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I have once killed a man.
He was my first love. Everything about him was like a dream come true until my blindness was lifted, and I realised he was my greatest mistake.
Eugene would beat me to a stupor, yet I played the role of a happy wife on the outside. I had lost two pregnancies because of him, but I hoped he would change. He promised to. He would buy me tons of gifts to apologise, yet he always returned to being the beast he was the very next night.
I could tell no one about the unexpected turn my relationship with Eugene had taken because no one would believe me.
Even when I escaped and ran to an old lady for help, he made me look like the villain.
I had lost hope. I was seven months into my third pregnancy when he tore my skin with a blade. I struggled and struggled until I stabbed him mercilessly.
That should have been my happy ending.
I gave birth to my child and started a new life in a new place.
Like a new dawn, my life was finally becoming perfect... until I woke up to see my daughter drowning in the bathtub.
Written on the mirror was a message in blood.
'I'm back.'
Now, he haunts my baby every night, and I wake up covered in bruises as though he abuses me in my sleep.
I reported every incident to the police, but even though there were clues, no one could find him.
However, in my lowest moment, only Detective Dorian stood by me. He was the only one who made me feel safe.
And he promised to help me catch the person behind my misfortunes.

I was supposed to be the best man, but when the bride ran away, I was forced to walk down the aisle and marry the arrogant billionaire I despised the most.

The hall was breathtaking. White lilies, crystal chandeliers, and rows of expectant faces waiting for my sister. Instead, they got me. I walked down the aisle with a single flower, a smug grin on my face hiding the absolute panic tearing through my chest.

At the altar stood Rowan Hale. Always perfect. Always in control. Except right now, his hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He was furious.

By the time I reached him, his patience had evaporated. He grabbed my hand in a bone-crushing grip that almost made me swear in front of the priest.

"You sure took your time crawling up here," Rowan whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Who do you think you are to keep me waiting?"

I managed a sickeningly bright smile. "I didn't know you were this eager to marry me."

I thought he would punch me. I wanted him to. We had been rivals for years, hating each other's guts in the entertainment industry. But instead, his cool mask fell back into place. He slid the heavy wedding band onto my finger, his thumb deliberately pressing into my skin.

"Smile," Rowan whispered against my ear, his breath hot and sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Don't want anyone to think you're doing this against your will."

"That wouldn't be further from the truth," I retorted, trying to pull away.

But Rowan’s hand curled completely around my waist, his grip possessive and unyielding. "You will do as you're told, husband."

I thought this fake marriage was just a business deal. I thought we would divorce in a year. But when he dragged me into the hotel penthouse that night and locked the door behind us... I realized Rowan Hale had no intention of ever letting me go.

All Blair Manson wanted was a fresh start and the freedom to build a better future for herself and her struggling mother. Instead, her dream transfer to prestigious St. Louis Academy spirals into a nightmare when she crosses paths with Tristan Thompson — the untouchable hockey prince whose ego she publicly bruises on her very first day.

Now trapped by the academy’s most feared and revered bad boy, Blair must fight to reclaim her freedom. But Tristan has other plans. He needs her brilliant mind to help him win a high-stakes, dangerous bet tied to the legendary “1973 Vanguard” — the academy’s elite, cutthroat hockey team rumored to operate under secret rules that blur the line between sport and power games.

She’s hard to get. She hates him with every fiber of her being.
Yet the one person she tried desperately to avoid becomes the one who shatters her peace — and slowly begins to steal her heart.

He holds something precious over her head, something she cannot afford to lose. His condition? Thirty days living in his mansion as his personal live-in tutor.

In a world of power, betrayal, and forbidden desire, Blair will discover that the line between hate and obsession is thinner than she ever imagined — and that sometimes the bully who breaks you is the only one who can put you back together.

Rubby Sandwood, a 20-year-old orphan, lost her parents at a young age and was taken by her by Alex Manchester, a werewolf slave driver. Alex was not kind to Rubby and maltreated her. Chelse, a blind and sensitive girl, saved Rubby twice and they began looking out for each other.

What happened when Silver Airstong, a powerful Alpha, come to Ruby’s rescue only to neglect her in his pack because she was a mare Omega

With silvers twin brother hot on his tale willing to capture Rubby to use as a leverage against him, will Silver finally put his mate above everything else?…

She was supposed to be powerless.

Everyone told her so: her family, her pack, and society itself.
Ravenna Vale was the mistake, the outcast, the shadow they were all ashamed to acknowledge.

But when her hidden power awakened, everything changed.

The Alpha wants her obedience.
The Council wants her compliance.
Her family wants her silence.

And Ravenna?
She wants none of it.

When a hidden Lycan discovers that she's not only powerful, but also unstoppable, she refuses to bow to anyone.
Not her family. Not the Pack. Not destiny.

She will rewrite the rules of their world.

