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He married her for her name. His first love fell for his wife.

Seraphina Ashbourne was born into one of London's most respected old-money families. But when the Ashbourne fortune collapses, all she has left is a powerful name, a talent for painting, and her grandfather's beloved exhibition hall, now days away from auction.

Then billionaire Cillian Laurent offers her a way out.

Three years of marriage.

$300,000 a month.

And the exhibition hall.

No love. No sex. No interference.

Cillian doesn't want Seraphina's heart. He wants the Ashbourne name for his ambitious new project. His heart already belongs to Saskia Moreau, his beautiful blonde childhood friend and one of the world's most sought-after models.

Seraphina expects Saskia to hate her. Instead, Saskia becomes fascinated by her.

She visits Seraphina's studio. Watches her paint. Flirts with her. Finds excuses to be near her.

What begins as harmless attraction soon becomes something neither woman can control. Saskia is falling for her best friend's wife, and she's falling hard.
Seraphina knows she should keep her distance. Saskia is the woman her husband has loved for years, and their marriage has an expiration date. But every stolen glance, every lingering touch, and every moment together makes it harder to remember that their marriage was supposed to be a loveless arrangement.

Cillian thought Saskia love him, he's wrong.

The woman he married for her name may become the one woman his first love can’t live without.

And Seraphina must decide whether saving her family's legacy is worth losing the woman who has become her heart.

She had really been reborn.
Before turning eighteen, she was one of the most prominent merchant heiresses in New York, showered with love and affection by her parents.

Later, her father trusted the wrong people and incurred huge debts, leading to his imprisonment. After her mother learned that her father had committed suicide in prison, she hastily sent Aileen abroad, only to follow her father into the afterlife.

Her amber eyes struggled as she realized that if God was giving her another chance, she wouldn't live as timidly and meekly as in her previous life.


She gazed quietly at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The man in the photo had thin lips and a pair of gloomy eyes under thick eyebrows, devoid of warmth. Geoffrey was born from humble origins, his parents had long passed away, and he was a silent and unsociable doctor during his lifetime.
Aileen felt guilty as she realized that this man, who was legally closest to her, she never truly understood him, nor did she ever invest any thoughts in him. But he silently gave her the whole world.

Reborned, she would try to understand him and change their future, and this loveless contract marriage. Then she learned that their encounter was earlier than she predicted.

Warning: include criminal content

Married to Zane Blackwood, one of the richest billionaires in Europe, Amy has everything she could wish for, a devoted husband, a luxurious life, and an unbreakable love. But underneath the surface of their perfect marriage lies something far more dangerous.
Zane is not just powerful, he is ruthless, possessive, and strongly determined to keep Amy by his side. Yet when pieces of a past she can’t remember begin to surface, she starts having doubts. The passion between them is strong and evident, but so is the unsettling feeling that something isn’t right.
As secrets are revealed and the lines between love and control dissipate , Amy is faced with a difficult choice. Can she tame the ruthless billionaire CEO, or will she lose herself in the process.

As the Mafia Princess of her familia, Eleanor is more than ready to secure her family’s future through her marriage with another Mafia don's son. But right before her engagement party, Eleanor catches her fiancé cheating and claiming she “lacks feminine charm.”
Heartbroken and furious, Eleanor ends up seeking comfort in the arms of the bodyguard who punches her fiance to the ground that night.
The next day, Eleanor is determined to break off the engagement and reclaim her life, but her powerful mafia father has other plans.
To keep Eleanor in line, her father assigns a bodyguard to shadow her every move.
A bodyguard who turns out to be the man she spent the reckless, unforgettable night with.
Now Eleanor is trapped between a fiancé she refuses to marry, a father she cannot escape, and her dangerous, mysterious and attractive bodyguard...

For his mother's life, he willingly became a live-in son-in-law for three years, enduring countless humiliations from his wife and male lover. Only when they themselves unplugged the life support pod did he retrieve the dusty cell phone from the pool of blood. The "Zero" access to the Silicon Valley dark web had been unlocked; this time, he would make the entire Crawford empire pay with its life.

On the day we rang the opening bell, Nathan Caldwell announced that he was going to make things official with his secretary.

Vivian Blake leaned against him in a white dress, looking fragile and innocent, her fingers hooked around his cuff.

“Maybe I should leave, Nathan. I don't want to ruin Ms. Bennett's day.”

“Why would you leave?” He put an arm around her waist and looked straight at me. “I lost a bet. This is what she wanted me to do. I'm not going to be a sore loser. It's a joke. Don't make a big deal out of it.”

Everyone expected me to take it, just as I always had.

Instead, I calmly took a divorce agreement out of my bag and slid it toward him.

“Fine by me. The papers are right here. You can sign them now.”

He had no idea how long I'd waited for this day.

His father and I had an agreement: every time Nathan took a new lover, I could make one more demand of the Caldwell family.

