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“Tell me where you want my hands,” Oliver said.

I caught his wrist and slid his palm under the hem of my shirt. “Here. Unless you need me to draw you a diagram.”

His thumb traced my waist. I felt the warmth of his hand against my skin—and the warmth of my skin against his hand. My breath caught.

“Still want that diagram?” he asked.

I pulled him in by his tie. “I want you to stop talking.”


Oliver Whitmore has been getting under my skin since we were kids. Now he’s my roommate and the defenseman I count on to get me the puck. I can handle him on the ice. Off it, I can barely get through breakfast without wanting to wipe that smug little look off his face.

Then I slip off a ladder, he catches me, and we accidentally kiss.

That night, I feel his shower running down my back while I’m lying in a perfectly dry bed. When he takes a hit, my knee buckles. And when he wants something he’s too damn composed to ask for, I feel that, too.

Naturally, I decide the cure is to kiss him again.

It doesn’t work. Which would be bad enough if I didn’t want a third kiss for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with finding a cure.

Now somebody on campus has a photo of us, my father wants answers, and Oliver’s looking me in the eye and asking what I want.

For once, I know. I just have to say it before I lose my nerve.

Rumor had it that Trista Bryant, unable to conceive, was scorned by her mother-in-law, Marilla Myers, thus becoming an abandoned woman in the Myers family. However, six years later, Trista returned with her children, stunning everyone.
An audience asked, "Why do these two children look somewhat familiar?"
Another audience said, "They're exceptionally good-looking and intelligent... I'm sure I've seen them somewhere!"
Someone exclaimed, "Aren't they Mr. Myers' children?"
Upon hearing the news, Matthew Myers arrived and saw Trista standing beside two children. He then glanced at the children in his arms, feeling bewildered.
"Trista, don't you owe me an explanation?"
Trista remained composed and said, "Don't ask. If you really want to know, they're yours!"

Cammy, after being betrayed by river, is expelled from the pack and forced to live alone in the human city. Years later, she becomes a successful investigative journalist. When river tries to reach out, Cammy assumes he seeks revenge and avoids him until he sends a baby that resembles him. Cammy, still grieving her deceased daughter, misunderstands his intentions. As Cammy investigates a case, she unintentionally encounters river and is kidnapped, strengthening her belief that he seeks retaliation. Meanwhile, Cammy’s work faces challenges, and her relationship with river becomes complicated. In a twist, Cammy discovers Nathan’s true identity and becomes entangled in a heated argument. As Cammy investigates further, she stumbles upon evidence that unveils the truth about her own child.

To make his "cousin" happy on Christmas Day, my husband brought home a cat.
The cat jumped into my mother's arms, triggering her allergies and causing an immediate asthma attack.
I frantically rushed her to the hospital emergency room,
only to witness my husband feeding medicine mouth-to-mouth to his "cousin."
While my mother lay unconscious, he didn't even ask about her condition.
Watching their retreating figures, I thought of the invitation letter in my email inbox offering a million-dollar annual salary job.
It seemed our five-year marriage had finally run its course.

He was once the most feared assassin in the martial world—a blade that killed without hesitation, a shadow that left no survivors. But when Jin Mu-Kang regresses, he awakens a cultivation system unlike any other—one that grows only through good deeds. Save lives. Show mercy. Protect the weak. Every act of kindness makes him stronger… while every drop of blood threatens to erase him from existence.

There’s just one problem—his past is drenched in sin. The system reveals a cruel truth: the karma he earns isn’t a reward, but a debt. Every life he saves is merely repaying the countless lives he once took. Fail to balance it, and he won’t just lose his power—he’ll vanish entirely. Now hunted by his former comrades, distrusted by righteous sects, and constantly tempted by the ruthless strength he once wielded, Mu-Kang is forced to walk a path he was never meant to follow.

𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹, 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿… 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲?