This is the story of the woman who chose to become the feared Alpha, not the one they wanted her to be.

Welcome to HER reckoning.

I gave up five years of my marriage for nothing.

My son is dead. He died on his fifth birthday, waiting for his father to come home. But instead of his dad, a car accident took him. And his father? He was a thousand miles away, with another woman.

For five years, I put up with my husband's coldness and his family's constant humiliation. I thought having a child would melt his icy heart. I was wrong—so terribly, laughably wrong.

He couldn't even focus at our son's funeral—his eyes were only for his old flame, his "true love." It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that he finally shed those fake tears of regret. But it was too late. My child was gone. My love had died. And soon, I would be gone too.

This marriage, this whole life—it's all been one big joke. I just want to find my son as soon as I can. To tell him that his mother never gave up on him. To promise him that in another world, we'll never be apart again.

Seven years ago, Ronan Blackwood—Alpha of the Beastman Clan—endured 999 lashes and defied the Council's exile to bond with me, a human.

He swore before the gods I'd be his only mate, forever.

But when his childhood sweetheart Camilla was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he dissolved our soul-bond at the Underground Court.

Then he handed me a glowing vial—the Seven-Day Oblivion.

"Sia, I need seven days to give Camilla a proper bonding ceremony before she dies. This potion will make you forget me temporarily. No pain, no memories. After the ceremony, you'll take the antidote and love me again. Then we'll re-bond."

He promised this separation was temporary. That I'd still be his only true mate.

What he didn't know: the potion was forbidden. There was no antidote.

I stared into those amber eyes that once bled for me—and swallowed it anyway.

In seven days, I'll forget him completely.

I died on my birthday.

While kidnappers shattered my limbs and violated me to death, my family was throwing a grand party for my sister Chloe—yes, we shared the same birthday, but only hers was worth celebrating.

I called my father for help. He sneered and hung up: "Stop using this pathetic kidnapping stunt to ruin Chloe's birthday."

I called my fiancé Mark. He said with disgust: "If you're going to die, do it somewhere far away."

In the final second before the flames consumed me, I finally understood—

I was never loved in this family.

And now that I'm truly dead, now that they've discovered Chloe hired those men to kill me, now that the truth has been exposed to the world...

Will they regret it?

Or will they, as always, continue to favor Chloe and blame everything on me—the dead one?

The day the promotion list went public, a photo popped up in the company's all-staff Slack channel.
In the photo, my profile nearly overlapped with a scantily dressed girl, the background a dimly lit Manhattan nightclub.
Immediately after, Brad added a caption:
[No wonder Harper landed Richard's M&A deal. Last night's 'overtime' must have been rough, huh?]
Less than ten seconds after he sent it, the message still hung there in the channel. No retraction.
The chat that had just been flooding with "congrats Harper" messages went dead silent.
In my past life, my head buzzed. I thought no one would take such a cheap joke seriously.
But within two days, the company's internal anonymous forum exploded with accusations, complete with photos and "proof."
They said I slept with clients to win the merger deal. That I secured my full-time offer by sleeping my way up. That my personal life was a mess, that I was trash.
My mother collapsed from a heart attack when she heard. She never woke up.
Later, my promotion was revoked. HR suspended me for "damaging company reputation."
I was slut-shamed, radioactive across the entire finance industry — no firm on the Street would touch me.
Within a month, I spiraled from depression to sleepless nights, and finally jumped from the rooftop of my Brooklyn apartment.
Before I lost consciousness, my phone was still buzzing.
"Did they fire her yet? People like that don't belong on Wall Street."
When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the blinking Slack messages on my screen.

I found a black lace panty under my husband's car. Black lace. Definitely not mine.
Three months. That's how long he'd been telling everyone he was done with herm, telling his mom, telling our friends, telling me. I actually believed him. I thought we were finally okay.
Then I found the dash cam footage from the night before, and I heard him tell his buddy he'd never once felt anything real with me. Not in ten years. Not once.
So yeah. He came home. He just never really left her.
I didn't scream. I didn't confront him. Found her address off his phone.Brought a cake and a bottle of wine like I actually gave a damn.
Had my assistant livestream the whole thing.
The second that door opened, half a million people watched me hand him that cake.
"Surprise. Bet you weren't expecting this."

On the night of Reeve’s birthday, I drove to his family’s coastal estate with a premium ribeye and a bottle of Pinot Noir, ready to give him a romantic surprise.
But the rug was shifted three inches, and a single drop of dark blood hid in the floorboards. Before I could run, a gun barrel pressed against the back of my head.
The man was impeccably dressed and terrifyingly calm. Upstairs in my bathtub lay the corpse of his pregnant wife.
He ordered me to help him dispose of the body and cover up the crime. My only thought was to stall until my husband got home.
That is, until he spoke—and revealed the root of this massacre. Everything was my husband's fault.