I'd had the divorce papers ready since the first woman. Now he'd reached number thirty-two.

Once the marriage was over, taking him down would be easy.

I used to think the most embarrassing moment of my life was when my neighbor called the cops on me for testing "special" game sound effects.
That was before the door opened to reveal a devastatingly handsome police officer who accused me of hiding someone in my apartment—and casually informed me he was my husband of three months. A husband I'd never actually met.
The worst part? He had proof.
Now this impossibly attractive stranger isn't just forcing his way into my life—he's become the unwitting inspiration for my new game's male lead.

Five years ago, they stripped me of my rank and stopped my retirement pay. Now, with the Imperial army at the gates, they kneel at my door, begging for my services. My daughter is wearing last year's shoes, her big toe practically sticking out. My wife is still refilling coffee at a fast-food restaurant at 3 a.m. The neighbors call me "that welfare-dependent guy" behind my back. I pulled my five-year-old dismissal order from under the bill and slipped it under the door. "You've got the wrong person."

As the zombie with half its face rotten lunged at my throat, an utterly absurd thought popped into my head. Instinctively, I raised the supermarket barcode scanner in my hand and aimed it at its face.

"Beep—Target: Level 1 Mutant Infected Person. Estimated Recovery Value: Equivalent to half a bottle of mineral water."

Who would have thought that in this cannibalistic apocalypse, these bloodthirsty monsters who feel no pain and only know how to kill could actually be forcibly converted into cash by the system?!

From that day on, I completely trampled the laws of this broken world under my feet.

While others were killing each other in the ruins for half a piece of moldy bread, I was comfortably sitting in my "Red Lion" supermarket, doing big business with a zombie whose head I had smashed in half.

Two bags of flour, I traded for a box of antibiotics; three boxes of sausages, and it led a zombie squad to the police station to empty my armory. As long as I can afford it, these tireless monsters are my most loyal laborers.

A vicious thug drove a bulldozer and smashed through my wall, threatening to chop up the men and take the women away. I didn't even draw my gun; I just yelled at the door, "Kill these scumbags, and all twenty kilograms of bacon are yours!" The next second, an army of zombies burst through the window and tore the thugs to pieces in an instant.

The arrogant leader of the survivor base, driving five hundred refugees to act as human shields, attempted to use moral blackmail to force me to hand over supplies? I sneered and sounded the air raid siren, awakening the horde of zombies throughout the city. I sat in front of the monitor, sipping hot tea, watching her, who was once so invincible, be completely swallowed by the monsters, as if watching a play.

Trying to take over my territory? First, ask my paid zombie bodyguards outside if they'll allow it!

Through a crazy "equivalent exchange" strategy, I transformed a run-down supermarket into an impregnable steel fortress that even regular troops couldn't break into.

Until that day, the military defenses completely collapsed. Seven four-meter-tall, city-destroying "tyrants" led a super horde of 150,000 zombies to the city's gates! With only sixty seconds left on the countdown to the tactical nuclear missile, the arrogant military commander, his eyes red with tears, begged me to intervene and save the city.

I was trapped underground by seven tyrants, chewing on the last piece of chocolate my zombie underling had left me before he died, and pressed the system's "Ultimate Equivalence".

The system asked me if I was willing to trade my life for absolute control over 150,000 mutants in the entire city.

I smiled and said, "Deal."

When the white light of the nuclear explosion dissipated, and the entire city was reduced to ruins, everyone assumed I was gone without a trace. But I, leaning against the intact rooftop of the fortress, looked down at the tyrant who humbly submitted to me, my eyes gleaming with a dark golden light.

In this lawless hell, my rules are the only ironclad law!

When our commercial jet began its plunge, my captain husband looked between me and his secret lover, feigning agonizing indecision over the last emergency flotation vest.
 
This time, I shoved the vest straight into their hands.
 
In my past life, Kian had put on a torturous show of weighing his options before strapping that very vest onto my pregnant body.
 
He had chosen to stay behind on the plummeting aircraft, orchestrating a romanticized double-suicide so he could die in the arms of his beloved Maren.
 
But Maren died on impact, while Kian walked away from the wreckage without a scratch.
 
For months, he played the traumatized survivor. Then, just after our daughter's one-month birthday, she was killed in a tragic accident.
 
Instead of consoling me, Kian cornered me, his eyes burning with vindictive malice.
 
"This is karma. If you hadn't forced your way onto my flight, we wouldn't have been short a vest. You killed my true love. Now, the universe is finally making you feel my exact hell."
 
Shattered by the sudden loss of my baby and his monstrous confession, my mind snapped. I lunged at him, sparking a desperate, violent struggle that dragged us both to our graves.
 
Then, the deafening roar of failing engines filled my ears. The cabin lights flashed a bloody red.
 
I was back on the doomed flight.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

My son came home with a trophy from a regional figure skating competition.

To thank his coach, I baked her a batch of cookies.