She walked into the tyrant’s frozen fortress to kill him.
Princess Isolde of Oakhaven traded her freedom for peace, offering herself in marriage to King Vane Thorne — the Scourge of the North, a ruler the whole continent fears as a bloodthirsty monster.
Her plan was simple: end the war by ending him on their wedding night.

But when her dagger meets his chest, Vane does not strike back.
He reveals a nightmare no one else can see: the Skinned, ancient predators who steal faces, memories and lives, wearing their victims like masks. Every brutal act that branded him a villain was the only way to hold back an enemy hiding in plain sight.

Forced to pretend they hate each other before the court, Isolde and Vane hunt the Skinned in secret. Hatred melts into forbidden attraction, yet shadows creep everywhere. Trusted allies are stolen and replaced. Her childhood protector swears to rescue her, blind to the real danger. And Isolde’s own blood carries a power that can unmask these faceless horrors.

When the Skinned’s Alpha rises wearing the face of her long-dead mother, Isolde faces an impossible choice.
The kingdom she was born to serve was built on lies.
The man she was sent to murder might be humanity’s last hope.

Some monsters wear human skin.
And the world’s villain may be the only one fighting to save them.

My birthday was never truly mine.

Everyone was busy making sure she was comfortable, happy, and protected.
When she deliberately handed me chamomile tea—knowing I was allergic—they told me not to hurt my sister’s good intentions and forced me to drink it.

My brother accused me of being jealous and locked me in the basement.

They all forgot about me to celebrate her birthday, even my fiancé.

Lying there, I realized something worse than pain—I was replaceable.

That was the day I understood the truth about my family.
I was dying on “my” birthday, and no one chose me.

Andrea VillaRuiz a hotel manager who was involved in an allegation that caused her to lose her job and out of resentment she did something bad .. What if one day you just wake up in an unfamiliar place and your most precious gems  will disappear in an instant.

 Are you ready to face the judgmental types of society?

And what if your path will cross again with the man you dedicated yourself to?

Life changes like a wheel that spins endlessly, like Elizabeth Khan's journey after meeting rich businessman Alexandre Jhonson—unfortunately, someone from Elizabeth's past returns to stalk her and ask for what she once gave.
Will Alexandre be able to protect Elizabeth? Will Elizabeth be able to find her happiness?
Can the two of them be united in love?

Not all roses have thorns, and neither are all monsters born a beast.
“Close your eyes, princess. I’m only going to kiss your beautiful, plump lips... that’s all.” His breath felt hot as it ghosted against the skin of my cheek, flowing straight into my head and making me feel drunk dazed in a fleeting second.

“If you make a sound into the kiss, maybe I’d forget about my previous promises and tie you up beautifully, and perhaps – give you kisses in other parts of your body, especially your other pair of lips which is definitely slicking up right now.”

I whimpered.

“And I’d definitely use my tongue to lick into your lower lips, and get it wetter with...”

• • •

Sinfully hot Xavier Costello is a dangerously cunning Mafia lord who was ruthless, heartless and passionate about nothing but his Mafia. Althea Rodriguez, an eighteen year old girl who was as innocent and powerless as a lamb, got betrothed to him – a man she has never met, but had heard uncountable scary rumors about. There was a twelve years gap between them, which made Althea quiver in fear about the thought of getting married to him.

Not all roses have thorns, and neither are all monsters born a beast. And in this case, when two complete opposites are forced together, unexpectedly, intriguing things are bound to happen.

Everything always comes to Xavier with a price, including Love– and he’s going to either cling to his pride and lose the best thing that had ever happened to him, or do the necessary needful.

With claws like secrets threatening to tear them apart and unexpected betrayals from all angles, Althea is going to be thrown in the middle of the dangerously muddled mess filled with guns, men unbelievably heartless than Xavier, and power-starved monsters.

“Say that you hate me!”

“Say that I hurt you and that you fear me just like everybody else in this dumb pack.”

The rage dripping from his voice tears a hole
in my heart that hurts more than the fire
he just burned my skin with.

But I know him too well to not recognize
the pain in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just be like everybody else?!”