"Camille! Get over here!" my husband Arthur screamed, clutching his mistress tightly in his arms.
In my past life, he charged into the flames to save her—while I burned alive trying to save him.
The moment I died, he wasted no time using my life insurance money to throw her the wedding of the century, right at my family's winery.
This life?
"I'm going to get help," I said, and walked away.
Behind me, something massive came crashing down. His scream tore through the smoke.
I didn't look back.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

(From 'When His Wolves Sing' comes another epic tale)

"What Is Fate, Alpha Of Alphas?"

Fate:

In the heart of the training grounds, the Alpha of all Alphas stood, his presence commanding and his aura crackling with electricity. With his black hair billowing behind him like a cape, he fixated on a mysterious figure that materialized before him. As his eyes transformed, reflecting the colors of his father's Wolves, his Beta's urgent question fell on deaf ears. Without hesitation, he aimed his wolfsbane arrow at the target, his wolf battling for control. Against the pleas of his inner beast, he released the arrow, piercing the heart of his prey. The aftermath left him shattered, consumed by guilt and sorrow.

But Fate had more in store for him.

As he knelt, broken and weeping, his Lycan roared within him, demanding answers. The Alpha Of Alphas, rising to his feet, faced the lifeless form before him. Tears streaming down his face, he addressed his Beta, speaking softly of the cruel twist of fate that had befallen him. Forty years without a mate, only to be granted one by the Luna Goddess herself-a fierce Tiger, and not just any Tiger, but his sworn enemy.

And then, a voice emerged from the shadows.

A child.

Fate just got a whole lot more badass.

Following a fabricated assault case, my husband had me committed to a psychiatric hospital to quash public outcry.
After five years locked away, my sight finally returned.
I was overjoyed and ready to share the news with Richard—only to find he had long betrayed me, carrying on an affair with my half-sister.T
he entire ordeal was a setup from the beginning. They framed me, poisoned me to rob me of my sight, and even turned my own son against me, making him call that woman "Mom".
For every lie and wound they inflicted, I will make that despicable pair pay the ultimate price.

“You don’t love me, do you?” Luke whispered, pinning my wrists above my head.

His body pressed mine into the bed, hot, heavy, inescapable. His mouth brushed my ear, gentle enough to feel like a kiss, cruel enough to feel like punishment.

“It’s okay,” he murmured.“Your body is mine.”

I left Luke Morrison unconscious in an ICU eight years ago and rebuilt myself in London—elite auctioneer, an ocean between me and the past.

Then my brother's condition crashed. I'm back in Pennsylvania, standing behind an auction podium at his company's charity gala.

A little boy runs through the crowd and wraps his arms around me: "Mama, you came back."

"Daddy shows me pictures every day," Asher says.

Every. Single. Day. How long has this been going on?

Luke's watching with ice-cold eyes. The bullied boy I left behind? Gone. Replaced by a tech billionaire who makes predators look soft.

"Get in," he says. Not a request.

Then he takes me back to his home.

His penthouse is frozen in time—the art I chose, the books I organized. Our past preserved like he's been waiting.

"You owe me eight years, Mia," he says, showing me the scar. "The girl who watched them destroy me and did nothing. This time, you don't run."

When he fucks me, it's worship and punishment. Making me pay for every day I was gone.

"I've waited eight years for this. Every breath you take belongs to me."

He's not just possessive. He's broken. And Asher is the perfect weapon to keep me trapped.

Imagine enduring three years of humiliation at the hands of a woman for whom you sacrificed everything. After catching his wife in bed with another man, right in their matrimonial home, Davis deeply regretted selling his house and depleting his savings to cover her surgery costs three years ago when she was diagnosed with a rare ailment.

His misfortune doubled when he lost his job shortly after and had to move into his wife's parents' house. There, Davis endured countless humiliations as he struggled with unemployment and financial difficulties. In the middle of the night, his wife sent him packing with just a suitcase and an empty pocket.

That very night, Davis encountered a mysterious man who bestowed upon him an equally mysterious ring. With this ring, Davis discovered an extraordinary ability: the power to read minds. Soon after, he crossed paths with a terminally ill trillionaire and struck a unique deal.

For three months, Davis became the contracted husband of the dying trillionaire, with the promise of inheriting 60% of her vast wealth and assets upon her eventual passing from cancer.

Now, Davis is back, stronger, wealthier, and armed with the remarkable ability to read minds. His primary goal? To exact revenge on everyone who once made him feel inferior, starting with Madeline and her family.