She just looked at me, confused. "My whole family was in Europe all summer. I didn't teach a single kid."

My smile froze.

When I asked my son about it, he slammed his door in my face. "Why do you have to ask so many questions? I got the trophy, didn't I?"

A second later, I noticed the essay he'd left on the kitchen table.

The title was "My Mom."

For a moment, my heart warmed. Then I read further, and went cold all over.

The "mom" who spent the summer with him in that essay loved wearing white dresses. I never wear white. Not with all the housework I do.

Before school started, they'd gone out of town together to watch a competition. That was the exact weekend my husband told me he was away on business.

My husband was lying. And my son had learned to lie right along with him.

They didn't just have a second family out there. My son had accepted a new mom.

That night, my son was heading out to "practice" again, and my husband offered to drive him.

I smiled and watched them go.

If that other home was so wonderful, then this one didn't need to exist.

Nobody knew where my mum came from.
I didn't know either.
But I knew one thing for certain—every time my mom, Lorna, talked about leaving this place, my father, Gideon, would beat her senseless.
The neighbors would scold her too, calling her ungrateful.
"Gideon saved your life," they'd say. "You owe him everything."
Our village sat at the end of a winding mountain road, three hours from the nearest proper town. Most families had lived here for generations, never venturing beyond the glen except for essential supplies. Many old folks couldn't even read English properly.
Women here didn't question their men. That was just how things were.
Gradually, Mom stopped mentioning leaving.
Until the lockdown ended, and I went back to university.

For as long as I could remember, I had lived under the protection of Casper, Julian, and Rowan.
I took their affection for granted, never expecting that their deep devotion would suddenly curdle into something unrecognizable.
When Elara, a new intern, crashed into our lives, they defended and favored her at every turn. They handed over my hard work on a silver platter, painting me as nothing more than a spoiled, unreasonable princess.
On a night of torrential rain, stranded on the highway and enduring excruciating pain, I begged them for help time and time again. All I received were scoldings and dismissals.
It turned out that their so-called "doing what's best for me" was just a cold war, a calculated cruelty designed to force my head down.
I stopped crying and begging. I signed my resignation letter, returned everything they had ever given me, and agreed to an arranged marriage far away in Italy.
This absurd farce, started by them, would be ended by my own hands.

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

I was in a long-distance relationship. The problem? My boyfriend Brody's best friend went to the same college as me.
He constantly "accidentally" slipped into my Instagram DMs with pictures of his abs.
Once, the camera angle was just a bit too low...
My face turned pale with anger. I was ready to block him immediately and complain to my boyfriend.
But before I could, a voice memo popped up on my screen.
"Brody, is your girlfriend frigid or something?"
"No matter how hard I try to hook her, she won't bite. I'm risking it all this time."
"But we had a deal—if I actually bag her, you can't regret!"

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

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

When billionaire heiress Ruth Keen falls for a gorgeous, supposedly broke college student, she hides her identity and plays the role of an ordinary girl to win his heart. Marriage comes fast, life is sweet, and everything seems perfect — until she discovers her impoverished husband is actually Matthew Lynes, a powerful tycoon who’s been outplaying her from the start.

⚠MATURE READERS ONLY
I hated him with every fibre of my being. I wanted to take a steak knife and carve his smug, handsome face off. But what I hated most — what made me want to scream into the pillows — was that my body still remembered him.
And God help me, I was so fucking angry that I wanted him to walk through that door right now, just so I could tear him apart with my bare hands.
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I ran from the monster who sold me to the highest bidder. I didn’t know I was running straight into the arms of another.
For eight months, I buried my past in the quiet suburbs, pretending to be an ordinary innocent, untouched woman. I believed I had escaped the blood-soaked empire I was born into. Then Kaelith Vespero, the ruthless Don of the Vespero Syndicate and my father's deadliest enemy, who saw me as a bargaining chip, dragged me back into the underworld.
I realized my freedom was just a borrowed illusion.
But wars don't always go according to plan.
⚠IMPORTANT — PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU BEGIN ⚠
Before you begin this story, there are a few things I want you to know about what you are about to read. This is a dark romance, and some of the themes and situations in this book may not be for everyone. Please read with an open mind and at your own discretion.
I. This is a dark mafia romance recommended for readers 18 and older. If dark romance is not your cup of tea, please do not force yourself to read it. You have been warned.
II. Expect slow-burn sexual tension throughout the story. The romance is meant to build gradually, so patience will definitely be required.
III. The story contains strong language and carries a gritty, intense, and unapologetic atmosphere.
IV. Reader discretion is advised. This story explores kidnapping, captivity, coercion, family betrayal, emotional abuse, and other difficult situations. If any of these themes are a hard limit for you, please protect your peace and skip this one. There is absolutely no shame in knowing what you can and cannot handle.
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Amber was raped by her uncle.

She was an orphan. Her parents died in a road accident.