I know him better than anyone and I know
that he is just being mean because he wants
that I drop him for his twin.

But as soon as my wolf will finally awaken,
I’ll show him that I’m fated to be with both of them.


Sequel to "When They Touch Me" - Can be read as standalone.

Gabrielle is a private investigator and is about to embark on her most dangerous undercover mission yet: spying on The Golden Hive, a secret society where a lot of women go in…but never come out. She becomes fast allies with Dante, a billionaire who is infiltrated as a member of the society. They work together to take down the dangerous cult-like club, but their growing attraction to each other might not only get in the way of their mission but could also cost them their lives.


“Dante was closer than I thought and his hand was suddenly on my leg. Without taking time to think about it, we leaned forward and kissed. My body felt like it was being electrocuted as he touched his tongue to mine. This wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was rough, hurried, and passionate. It was something I realized I could never get enough of, no matter what it cost me."

Spying on my Billionaire's Secret Society is created by Angeline Hartwood, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Letty has a passionate once night stand on the night of her divorce. After waking up with fuzzy memory of the night before she heads off to work as a sports writer. When she shows up to an interview of a difficult sports superstar she runs right into her one night stand. Is this the beginning of true love?

On my due date, my husband Russell locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Pembroke family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Natasha and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Russell made this insane decision.

"My brother and Natasha's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

“Please!” - I beg, practically throwing myself at your feet. – “You can't treat me like this, not after knowing I'm pregnant.”

He leans into my space, so close that I can smell the spicy notes of his cologne. Then a dark smile comes across his lips.

“And you want me to believe that you, a poor little rich girl, were innocent." He pauses dramatically and smiles as if I had told a very funny joke. “You didn't look like a virgin when I fucked you.”

It was my fault, my fault for believing him, for falling in love with my enemy, for really believing that he would ever love me. Now I was pregnant and alone.

“I hate you!” I say it with all the strength I have in me.

His jaw tightened and he looked like he wanted to break my neck, just like the first time. But now something shone in his eyes, something different. He was uncertain of the accusations he had made, and worst of all. He knew that I was serious. He knew that I would never go back.

Everyone knows Caleb Hart.

Star quarterback. Future scholarship king. The boy teachers protect and students worship.

No one knows Mira Lawson.

Plus-size, scholarship kid, top of the class, and the easiest target in the hallway.

When a sudden family crisis forces Mira to become the live-in babysitter for Caleb’s younger sister, she’s dragged into the last place she ever wanted to be his house. At school, they’re enemies. At home, they’re forced into silence, shared meals, and uncomfortable truths.

But when Caleb begins defending Mira publicly, the bullying doesn’t stop it mutates. Rumors sharpen. Lines are drawn. And Mira realizes something terrifying:

Caleb’s protection is making her life worse.

As hatred turns into reluctant trust, and trust into something dangerously close to love, Mira must decide what self-reinvention really means becoming chosen… or choosing herself.

A raw, emotionally charged YA romance about power, survival, and what it costs to be seen.

“Let me touch you, Jacey. Let me make you feel good,” Caleb whispered.

“You’re already making me feel good,” I blurted, my body tingling deliciously under his touch.

“I can make you feel better,” Caleb said, nipping my lower lip. “Let me?”

“W-What do you need me to do?” I asked.

“Relax, and close your eyes,” Caleb replied. His hand disappeared beneath my skirt, and I closed my eyes tight.


Caleb is my 22-year-old stepbrother. When I was 15, I blurted out that I loved him. He laughed and left the room. Ever since, things have been awkward, to say the least.

But now, it's my 18th birthday, and we are going away camping--with our parents. My dad. His mom. Fun times. I'm planning trying to get lost as much as possible so that I don't have to face Caleb.

I do end up getting lost, but Caleb is with me, and when we find ourselves in a deserted cabin, I find out that his feelings toward me aren't quite what I thought.

In fact, he wants me to!

But he's my stepbrother. Our parents will kill us--if the illegal loggers who just knocked down the door don't do it first.