She gave him three years. He gave her nothing but silence.
For three years, she endured a loveless marriage, clinging to the hope that one day he would choose her. But the moment his first love returned, he didn't hesitate. He cast her aside without a second glance. Even her final, desperate question couldn't make him stay.
So she walked away, burying her love along with their past.
What he didn't know: she was carrying his child.
What she didn't expect: his first love's fans would stalk her, run her car off the road, and nearly kill her and the baby.
And when the public turned her into the villain, calling her the "other woman" , he helped spread the lie. To protect the woman he truly loved.
Years later, she signs the final divorce papers from a hospital bed, ready to erase him from her life forever.
That's when the untouchable CEO breaks.
In front of everyone, he falls to his knees, his voice trembling as he begs her not to leave him.
He once let her go without regret.
Now, he will do anything to have her back.
But some wounds don't heal.
And some love stories don't deserve a second chance.

My mate walked out of our son’s birthday party for his old flame.
Then he gave her child the protection charm he had made for ours.
So I gave my son thirty days to stop waiting for a father who never came.
On day twenty-eight, Eli looked Gavin in the eye and called him Alpha.
On day thirty, our mate bond would be gone.
Gavin thought we would always be there when he came home.
He didn’t start chasing us until our plane was already in the sky.

For the sake of my marriage, I turned down a promotion and became the perfect wife and mother.
When my six-year-old son was rushed to the ER with an asthma attack in the dead of night, I sat vigil until dawn.
What I didn't expect was to hear my husband, just outside the emergency room doors, bragging to a friend about his mistress — and sneering that I was "bland and boring."
What hurt worse: my own son had been bought off by the other woman, and was now faking illness with practiced ease to cover for his father's affair.
My husband's scheming, my son's betrayal — seven years of devotion, ground into the dirt.
In that moment, something inside me died for good.
If this family is a filthy, lie-riddled con, then I'm taking back every ounce of love and sacrifice I ever poured into it. And I'm not looking back.

My five-year-old son, Emrys, was poisoned by the deadly "Silver Eclipse." The only cure, Moonbloom Serum, had been seized entirely by my husband, Corvin, to save it for his nine-month-pregnant mistress, Melisande.
He froze all my bank accounts, forcing me to pawn the ring that symbolized my status as Luna and brave the dangerous black market just to secure the antidote.
But by the time I rushed back to the hospital, covered in blood, my child’s organs had already failed. He was gone.
When I threw the death certificate and divorce papers in Corvin’s face in despair, he just looked at me with mockery, accusing me of using our own flesh and blood to put on an act for his attention.
At that moment, all my love for him died completely. I took my son’s ashes, left the Ashmere pack, and decisively severed a mate bond that had tied us together for years...

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

“Open for me baby...” he begged me, and I'm undone.

His hand is between my legs, and again he started caressing me, every part, in and out like he wanted to know all of me. I think that never in my life a man touched me like this.

But Ethan was determined, he started rubbing, pushing, and I couldn't help myself as I cried in pleasure, arching my back and trembling. My hands are pressed in his back, my nails digging.

He pushed one finger inside of me, out and in, rubbing with his thumb in that place that made me crazy. He just kept going at it, making my insides climb higher and higher, until I was ready to my climax.

“Ethan my god…” I moan, unable to speak.

I was too busy breathing and moaning trying to hold myself together. I cried out, pushing my core against his hand because I wanted more and more.


What would you do if the man who destroyed your life showed up again?

Priscilla finds that the important new client at her job is her childhood and her first crush... but the man who haunted her teenage years.

She clearly heard him say… “"Why would you want to go out with that... girl? You want to be a joke? Unless you like girls... way overweight... like a little pig,"...and that's when the nightmare started.

But now Ethan returns and does nothing but hunt down Priscilla.

Will she be able to forget what he did? Can she run away from Ethan? What's his sudden interest in her after all this time?

"You, my dear, will be going to help us to decide that. You will pick a king."

"Say what now?"

"I'm not going to repeat it since I know that you have heard me."

"Fine! You want me to decide?! Nate!" I pointed to prince Nathaniel, if I remember correctly. He was slightly taken aback and a confused expression was replaced. "Do you want to be a king?"

"I...uh...Yes?" He said. Unsure of his answer. It made me wonder if the expression on my face had forced him to say yes.

"Good. Then you'll be the king.

"What!? But that's not how you decide it!" PRINCE Ace said.

"Fine! You're all kings. In fact, we ALL can be kings!"


She's Rosalie Amber Stan. A simple teenage girl, who made a wish to have a more adventurous life, was a victim of an abduction by the Fae queen to a different realm. She was brought to a castle with 5 supernatural princes, who are fighting for the throne. The queen gave her a task to be the one to choose the future heir to their kingdom. Little did she know that the queen only wanted one thing from her and the princes: Romance.

Between a sparkly wizard, a rude obnoxious elf, a flirty vampire, and a couple of twin trouble-making wolf princes; Is there really a right choice?

And why is there a wolf spirit, who suddenly awakened upon sensing her arrival, kept stalking her?

A romantic-comedy in 'another world' with a quirky-temperamental female heroine learning the culture of this new fantasy world.