She was later taken to her grandmother. One day she went to a party.

There she met a rich pervert.

He tried to sexually abuse her there.

Later he forced her to marry him and she had to, due to certain family conditions.

There too rape torturers didn't end for amber.

They both used to hate each other.

Will they ever fall in love or this will end up only being a rape story.....

Let's see.....

Elena Wakefield has spent three years trapped in a one-sided relationship with Emmanuel Mitchell—a man who loves her sister, but uses her body. After countless heartbreaks and three forced abortions, she's pregnant again… and desperate to keep the baby. But when Emmanuel demands she get rid of it—for Lilith's sake—Elena realizes she's never truly mattered.
What begins as quiet endurance spirals into betrayal, manipulation, and bloodshed. Lilith, the perfect daughter and Emmanuel's beloved, returns not just to reclaim her place—but to destroy Elena piece by piece.
When Elena loses everything—her child, her dignity, her future—there's nothing left to fear. And when they come for her kidney to save Lilith, she finally says no.
This time, Elena won't beg.
She won't kneel.
She'll make them bleed.

It was graduation photo day at Silvermoon Academy, and everyone was streaming toward the main square.
I fumbled my way to Kyle's side, and someone started laughing immediately.
"Look, our future Alpha and his little Omega, together again!"
"They've been inseparable since they were kids — just bond already!"
I'd heard these jokes a thousand times.
But every time, my heart still skipped a beat.
Kyle didn't respond.
Then the photographer raised his camera, and the pack around us chanted in unison. That was when I heard him mutter, low and flat,
"Annoying. Can't she just stay away from me?"
As a werewolf born with weak eyesight, I'd long since learned to read everything around me with my ears.
So there was no way I'd misheard.
After the shoot, I stood there for a long moment before I finally left.
As I passed the academy's notice board, I reached out and tore down the application form.
The one for the advanced academy Kyle and I had agreed to attend together.
I crumpled it in my palm and threw it in the trash.

When I was seven weeks pregnant, my husband, Jacob, seated his mistress and their secret son at the head table of our anniversary dinner.
In front of everyone, he said, "Ella hasn't given me a child in four years. Why should I keep waiting?" His mistress was already tired of waiting to take my place.
So I gave them what they wanted. I faked my death in the car crash his mistress had planned and walked away.
Then why was Jacob searching the crash site like a madman? When he pulled my waterlogged prenatal report from the sunken car, he dropped to his knees by the river and sobbed for me to come back.

Liora Hale was a substitute bride forced to take her stepsister’s place and marry the young master of the Blackwood family, a deformed cripple rumored to have few months left to live.
“Who would have thought that even a sickly wretch like Dominic Blackwood would find himself a bride?”
At the altar, after their vows were spoken, she lifted her veil and knelt before Dominic Blackwood, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips. The marriage contract was signed. No matter his deformities, he was now her husband.
She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by the wheelchair that confined him. Every morning, she prepared his breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of nothing beyond her duties as a wife.
“Young Master Blackwood is a cripple who can’t even perform,” her best friend argued.
“When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should aim higher.”
Later in their marriage, Dominic found himself wanting to enjoy his little wife in every way the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin against skin, the intimacy a husband and wife were meant to share.
But Liora refused him, blushing furiously.
“No, we can’t. The doctor said you’re not allowed to exert yourself.”
Desire surged through Dominic, hot and relentless. He cursed inwardly.
I should have gotten rid of that doctor and this wheelchair long ago.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he finally revealed the truth.
In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple disappeared, replaced by a powerful man tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome. He silenced Liora’s protests as he leaned over her, caging her against the bed with his arms.
His voice dropped low as he asked,
“What about now"?

Presley Duval had a nickname for me all through high school. Two-Twenty.
Because at sixteen I weighed 220 pounds.
Thirteen years later she rented out a private beach in Cabo for our class reunion. One rule. Every woman had to show up in a bikini.
She made a point of sending me one.
By the time I got there her phone was already up on a tripod, live. 370,000 people watching.
"She's actually gonna show?" someone asked.
"Why wouldn't she?" Presley smiled into the camera. "I had the hotel set aside an extra-large changing tent just for her. Wouldn't want her scaring the other guests when she takes her clothes off."
Everyone around her cracked up.
"I got her a gift, too."
She lifted a pink bag off her chair and pulled out a neon pink bikini. It took two people, one on each end, just to hold it stretched out.
"3XL. I called the company. That's the biggest they make. If it still snaps, that's not on me."
A row of phones went up.
"Don't laugh." She hung the bikini over the back of the chair. "Two-Twenty's had it rough. If I hadn't stayed on her about her weight back then, who knows if she'd even be able to walk through that door today."
"Oh, and I invited someone from Meridian." She lifted her chin. "So certain people can see what a real body looks like. Instead of copying models online and embarrassing themselves."
What she didn't know was that the big shot she kept name-dropping worked for me.
I walked down the boardwalk and stopped right in front of her.
"Where's the tent?"