Natalie swore she would never come back to Blackwood Ridge.
Not after the memories. Not after the abandonment. And definitely not after the mother who chose ambition over her own daughter.

But when her estranged mother—now the powerful CFO of Sterling Crest Bank—asks her to return home for the summer, Natalie reluctantly agrees. Years ago, after her parents divorced, Natalie left town with her father and never looked back. While her mother built a new life with a wealthy husband and a stepson Natalie has never met, Natalie spent years trying to bury the hurt that small town left behind.

From the moment she arrives, Blackwood Ridge feels suffocating. The whispers, the memories, the people who still remember her family’s scandal—it all makes Natalie desperate to escape. So when an old acquaintance drags her to a local frat party on her very first night back, she throws caution aside and drinks far too much.

The night should’ve ended in disaster.

Instead, a mysterious stranger pulls her out before things spiral completely out of control. He had striking heterochromia—one eye a vivid emerald green, the other an icy ocean blue. The contrast was sharp and almost hypnotic. He takes care of her when no one else does. But when Natalie wakes up the next morning tangled in his sheets with almost no memory of the night before, panic sets in. Certain she made a terrible mistake, she prepares for the worst.

What she doesn’t expect is him.

Cold, guarded, and hiding secrets of his own, the last thing he wants is Natalie disrupting the carefully controlled life he’s built. Yet the more they collide, the more impossible it becomes to stay away from each other.

“I’m going to kill you, but first, I want to kiss you...” he groaned, his hands tightening on my throat and eyes lidded with lust.

His grip wasn't tight enough to hurt, just enough to show dominance. He would never hurt me, I was certain of that.

I leaned forward, my lips hovering just above his, our breaths mixed.

“Then kiss me already, QB.” his nostrils flared and then he slanted his lips with mine.
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Harley Smith had the perfect life, until she didn't. One unfortunate accident had her mother in a coma and her father's business going bankrupt. Left with no choice, Harley struck a deal with her enemy: tutor him and get paid.

When the star quarterback of the school is suddenly out of the league for senior year because of a knee injury, Asher is forced to find alternative ways to get into college aside football. He couldn't stand school, nor could he stand Harley, his twin brother's best friend. But she was his only shot at a future outside of football.

The two are forced to work together for their benefits. How far will they keep their alliance before years of rivalry tears it apart? Or will their alliance evolve into something more?

"First, unlimited funds. Second, you clean up every mess I make. Third, keep out of my private life."
Those were the arrogant demands my student laid out when I, the top art professor in New York, offered to make him my exclusive protégé.
The entire faculty gasped. No one dared speak to a Voss heiress like that.
Instead, looking at his face, I gave a slow, quiet nod.
"Agreed," I whispered. "Just make sure you never ruin that face."
He thought I was just another rich, desperate woman blinded by love. He spent my money, flaunted his little girlfriend in my face, and trampled all over my dignity, thinking I would never let him go.
He forgot one crucial detail about being a substitute.
The moment the original returns... the fake becomes worthless.

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera.

Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother, while exposing his father’s crimes.

Everyone knew my twin sister wouldn't live past eighteen. So they gave her all the love, leaving me to survive in the shadows.
When I suffered a asthma attack on our birthday, my mother locked me in the basement.
"Stop faking it. Don't ruin your sister's last birthday," my mother hissed.
She thought I was throwing a tantrum for attention.
She was wrong.
I died on the cold concrete floor while they sang Happy Birthday upstairs.
Now, I am just a ghost floating in our living room. I watch my parents complain about my selfishness. I watch them make empty promises to treat me better tomorrow.
They don't know there is no tomorrow for me...

I felt his strong veiny right arm tighten around my naval to pull me closer to him from behind, as he left a small bite on my earlobe with a whisper, “Babe, come on…why are you being suddenly shy now? Isn’t this what you wanted? Weren’t you fantasizing about me…all this time?”

