase, Tripp's best friend.

Then I heard Bitsy's sugary-sweet voice. She and Tripp had grown up together. "Thanks for the limited-edition bag, Tripp. Eighty grand, and it's absolutely gorgeous. I love it!"

I froze. An eighty-thousand-dollar bag? He wouldn't even spend twelve dollars on a burger.

Then Tripp spoke in a lazy drawl. "Girls like Nora are low-maintenance. She's easy to fool. Buy her an iced latte, and she'll act like it means the world to her. She barely costs me anything."

He had never really cared about me.

My younger sister, Freya, was preparing for her advanced training in New York the following week, so she dragged me to the dance studio to help her correct her movements. I put on my dance shoes as usual and stood in the center of the floor, ready to demonstrate a turn.

The moment my foot slipped, I didn't even have time to react.

My body hit the ground hard, and the sharp pain from the back of my head nearly made me lose consciousness. I lay on the cold floor, my throat tight, unable to even cry out for help.

When Mother rushed in, she didn't spare me a glance.

She immediately helped Freya up and took her to the hospital. I missed the critical window for treatment and died on the way to the hospital.

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

Alessandro was supposed to be her protector.

Her brother’s closest friend.

The one man she trusted without question.
The night his father is murdered, trust dies with him.

Convinced the Moretti family is responsible, Alessandro returns to Naples burning for revenge. He doesn’t investigate. He doesn’t hesitate. He destroys. Elara becomes the price of his grief ripped from her life and forced into captivity by the very man who once promised to keep her safe.

Her marriage doesn’t save her.

Her pregnancy doesn’t stop him.

One by one, everything she loves is taken from her until survival becomes her only remaining instinct. Trapped in a world ruled by violence and control, Elara must endure a man who claims her as punishment… and slowly begins to want her as something more dangerous.

Then the truth surfaces.

The Morettis were never guilty.
Her father was never a murderer.

The war was built on a lie.

Now Alessandro must face the reality that the woman he shattered was innocent and Elara must decide what to do with the truth when forgiveness may be more impossible than hate.

Let's see, this will be the 27th time I've had to pretend I've had an orgasm?
I'm not sure that anyone, aside from myself, will ever get me to cu.m again, not since him. Is this what sx is going to be like the rest of my life? If so, shoot me now.
I would like to believe that I could keep to myself rather than continue this hopeless journey, but here I am, hovering over Kyle's face in hopes I'm wrong and he has somehow figured out how to bring me the pleasure I so desperately seek.
Nope. Nothing but fcking licks to my thigh. Come on, Kyle. You're killing me.
Three years I've gone without the torment of my bullies, thinking I left them behind in high school. God, was I wrong. Blaze, Thorne, and Ryder never left, they only watched from the shadows...waiting.
They've re-entered my life in whirlwind of violence, and to stop them, I offered myself in exchange. Little did I know what I was getting myself into, now being held captive in their home. All this time I thought they hated me, but I'm learning that wasn't it at all. There's a fine line between love and hate and I'm certainly walking it.

She broke up a 5-year relationship because he shot her parents. Two years later, her husband was kidnapped by his friends. Now, she has no choice but to get reconnected to her ex, whose charm she absolutely cannot resist and whose help he can’t deny. What will Mia do when she finds out the truth behind her parents’ death? Will she sacrifice her love for respect for her marriage vows? Or will she let go of everything she’s built to repay her debt to her ex?

I used to love Damiano Valentino.

We met in high school, and when he left, he promised me we would never meet again.

I was heartbroken.

But I never stopped hoping that one day, he would come back.

He did.

Only, the Damiano who returned was no longer the boy I remembered.

He came back to Ireland for revenge after his mother was murdered. And when he discovered the truth, my family became the target of his vengeance.

Now, he looks at me with cold, murderous eyes, as if the girl he once loved means nothing to him anymore.

“You told me you wouldn't force me. You told me you would let me decide!” I cried, tears running down my cheeks.

A dark smirk crossed his face.

“I told you I wouldn't touch you.”

He stepped closer.

“But I never said when.”

My heart shattered.

This wasn't the Damiano I fell in love with.

This was a man consumed by revenge.

And now he has given me a choice.

Become his plaything...

Or watch him destroy my family.