King Lorenzo spent fifteen years dreaming of one thing.

Revenge.

After watching his family slaughtered, his country stolen, and his people enslaved, he escaped with one promise burning in his heart: one day, he would make the monster who destroyed his life pay for every drop of blood that had been spilled.

And he did. Lorenzo murdered the devil and reclaimed the throne.

Only one person remained.

Princess Daisy.

The spoiled, untouchable daughter of the man who ruined everything.

Now stripped of her crown and held captive inside the very palace that once belonged to Lorenzo’s family, Daisy becomes the living reminder of a past he can’t forget. Every scar on his body carries her father’s name. Every nightmare ends with the same vow:
She will pay.

But revenge isn’t as simple as he imagined.

The more Lorenzo tries to break the princess, the more he begins to see the frightened woman hiding beneath the crown she never asked to wear. And Daisy soon realizes the ruthless king holding her captive isn’t the monster she was raised to believe he was.

In a kingdom built on blood, hatred is easy.
Falling for the enemy is the real danger.

He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither of them is prepared for what happens when hate turns into obsession.

By an accident, she became the glamorous daughter of Ocean family. When the real daughter comes back, she, as the false daughter, she neatly leaves this time. After being bullied by them, she decides to take what was taken from her past life and holds it firmly in her own hands. Dealing the bitch, kicking cheating philandering men, then goes to the top. She thought she would be alone all the time, but she never thought there is lifetime love awaiting for her...

Kadia Fenn works three jobs, can barely make rent, and wants nothing to do with the family business.
The family business is killing monsters.
Twenty-five years ago, Clan Fenn was disgraced for the murder of a vampire lord and his wife. Kadia walked away from the stakes, the oaths, and the shame. All she kept was a rune necklace she can't bring herself to take off.
Then a vampire breaks down her apartment door.
Levi Baron is two hundred years old. He rules Harwick's underworld, and has spent a quarter century believing her family slaughtered his. He should hate her. He shouldn't want her. He definitely shouldn't keep protecting her.
Someone is poisoning Harwick's supernaturals. Someone wants Levi dead. And the closer Kadia gets to the truth about the night her clan fell, the harder it is to stay out of the fight she was born for.
Because the only thing more dangerous than a vampire who wants her blood is one who refuses to take it.

My wolf was damaged the day I first shifted, when I was ten. I’ve healed slower than other wolves ever since, and a wolf like that can’t inherit a pack.

I grew up mocked and bullied for being the weak one.

My sister, Seraphina, shifted on the same day and came through it perfectly. She became the Alpha heir, the prodigy my parents poured everything into.

I thought they loved her more because she could carry the pack and I couldn’t. I took a rabid bear’s claws for her at thirteen. I was her sparring partner by day and her tutor by night, and I learned not to argue.

When Seraphina was accepted to the Royal Wolf Academy, the whole estate celebrated. My parents were going to escort her there themselves in a bulletproof Cadillac. But nobody cared that I’d been accepted to a college a thousand miles from home.

And today was the day I was leaving for school, too.

When I asked whether I should leave for the airport, my father told me to figure it out myself. My mother told me to clean up after my sister's party first.

I was done waiting for them to care. I decided to let them be the perfect family of three.

I already had a one-way ticket on my phone. By tonight, I would be gone from their lives.

"You useless thing."
My husband Cassian stared at me coldly. "I thought marrying a Costa daughter would get me something, but it turns out to be nothing. And your sister, on the contrary, has become the family heir."
With that, he wrenched off our wedding ring and smashed it violently onto the ground.
"I should have chosen her in the first place, not you." Those were his final words to me.
In my previous life, I was an unrecognized illegitimate daughter of a mafia family. I obediently accepted the arranged marriage, bared my heart to my hypocritical relatives, and believed wholeheartedly in my husband's promises.
But in the end, all I got was the iron chains of the dungeon, dying with eternal regret and the unresolved truth behind my mother's tragic death. My mother and I were nothing but stepping stones in their power struggle.
Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back three weeks after my mother's passing — at the engagement scene that decided my entire fate.
This time, I'll make every single one of them understand: they made the wrong choice!

“Mr. Hale, step away from the chest.”

The officer’s hand stayed on the latch beneath my brother’s portrait.

My mother clutched the donation envelopes to her chest. “Lena is doing this for attention.”

Dad gave the room his lawyer smile. “My daughter hides when she wants sympathy.”

The volunteer pointed at the broken white ribbon. “Then why is there blood on it?”

The room went quiet.

I stood beside them, dead and barefoot, watching Dad’s face change.

Because for once, someone was about to open the place where they had left me.

"Do what?'', I asked nervously. Damn, I am getting wet having him so close to me.

He smirks and says, "lick you up and down".

Before I can respond he lifts me place me on the counter snugs between my legs and starts kissing and licking me.