Pure, undiluted erotica stories to leave you scrolling to read more.
Some fantasies are too dirty to keep hidden. This collection of short, steamy stories is all about the kind of desire that keeps you up at bothered, breathless and hot- dark, forbidden, and completely irresistible.
No rules. No shame. Just pure, unfiltered pleasure.
Are you ready to give in?
*My Stepfather
*My Stepbrother
*My Stepson
*My Husband's Brother
*Student and Professor
*Human and Werewolf
*Forbidden Garden(RH)
*Forbidden Church
*Daddy's Friend
*Friend's Daddy
*Mom's Fiancé
*Fiancé's Daddy
*The Last Virgin

He was silent while he held his stare on me and then he growled as worry flash through his green eyes, “Why?”
“I am in love with someone else and I am not leaving him for someone that I don’t care about.” “I am not going to date you or get to know you.”


Sianna and Curtis are high school sweethearts. Thinking that their love could conquer all obstacles, they vowed to reject their mates and be together. Sianna met her mate and rejected him. But When Curtis met his mate, he cheated and lied to Sianna instead. Broken-hearted, Sianna found comfort in someone else's arms, her Alpha, and they had a one night stand.
Now what happens when the Alpha does not want to let Sianna go? How far will the Alpha go to keep her? Should she forgive and honor her promise to Curtis or take her chances with the possessive Alpha? Will Curtis be able to redeem himself and get his Sianna back?

My name is Elle.
I am a beta female, but I live like an omega. Sometimes I don't even know what's better for me. I hoped that when I turned 18 my life would change. But everything got worse. At the age of 18, every werewolf knows his wolf. My wolf did not appear. In the last year I was simply wolfless. My mate rejected me and he is my the biggest nightmare.
But it is said that hope dies last, so until the last moment of my life I will believe that something good is prepared for me in this world as well.
Like I said, I'm Elle Parker. In the eyes of some, the most insignificant omega. But is that really the case?
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I would like to believe that this is possible. Moon Goddess ... can I get my rejection back? Please...
I take a deep breath, look up to the sky and hopefully say:
"I alpha Brandon Taylor take back my rejection and accept you Elle Parker as my mate, as my luna, as anythig you want to be in my life. I TAKE IT BACK!"
Then I fall to my knees crying. I feel a huge pain in my chest that seems to suffocate me, I lie down on the ground and close my eyes feeling how I slowly start to faint but not before hearing just like in a dream a warm and tender voice.
"I, Moon Goddess, accept your request!"

A contemporary mash-up retelling of Cinderella and Romeo and Juliet.

Ella Sinders is content to toil away as a graphic designer for her father's company in the attic taking orders from her stepmother, until an accidental phone call opens her eyes to the lies she’s been told. Now, she’s desperate to reach the man on the other end of the line to see if they can build a life together. However, the discovery that the one she’s falling for is the son of her father’s sworn enemy makes that seem impossible
Rome Verona wants nothing more than to make a name for himself in Hollywood. His father might be a big name movie producer, but Rome wants to build his own legacy. When an accidental phone call leads him to the daughter of his father’s nemesis, Rome will do whatever it takes to find Ella and set her free, even if it means giving up everything he’s worked so hard for.
Can these star-crossed lovers survive fate and make a life together?

For all the little girls who grew up wondering what happens after the prince kisses the girl—this is the story they never told you.
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Locked in her frozen tower, Bella dreamed of warmth, of touch, of freedom and of love. Cursed with the power of ice and snow, she’s spent her life alone. A secret they tried to protect the world from. Her only escape comes in the form of the books she reads. Stories of heat, desire, and the kind of love that could melt even her frostbitten heart.
Damien is the Beast. A dragon King with a temper forged in flame and a soul hollowed by duty. The world fears him. The people call him a monster. But beneath the scales and the rage lies a man who has never been touched by love.
When frost meets fire, the world shatters. She was never meant to leave her tower. He was never meant to find her. But destiny doesn’t bow to kings or care for cages and now the question burns through them both: Can Bella have her Beast? Or will the girl of snow melt in the heat of his desire?

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"I’m keeping her."
"What?"
Before I can react, he scoops her up. Her small body fits easily in the cradle of his talons. For a split second, she looks startled, but not afraid. Her hand rests against one scaled finger, and she stares up at him with that same curious wonder, as though she’s already forgotten she was ever meant to fear me.
"Put her down," I try to command, panic threading through my thoughts. "You’ll hurt her."
"She’s ours," the beast insists, possessive and fierce. "Our snowflake."

Kaima never imagined that a simple departmental bonfire night could change so much in her life. She had been focused on her studies, content with the occasional laughter shared with Chelsea and the reliable presence of Chuma. But then came Obinna, the charming, confident third-year student who seemed to have an effortless way of pulling people into his orbit. Their friendship had grown quickly, from casual chats after lectures to late-night calls and study sessions that felt a little too personal. It was all fun and games until emotions started creeping in, making it harder to define what they really were to each other.