I have signed to be his loyal slave and he my master. I have signed away freedom. What have I done? I have taken off my clothes as he's asked. Am shaking, naked in front of him.
"Lay on the table." He orders. I obey. I don't argue. I can't argue.
"Spread your legs open." His voice, a caress, yet firm. I shakily obey. My legs timidly spread before him. The cold air drifts to me.
"Now, Andria, touch yourself. Touch yourself until you moan."
I look at him shocked. I have never done that before...
"Do you want to rescind on your decision?" He asks, darkly...
I swallow. I don't want to. My body tenses, but I ease it. I shut my eyes. Allow his voice carry me, as one finger tentatively slides into my dark underwear.
Slow. Shaky. I apply soft strokes...circles. I touch my folds. I let out a moan..

On my coronation night, my beloved Alpha placed the Luna’s crown upon my head and declared before everyone, “From this day on, you are my Luna.”

When I awoke, I lay in a ruined room without windows. My wrists were scarred from cuts, and my account held nothing but debt.

Worse, my wolf had vanished along with my husband.

Searching for him, I entered a man-eating parking garage, walked into a monster-run barbecue restaurant, and cleared away the garbage monsters had left throughout the city.

On the way, an aristocratic scientist burned the data for me. As he was marched to the tribunal, he smiled and told me not to look back.

A marshal revered by millions tore off his own insignia and shielded me from every gun barrel across the dome.

I always thought I had let them down.

Only when I reached the end of the world did that familiar figure finally turn around. As tenderly as before, he asked,

“My lily, do you still love me?”

Every person I had met who loved me had been him all along.

He was also the one who had turned this world into a wasteland.

And I was once the only person in the world who had nearly killed him.

The Astra Devils will never let her go.

Omari's world shattered when her mother married the Astra Pack's alpha, binding her to triplet stepbrothers Paxton, Leighton, and Ashton - her marked mates. But a shocking betrayal severed their bond, forcing Omari to run.

Now, they're back, and their darkness is more alluring than ever. The Astra Devils will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Torn between the memories of their past and the temptation of their forbidden love, Omari must decide: Will she surrender to the Devils once more, or will she escape their grasp for good?

Clinton has always loved his childhood friend Celine, but she’s set her sights on Cloud Smith, a perfect billionaire CEO. Hoping to win her over, Clinton takes a job as Cloud’s bodyguard, planning to find his flaws. But as he spends time with Cloud, he discovers a different side of him—kind, vulnerable, and carrying a dark secret. Torn between exposing Cloud’s past or protecting him, Clinton uncovers a shocking betrayal by Celine. Now, he faces a choice: Does he continue to fight for a love that’s never been real, or will he risk everything to protect the man he’s falling for?

Celia harbored a forbidden crush on her brother Lex, a secret that destroyed her life. Locked in a hidden prison camp on the border of Switzerland, she suffered abuse, illness and despair, even losing her voice. Lex, trapped by threats and lies, spent half a year in agony before discovering the terrible truth. He avenged her and ended the evil reign of his father. Yet they learned they were not blood relatives. Faced with Celia’s deep trauma and lingering fear, Lex chooses to wait patiently. Can love mend the scars left by hell?

Plot

Maureen and her brother Lancelot were the children of the Beta male and female both love each other like every sibling. Suddenly things changed when Lancelot turned eighteen, he began acting strange and wanted his sister to stay away from him which broke his sister's heart. In an angry frenzy, he nearly killed his sister while trying to make her stay away from him.
He had to insist and told his parents he wanted to go to a nearby pack to train further in order to be a good Beta.
While in coma from her brother's attack, Maureen had a strange dream where she was told both her and Lance had a great destiny ahead of them. Lancelot returned years later shortly before his sister's eighteenth birthday. On the day of his sister's eighteenth birthday he called her 'Mate' in the presence of everyone.

It caused a lot of frenzy as they became the talk of the whole pack. The color of Maureen's wolf also became a concern. Her wolf was pure gold, so much that if she stood without moving, she would be taken for a golden statue.

Seeing Lancelot in so much pain, the Beta female and Luna decided to tell both Lancelot and Maureen the truth about Maureen's true birth.

The Luna was raped during one of their many trips by an unknown person who kidnapped her from right under their nose. Because Luna was against abortion, she had to keep the baby against everybody's will.