His tongue reaches my neck and I shiver. I grew wetter than I already was.

My body was getting hot, my common sense was gone, and I moved my bottom half closer to him.

Hinting to him that I want his fingers inside me. And he did just that, he slid one finger into me. As I got lost in the pleasure, he slid another finger into me.

"AHHHH...HARDER'', lost in the pleasure, I was on the verge of begging for more.


After her divorce, Cleo promised herself that she was done with men. And because of her history, she is determined to stay away from shifters as well. She didn't want a relationship or friendship with a man or a shifter.

However, her best friend Jazz just so happens to be mated with a shifter. A shifter who is the Beta of the most feared pack in America. For some reason, Cleo is drawn to the brother of her best friend mate. As fate will have it a fire happened. Leaving Jazz and Cleo to stay with the Alpha and Beta.

Valenzano wanted his mate for many years. One day he meets his mate who is human. A human who has a bad past with shifters. To not scare her away from him, West and her best friend Jazz keep it a secret that Cleo is Valenzano's mate.

Will Cleo be willing to be Valenzano's mate?
Read the spicy story to find the answer.

Reader description is advised this book contains, strong sexual content, strong language, and violence.

NOTE ON CONTENT

MANY EROTIC SCENES, BREATHE PLAY, ROPE PLAY, SOMNOPHILIA, AND PRIMAL PLAY ARE FOUND IN THIS BOOK. IT HAS MATURE CONTENTS BECAUSE IT IS RATED 18+. THESE BOOKS ARE A COLLECTION OF VERY SMUTTY BOOKS THAT WILL MAKE YOU REACH FOR YOUR VIBRATORS AND LEAVE YOUR PANTIES WET. Enjoy yourself, girls, and don't forget to comment.

XoXo

He wanted my virginity.
He wanted to own me.
I just wanted to be his.

But I knew this was more than just repaying a debt. This was about him wanting to own me, not just my body, but every part of who I was.
And the depraved part about it all was the fact that I wanted to give everything to him.

I wanted to be his.

CONTENT WARNING!!!

THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF EROTIC SCENES, BREATHE PLAY, ROPE PLAY, SOMNOPHILIA AND PRIMAL PLAY.
IT IS RATED 18+ AND THUS, FILLED WITH MATURE CONTENT.
THIS BOOK IS A COLLECTION OF VERY SMUTTY BOOKS THAT WILL LEAVE YOUR PANTIES WET AND REACHING FOR YOUR VIBRATORS.
HAVE FUN GIRLIES, AND DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS.

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"You are going to suck my cock like the good girl that you are okay?"

After getting bullied for years and having to deal with her life as a tomboy, Jamie's father sends her to a range to work for an old man but this old man happens to be her wildest fantasy.

A man who fucks her and brings out her girly side. She has fallen for Hank but when another woman comes into the picture, does Jamie have the push to fight for this man who gave her life some spice and a meaning to keep on living?

Aurora Valentine wishes she could just escape this world and leave everything behind. Tormented, bullied and harassed on a daily basis, she lives in the mercy of her treacherous, gambler and alcoholic father who loves to abuse her. Her fellow students in high school despise her for no reason and she is often harassed at her work. The only thing holding her back is her five year brother, Riley, who her mother had entrusted to her on her deathbed. But things take a turn for the worst when the school’s biggest bully and bad boy, Caleb Blackburn, suddenly takes an interest in her.
Suddenly, the boy who used to be her tormentor had turned into her protector, attracting the attention of not only other allies, but jealous classmates that want her gone forever. But how can she accept the fact that the boy who had tormented her all through high school was suddenly obsessed with her? Will she give love a chance or will she end up just like her mother, broken and destroyed and six feet under.

On the darkest day of my life, I encountered a very hot man in a street bar in New York, who had really charming chest muscles to touch. We spent a unforgettable night of sex together, but it was just a one-night stand, and I didn't even know his name.
When I returned to Los Angeles and resumed my career as a doctor, I was forced to attend my adoptive mother’s wedding—and there he was. My stepbrother was my one-night stand partner!
My heart almost stopped beating.
My stepfather’s family is a powerful and wealthy dynasty in LA, entangled in a web of complex businesses and shrouded in mystery, including dark, violent undertones.
I want to stay away from anyone from this Italian traditional mafia family.
But my stepbrother won't let me go!
Yet, despite my efforts to stay away, he’s now back in LA, managing his family's business with ruthless efficiency. He’s a dangerous mix of cold calculation and undeniable allure, pulling me
into a web of fate that I can’t escape.
I instinctively want to keep away from danger, away from him, but the fate pushes me to him again and again, and I am strongly addicted to him against my will. What will our future be like?
Read the book.