A book about young love, family and friendships.

Warning: Mature Content
“Karan, what are you doing?” I asked while he took me backstage.
He stopped at a dark corner where hardly anything can be seen. He pushed me towards the wall and put his hands on the wall caging me between them.
I looked into his eyes. He has mischievous smirk on his face. He came closed towards me. I could feel his body heat. Then he leaned forward to my neck. My heart was beating thousand of miles and breathing was fast.
His lips brushed on my neck as he spoke “why did you think I have sent them away? Hmmm.”


Falling in love is easy, but keeping that love is not that easy. Karan is an entrepreneur who is hard working. Because of his heartbreak, he dedicated himself to his work and never looked back after that. After successfully becoming a billionaire on his own, he decided to get married. But the girl he was married to was the girl who he think, had mercilessly smashed his heart under her feet.
Amayra is a content writer in a financial magazine who values her relationships.
She was always dedicated to work and never wanted to get married. After tasting the bitter taste of betrayal, she was left broken and never wanted to be in any kind of relationship. But she again entered into a relationship. And this time it was marriage. But with the same person.
They both fell in love obviously. but wait they fell in love during their college days.
and now after five years, they are enemies, while both were madly in love with each other.
But why do not want to see each other faces, not even tolerate another person's presence? what happened during these five years or five years ago.
Why did they betray each other if they were madly in love?
READ MORE AND FIND OUT

Two packs. One big problem.

A rivalry between two packs that has been ongoing for many years has to be put aside when they discover they are both suffering the same fate — Mysterious deaths with no trace.

It goes on and on until a prophecy reveals that the destiny of a special young girl is intertwined with that of the alpha of the rival pack. A prophecy that is the only way to curb the mysterious activities in both territories.

But both individuals do not seem ready to put aside the differences between them until fate starts to bind them together...

Alessandro, a disciplined presidential bodyguard, is assigned to protect Isabelle, the president's rebellious daughter.
One night, he crosses a line he was never meant to cross and is found in her bed, exposed to the media and the machinery of power.
What should have remained a professional duty turns into a dangerous obsession.
Isabelle is determined to sabotage her father's re-election, even if it means manufacturing scandals to bring him down.
As the campaign intensifies, long-buried secrets surface. Her mother's suspicious death. Manipulation behind the election. A lethal plot tied to her fiancé's family. Rumors spread, friendships collapse, and public opinion becomes a weapon.
When the president is brought before the court, Isabelle finally understands.
That night was not a mistake.
It was the moment every conspiracy truly began.

Zoya, a university student with aspirations of becoming an actress, manages to score an audition that offers her the opportunity to co-star alongside Olivia, her longtime celebrity crush. As the two spend more time working together, they find themselves developing strong feelings for each other.

I straddled him on the big bed with my mouth not leaving his and my fingers feverishly working on the buttons of his shirt fighting the need bursting forth in my as his hand wandered my thighs, working its way in between them agitating the flesh between my thighs. Stroking feathery in circular motion around my soaking wet panties before they coasted over to my boobs, squeezing the mound before he found the hook freeing them from the trapping bra. Another moan sounded in my throat as his lips worked on the hardened nipples.


A simple lie turns complicated when Ellen Evans switches places with her identical twin sister, Elena. This has her wiggling into the ruthless Prince Sebastian's bed. Things grow complicated now she is marked by her twin sister’s mate but what happens when the truth surfaces the next morning?

Prince Sebastian's life takes a different turn when his path crosses with Ellen's. Things grow even more complicated when he realizes Ellen is pregnant with his child but worse, Ellen is nowhere to be found.

Catherine Lane doesn’t believe in love. Not after the divorce that shattered her family—or the silence her father left behind. Focused, brilliant, and emotionally guarded, she builds walls no one gets past. Especially not at Statham Enterprise, New York’s most cutthroat corporate empire.

Erik Statham doesn’t have time for distractions. Ruthless in business, cold by design, he built his empire by staying detached. But when Catherine storms into his world—sharp-tongued, unapologetic, and smarter than anyone else in the room—she threatens everything he thought he wanted… and everything he’s afraid to feel.

What begins as a power struggle explodes into a slow-burn, high-stakes romance laced with betrayal, obsession, and the kind of passion that scars.

But when rivals conspire, secrets unravel, and trust is shattered, Catherine must decide what she wants more: revenge—or a chance to rise from the wreckage on her own terms.

A dark, emotional, and seductive workplace romance where love isn’t a weakness—it’s the final move.

Seventeen-year-old Rowan Ashford has spent her entire life as a human scholarship student at Thornhaven Academy, surrounded by werewolves who barely tolerate her existence. She's learned to stay invisible, keep her head down, and never, ever get involved in pack politics. But when she wakes up after a campus party with strange silver markings on her skin and no memory of the night before, everything changes.....