Knowing the truth that they weren't really siblings, Lancelot and Maureen decided to find Maureen's real root and why she was different from all other wolves.

A lot of other hidden truths were revealed and their true purpose was revealed and achieved but not without a lot of pain.

Emily Hart just landed the dream job: personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire.
Naturally, she celebrated the only way she knew how—club lights, thumping beats, a killer dress, and shots flowing until reality blurred and pleasure took the wheel.
Then he happened. Dominic Steele. Billionaire boss. Ruthless in the boardroom. Untamed in the bedroom.
He saw her—hips swaying, lips smirking, black dress clinging like a second skin—and didn't ask for a name. He just took. One night. One filthy, breathless, back-arching night. No promises. No names. Just raw heat and moans that echoed past midnight.
Monday morning changed everything. The man who had made her beg without words now stood behind a glass desk in a tailored suit. She was his new secretary, unable to meet his gaze without remembering how he'd made her scream.
She thought he was cocky as hell. He thought she was the sweetest kind of chaos.
Then came the unexpected. A missed period. Suddenly, it was no longer just business. It was Daddy, please...

My online BDSM master is my boss?


"My perfect little sub," he murmured huskily against my lips, his voice thick with desire as he continued to explore the depths of my mouth with his tongue. He reached over to turn off the running water. In a smooth motion, he effortlessly lifted me and settled me onto the slightly elevated sink.
"Raise your shirt." his voice was a low command. I complied without hesitation, lifting the fabric slowly until it gathered just below my belly button.
My pussy was in full view now and he stared at it, appearing completely enamored by my body.
"Now, hug your legs," he directed firmly.
I took in a deep breath and followed his instruction, pulling my legs in and forming them into a shape M that exposed my most intimate self to him.


In this very spicy but intriguing novel, Levi and Isabella navigate a delicate balance between professional expectations and hidden desires when they discover their online BDSM connection is with each other. As they delve into a complex dance of power, betrayal and intimacy, they find solace, healing, and unexpected love in each other's arms, transcending the boundaries of their professional lives. But what happens when an unexpected enemy comes into the picture? Can Levi protect the woman he loves most in the world or is it all about dominance to him?

Chloe never imagined she would become the prisoner of a Mafia heir.

Vincent Romano, 28, is one of the most prominent heirs of the Romano family.

Cold. Dominant. Dangerous.

Even more dangerous is the incurable hereditary disease that is slowly consuming him and other members of his family.

And Chloe just happens to be the only person who might be able to change that.

He forces her to stay by his side, keeping her under constant watch and restricting her every move—all to obtain the research her mother left behind.

She hates his control. She hates herself even more for being unable to escape.

But with every dangerous encounter between them, the man who should have frightened her slowly becomes the one person she cannot bear to lose.

He begins to lose control because of her.

And she begins to fall in love with her captor.

Until the secrets her mother left behind slowly begin to surface.

Chloe finally discovers that her connection to the Romano family runs far deeper—and stretches much further back—than she ever imagined.

Her blood. Her identity. And the research that has haunted the family for generations…

It turns out their connection began long before they ever met.

Eliana Duke was forced to marry her ex, Kyle Hudson, by the man she loved passionately.
As a human, she had no idea the man she was attached to was a beastly werewolf- The Alpha of the Crimson Heart Pack, Alpha Denzel Reynolds.
He came to kill her initially. But upon seeing that she is a human and so younger than him.
He couldn’t do it.
So he decided to separate her from his life entirely by forcing her to marry Kyle, forgetting all the promises, the beautiful talks he once made with her.
But, could it stop the attraction of the mate-bond?
Can the distances kill the love she once had for the Alpha and devote to her husband?

"Your body wants this, you are just stubborn. Allow me to bring you mind-blowing orgasms that will make you undergo spasms." I said, sliding another finger into her V-Opening a bit to locate her G-spot.
Isabel and Mavis nursed a secret crush for each other in high school, but they never expected to be forced into such close quarters as step siblings.
They suddenly find themselves sharing a roof and try to navigate the complex emotions they've been trying to suppress for years.
They must decide whether to give in to their feelings or fight to resist them.
Can they keep their relationship a secret, or will it be exposed for the world to see?
And what will happen when their parents find out?
WARNING: This story contains explicit and mature content.