[...] “Listen carefully to my words… If you want this pretty ass of yours to be marked by my fingers, you should be respectful and say only yes, sir.”
His other hand finally returns to my ass, but not in the way I’d like.
“I’m not going to repeat myself… do you understand?” Mr. Pollock asks, but he’s squeezing my throat, and I can’t answer him.
He’s stealing my breath, and all I can do is nod helplessly, listening to his sigh.
“What did I just say?” He squeezes a little tighter, making me gasp. “Hum?”
“Y- Yes, sir.” My voice comes out strangled while I rub myself against the bulge in his pants, making the chain of the clamp stretch and pinch my clit a little harder.
“Good girl.” [...]
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By day, Victoria is a successful manager known as the Iron Lady. By night, she's a submissive famous in the BDSM world for not liking to submit.
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With her boss's retirement, Victoria was confident she would be promoted. However, when his nephew is assigned the new CEO, her dream is shattered, and she's forced to work directly under the command of this arrogant, irresistibly seductive man…
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ㅤVictoria just didn't expect that her new boss also had another identity… A Dom known for teaching the way of a perfect submissive, and with no problem exposing his kinky side — unlike her, who had kept this secret by lock and key…
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ㅤAt least, that's what she's been doing all this time... until Abraham Pollock came into her life and put both of her worlds upside down.
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+18 READERS ONLY • BDSM

Trigger warning!!!

Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, possessive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries.

EXCERPT

Blood everywhere. Trembling hands.

"No!" My eyes blurred.

His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved—dead.

Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother.


Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move.

At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession.

Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom.

The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her.

On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother.

She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his.

But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?

He closed the door and stood in front of me, my back was against the wall, which was next to the door. I clutched my booklet against my chest. He caged me in with both of his hands against the wall on either side of my head, his lips only inches away from mine.

My breath hitched, and I swallowed. "What are you doing?" I asked, which is barely a whisper.

"You failed my test, and I want to help you," he says low enough for me to hear. I must admit that it sends goosebumps throughout my body.

"I would appreciate the help." I swallow as I look at his lips.

"I have a deal that I want to make with you," he rasped.

"What is the deal?" I managed to ask breathlessly.

Gray-Lynn Spark just graduated from college and her father recommends that she interns by his best friend's company. Little does she know that Mr. Stern has been her childhood crush which she completely forgot about and she hasn't seen him for years. She has it tough at the office to not let her feelings affect her work, because with Mr. Stern, work is very important. One night, a shift in the air happens between them, what will happen when he returns her feelings? What will her father do when things progresses? What will Gray-Lynn do after finding out something that she didn't know about him?

Jessa Bryne was shocked after she found out she had been drugged all this time by her husband, Kaelen Cole, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack.

She realized he was the reason for her childlessness and also the weight she gained over the past three years.

Not only did he throw it in her face, but he also told her that his supposed cousin Solane had been his lover all along. She had just been pretending to be family for three whole years while he slept with her behind Jessa’s back.

Jessa was devastated and shattered. She ended up at the Harlem Riders bar, owned by the infamous Lycan King, Cornard Drakmor.

She felt a bit of relief when she ran into Cornard at the bar. He offered to help her get back at Kaelen, but only on one condition.

Pretend to be his wife for 60 days, and he would grant every one of her wishes to bring Kaelen down.

Jolene "Jo" is a cynical, ambitious small-town paralegal whose paranormal vlogging career is going nowhere. Desperate for a viral hit, her life explodes when she wakes up naked, sticky, and newly turned in a concrete room full of terrified strangers. The news? She’s a werewolf, a new responsibility for the impossibly handsome, enigmatic, and utterly ill-tempered Alpha Lexington.

Lexington makes it crystal clear: most new turnlings die before the second full moon, and if she survives, she belongs to his pack. But to Jo, this isn't a terrifying curse—it's the content gold she's been waiting for. She starts documenting her bizarre, terrifying, and surprisingly entertaining supernatural life, determined to make her 'My First Shift' vlog the biggest sensation on VidHub.

Her antics quickly draw the ire of the most powerful being on the continent: Merrick, the lethal and uncompromising Lycan King. He sees her rogue vlogging as a threat to his world’s secrecy, and tasks Lexington with the impossible: bring the feisty new wolf to heel or face the King’s wrath.

Unbeknownst to Jo (and the King himself), Merrick recognizes her as his fated mate—a destiny he has vowed never to accept. As Jo's bright, defiant personality starts to chip away at the sullen, dangerous existence of his pack, the King finds himself helplessly watching her channel, falling a little more in love with the chaotic wolf he's supposed to silence forever.

Jolene's journey is a battle for survival, not just against her shifting body and dangerous Alpha, but against a destiny written by a Lycan King who loves her too much to ever claim her.

“You think she needs you,” he says.

“I know she does.”

“And what if she doesn’t want this kind of protection?”

“She will,” I say, my voice lowering slightly. “Because she needs a man who can give her the world.”

“And if the world burns?”

My hand tightens subtly at Violet’s waist.