Hera North, blueblood, highschool senior, eccentric and cynic living without parental control in her family's mansion in the dusty town of Novadale just started investigating her parents' strange disappearance when she crosses paths with Czar Blackwell, a hacker and private eye who never reveals his identity, always wears a hood, and occasionally, a mask, to hide his face.

After her attempts at seducing a friend she thinks is attracted to her fails and she has to search for him in the woods, in nothing but a lingerie set, she sees the hooded figure who she noticed had begun stalking her earlier that morning… Definitely not the kind of impression she would have liked to make on anyone. Especially someone with a curious fixation with watching her.

A few days later, when she breaks into the house of a suspect in her parents' disappearance, she sees the same man at the gates, watching. On getting there, he's gone. But a note is waiting: "Your attempts are pitiful at best," followed by the link to a secure, encrypted messaging website.

The days following would see her and Czar investigating her parents' disappearance together, brainstorming over long chats, Czar trailing her like a shadow while she gets increasingly drawn to the cold, detached, ruthlessly efficient detective, spinning the web for an obsession

But who is he? Why is he helping her? And who took her parents? What do they want from them and her? Czar is definitely hiding more than his identity... But will this information tear them apart once revealed? Unexplained deaths, kidnaps and the rumours of a serial killer on the loose has Novadale in a daze. It seems like the sleepy little town is starting to wake…

Jacinta a 21yrs old girl finds herself working as a bar tender after losing all her father's wealth to her greedy arrogant uncle. She stops schooling to fend for her little sister. She is later employed in a very big company as the pa of the boss whom they are not in good terms since their first encounter. Little did she know that she shares a very big secret with the boss, concerning their previous life.

As the son of a retired football legend and the twin brother of his college team’s star quarterback, Xavier Hunt is expected to live and breathe football. The world doesn’t understand why he rides the bench — but for Xavier, the game was never his dream. Football is his father’s legacy and his brother’s passion, not his own. He on the team to make them happy. The only place he truly feels alive is under stage lights, performing music with his band far away from expectations.

Hailey has her life carefully planned. She may not love everything about college, but she excels where it matters — her studies and her relationship with her boyfriend, Ryan. Determined to keep her perfect world intact, she tolerates parties and social circles she would rather avoid, including and limited to the presence of Xavier Hunt, the one person who constantly challenges her patience and disrupts her peace. To her, Xavier is arrogant, reckless, and dangerously good at exposing cracks she refuses to acknowledge.

When an unexpected twist forces them to work together, rivalry turns into reluctant understanding. Late nights, shared secrets, and moments neither of them planned begin to blur the line between hatred and attraction. Soon, Xavier and Hailey must confront what they truly want — and whether the feelings they swore never existed are worth risking everything they thought defined them.

Arielle never imagined one night could change everything.

Now she’s carrying a secret, one that could destroy her best friend, ruin her life… and awaken a dangerous desire in the man she was never supposed to want.
Secrets, lies, forbidden attraction and a ticking countdown to the truth.

One wrong decision, and nothing will ever be the same.

She's wounded. He can't let her die. They find more than help in the nearest town.Rhys decides to abort their mission and seek a healer. This puts them on a path to intersect the scourge of the land.Not at full strength, Kiera confronts her father. But will it be with words or her sword?As the Curse approaches its climax, the brothers realize they must combine their abilities to escape with their lives.

Jaxon Gray is New York's hottest businessman, gangster and mafia king. A terrifyingly harsh man that claims to be 'impossible to love' due to his dark nature, murderous choices and suffocating demeanour...

That is, until he meets the sweetheart known as Faye Woods... The perfect victim to fulfil his selfish plans.

Faye and her best-friend Michael, both were bullied throughout high school and were unfortunate enough to be left without parents. They struggle to make ends meet as they work in a run-down cafe - praying for something to go right for them for once...

Jaxon lands himself in Fayes hold, quickly deciding that she would be the perfect target for his master plan...

One altercation leads to another, as he decides to kidnap and threaten the innocent girl - which he claims is the only one right for the job - before he forces her fully into his hectic world filled with crime and darkness.

Could someone so cold survive around someone so warm? Could a criminal actually love or be loved? Or will the monster hidden within be impossible to beat... read at your own risk to find out more!

"Arrr," she screamed, her ribs cracking, the eerie sound like a car crash to her sensitive ears. "No."
It seemed as if the pain stopped and Isabella managed to get back on her feet, but it didn't even take a second and she was on her knees, gasping.
"Ah." The sound rang through the forest, bouncing off the trees and making the ground shake. Needles prickled on her skin as fur peeked through her pores. Claws with a dangerously painful slowness replaced her nails. The sensation was no different than when she'd trapped her hand between the door and the frame.
Isabella's body had an uncomfortable, boiling temperature as her bones cracked and rearranged themselves.
"What's wrong?" asked Isabella into the dark night. There was no answer, not that she expected one. Maybe this was death, and she closed her eyes to slowly embrace it.
Her body vibrated with panicked pain.
"Shh, sweetheart, it'll be over soon." His velvety, seductive voice enveloped her seductively, making it hard to breathe. He'd to have changed into his human form.