“Then I’ll build her a new one,” I reply. “Even if I have to burn the old one down myself.”

I don’t work for Rowan Ashcroft.
I work beneath him.

From my desk, I decide who gets access to the most ruthless CEO in the city, and who never makes it past the lobby. I manage his time, his silence, his enemies. I keep his world running while my own quietly collapses under unpaid bills, a mother locked in rehab, and a brother who vanished without a goodbye.

Rowan Ashcroft is power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Cold. Untouchable. Merciless.
He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t see people, only usefulness.

And for a long time, I was just useful.

Until he started watching.

A shift in his attention is subtle at first. A pause too long. A look that lingers. Orders that pull me closer instead of pushing me away. The man who stands above my desk begins to control more than my schedule, and I realize too late that being noticed by Rowan Ashcroft is far more dangerous than being ignored.

Because men like him don’t crave affection.
They crave possession.

This was supposed to be a job.
Not a test of my limits.
Not a slow, deliberate descent into his authority.

But if Rowan Ashcroft decides I belong under his desk, then so be it.
Survival has a price, and the bills don’t care how I pay them.

My fiancé was in bed with my stepsister. My father knew and made me marry the "dying" billionaire instead.

My only solace is the mysterious waiter who saw my humiliation. He's my sanctuary, the man I'm falling for.

But my "poor" lover has a deadly secret: he IS the "dying" billionaire I was forced to wed.

Our marriage was a lie. Now, the most dangerous man in the city is offering me a deal: become his real wife, and we'll make them all pay.

Let the revenge begin.

Allison lost the baby.
She had loved Alpha Lucian for nine long years. To marry him,she fast-tracked her graduation,and for two years,she endured  his  coldness,his absences,and his indifference in silence.
The day she miscarried,all she wanted was a sliver of comfort.
Instead,he hung up on her.
The next second she saw him,he was on national television—holding a funeral for his ex-girlfriend's dog.
That was the moment Allison realized she had never been a wife in his eyes—only a pawn in their twisted game. Her heart shattered. She asked for a divorce.
After walking away from her loveless marriage,Allison buried herself in work. Once mocked and looked down on,she rose like a phoenix—building an empire worth billions.
But the divorce papers never came.
And the man who had once treated her like a stranger? He started showing up everywhere—refusing to let go.
After the charity gala,Allison was heading to her car when the once cold and untouchable Alpha suddenly cornered her against the wall,his eyes burning with desperation. 
"Baby,come home with me... please."
Allison only smiled. "Alpha Lucian ,don't call me that. We're already divorced. I'm single now."

"Divorce me," Chloe whispered.
Leonel froze. His eyes widened in disbelief, the mocking words stuck in his throat. For the first time in five years of marriage, his once obedient, gentle wife now faced him with a terrifyingly cold smile. "I will not divorce you."
"After all your betrayals? With me being this damaged? And your intimacy with her still here?" Chloe's voice cut like a blade.
Leonel Grisham, CEO of Mountain Ltd, had always considered Chloe nothing more than a status symbol—a trophy wife adored by his parents but ignored by him. His heart belonged to Ester Gabriella, the woman his family would never accept. For Leonel, Chloe was just a shadow in his life until the accident that took her sight.
Waking up from a coma, Chloe was no longer the same. She demanded a divorce, all of Leonel's assets, and the shares promised in their prenuptial agreement. He refused, unable to accept her defiance. But when secrets began to unravel, Leonel discovered her accident was no coincidence, it was a calculated move, tied to a larger scheme against Mountain Ltd.
Now, Chloe must decide: will she fight for her freedom and revenge, or will she stand beside the man who broke her heart to save everything he built?

"I need you, please," she licked the back to my earlobe, pressing her body against mine. "No one else knows how to touch me like you do. I've tried other men, but they just don't compare. Please, Doctor, I'm begging you."

"Begging, huh?" I considered her for a moment. "Well, that's a start."

I pushed her down to get her on her knees. I unzipped my pant and gestured to her to continue. "Show me how much you want it," I commanded. She pulled my dick out of my boxers and started sucking every inch of me with her playful tongue, moaning as she did so. I grabbed her hair and I took control over her head, and I began to fuck her head.

"Is this what you came for?" I asked roughly. "To be my little slut?"

"Yes," she mumbled around my cock. "Only yours."

"Touch your pussy for me." I commanded her with a husky tone of voice. Everyone likes to be commanded; likes to be in the bottom; likes the real man who is willing to dominate her. Every woman is a submissive in her own way. That's what I've learned from years of practice.

"Like this?" she asked, sliding her fingers inside herself. "God, I'm so wet for you."

I pulled her up and flipped her as I put her back on the bed. I arched her ass and touched her anus. "I will fuck your ass now, because I never fuck a pussy two times. Are you ready for that?" I whispered in her ear, heating her neck with warming breaths while pinching her nipples by my fingers.