In a world where vampires rule and humans are nothing but prey, Cassian Vale is sent into the lion’s den—disguised, desperate, and determined to find his missing brother. But when the most powerful vampire alive claims him as a mate, Cassian's mission takes a deadly turn.
Betrayal cuts deep. Love cuts deeper. In a game where everyone wants his blood, Cassian must decide: Will he burn the world to survive—or let himself fall, fangs and all?

Ruby, a young woman married off too quickly to the cold, emotionally absent Ellis, moves into his ancient cathedral-turned-mansion. Starved for affection, she begins hearing a voice from beneath the chapel floor at night, Malachir, an ancient demon bound to the estate. What begins as fear curdles into dependency as Malachir offers Ruby the intimacy, attention, and devotion Ellis withholds. But Ellis's secrecy about the cathedral isn't ignorance, it's history repeating itself, and Ruby is not the first wife the house has chosen.
Here’s the bigger twist, Ruby is actually a reincarnation of Eleanor who has come back to free Malachir and even he doesn’t know she’s a reincarnation of Eleanor.
So, Ellis and Malachir were formerly brothers and they’re both demons but when Malachir was searching for true love, he came in his human form and found Eleanor. But Ellis charmed his way into her life and stop her from him. Angry, Malachir tried to fight back but Ellis was stronger so he locked up Malachir’s spirit at the basement of the cathedral. Now Eleanor has come back reincarnated as Ruby to try and free Malachir so they can be together now and she can be free of the guilt she feels.

“Listen to me, dolcezza, I fuck. I dominate. I tie your hands, your legs and make you forget your own name.”

I pressed my lips tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction that only his words was messing with my head, “You don’t scare me, Marco.”

His hands wrapped around my throat..not to hurt. Just enough to remind me I was his to command.

“No, but I do something worse.” His lips brushed my ear. “I make you beg.”

I hated him.

I hated the way my pussy ached fro his touch.

Most of all, I hated my body for betraying me…for wanting him.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

He shoved my legs apart roughly, plunging two mighty fingers inside me, “Then why is your pussy soaked, bella? Hmm? Tell me…do you want my cock or my collar?”

I swallowed hard, “Both.”

Marco smiled…cruel, wicked, knowing. “Then be a good girl for daddy. Kneel!”

And I did.


Sold by her mother to a ruthless Italian mafia don, Cassandra’s new life is nothing like the peaceful future she dreamed of.



Forced into marriage with his cold son, Cassandra finds herself caught in a dangerous web of power, secrets, and forbidden desire.



But the real danger isn’t her supposed fiancee—it’s Don Marco, her ruthless father-in-law. It begins with whispered temptations and stolen glances, then escalates into late-night visits and nights of forbidden passion.



Just when she thinks she’s learned to navigate the madness, Marco’s son…once distant and disgusted by her—starts falling in love with her too.



Now, torn between a dangerous Don and his possessive son, Cassandra must choose between love, and a twisted form of power she never imagined wielding.


Who will claim her heart—and who will destroy it?

Logan's hard work and dedication goes down the drain after getting physical with a man he had no idea about to protect his girlfriend. He finds himself in prison after the man who he had fought with, who also turned out to be the son of one of the most influential families in the US had thrown him into jail but he was comforted since he knew he had his girlfriend waiting for him.

Three years later, he comes out of prison only to find his girlfriend getting married to the same man that had caused his demise and after being humiliated and degraded, it only brings about an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

When a mystery old man gives him a ring to find an organization, Logan's life will forever take a huge turn and his ultimate revenge plan would be more than easy to execute.

My husband doesn't love me, and he certainly doesn't love our son.
On the day Toby was born, Graham didn't even look at him before tossing him into my arms.
For seven years, he kept our marriage a secret and strictly forbade our boy from calling him "Dad."
Then, his first love returned.
The usually cold and distant billionaire came to our rundown cabin dead drunk, a rare, tender smile on his face, and actually pulled our seven-year-old into his arms.
Toby's eyes lit up with pure joy. He excitedly hugged the man's neck and whispered to me, "Mom, what's wrong with Uncle Graham? He's hugging me!"
I knelt down, pulled my son away from the man who smelled of her perfume, and forced back my tears. "Uncle's favorite person just came back, sweetie. So we shouldn't bother him anymore. We're moving away."
I secretly made a vow: I would give Graham exactly three chances.
That night, watching my son's heartbroken face, I silently made a vow.
Three chances. I would give Graham exactly three more chances to choose us.
The countdown has started. Once his three chances are up, he won't just lose his family—he will watch his entire legacy burn to the ground.