“W-Wait! W-What’s happening, Sir!? W-Why we are being like this!? T-This is so wrong…you are my boss and I am just your employee—” The way his low deep voice sent shivers down my spine, especially when he nipped on my earlobe which was one of my erogenous zones, I panicked and tried to break free from his restraint.

But the more I struggled, the more his grip around my body tightened, as if he was drawing all the strength out of me, “Why? Aren’t I allowed to show my love to my beloved wife?”

“W-W-Wife??” My voice choked from shock as I stared at him with wide disbelief unable.


Julia's life was turned upside down overnight when she faced a grave betrayal from her long-term boyfriend Marco, who chose her wicked stepsister Melanie on the same day Julia was expecting a proposal from him. Heartbroken and shattered, Julia ends up drowning her sorrow in alcohol, only to wake up the next day with hickeys all over her body with the realization that she had slept with a total stranger who had his face covered with a mask. Filled with shame and regret, somehow when she decided to move forward with her regular life, were her intuitions wrong when she felt the new handsome CEO of their company seemed oddly familiar to her?

As the powerful supernatural creature of Planet Alpha, Damon was stuck on the earth’s surface 200 years ago as a result of a technical error in his spaceship, but falling for an innocent human maiden who was nonetheless his ‘destined mate’ came out of his syllabus in his life.
However, destiny was ruthless. Losing the love of his life brutally and being left alone on earth for centuries, only with a promise from his ‘mate’ to be reborn, Damon had started to lose his hope only until his path crossed with Julia who ignited the lost hope in his heart that he wasn’t abandoned by his mate after all!

What happens when destiny stands out as the biggest obstacle between the love of a human girl and a supernatural alien? Will Julia be able to accept the dreadful secret Damon has been hiding behind his facade as a perfect man? When countless misunderstandings are involved, how will Damon and Julia rekindle their lost love? Will they succeed in protecting each other…or fate will tear them apart once again?

She had the perfect marriage. Until his brother came home. When Emma married Daniel, she thought she had found safety, stability, and love. But years later, cracks have begun to show in their marriage—unspoken resentments, silent nights, and secrets that never quite stay buried.
Then Adrian, Daniel's younger brother, returns. Charismatic. Reckless. Dangerous. Everything Daniel is not.
Everything Emma didn't know she was missing. What begins as stolen glances and accidental touches spirals into a secret so dangerous it could destroy them all.
As passion consumes her, Emma is forced to weave lies thicker than she can manage, each one dragging her deeper into a web of betrayal.
But Adrian isn't telling her everything. And Daniel isn't as blind as he seems.When the truth comes out, someone will be shattered. Someone will be betrayed.
And someone might not survive. My Affair with My Husband's Brother is a breathtaking psychological thriller in addictive chapters dripping with tension, obsession, and shocking twists. A story of forbidden love, dangerous secrets, and the devastating price of desire.

The dealership called to inform me that my Rolls-Royce Starlight Headliner had been replaced with a pink one and was ready for pickup.
I was bewildered. I hadn't driven that car in ages—why would anyone change the headliner without my knowledge?
I confronted my husband, who managed our garage, demanding an explanation.
"Honey, maybe they got their wires crossed. I'll swing by the dealership later and sort it out."
I wasn't about to waste my breath. Instead, I called my friend directly—she happened to own the dealership.
"William's having an affair. I'm going to catch him red-handed."

In a kingdom filled with power, mystery, and old secrets, King Alden and Elara, an ordinary woman, find themselves in an unexpected fight. When a scary force rises from the darkness, threatening to ruin everything Alden has worked for, they must face a powerful enemy that they can't fully understand. Elara has the key to saving the kingdom, and Alden must keep her safe while his feelings for her grow. However, the danger is getting closer, and it becomes hard to tell who is a friend and who is an enemy. The future of the kingdom, their love, and their lives depend on something neither of them is ready for. As they face a major challenge, they need to uncover Elara’s past before it’s too late. Will they overcome the darkness, or will it consume them?

BLURB

On the night Zara Blackwood was born, the pack seer collapsed mid-celebration and spoke a prophecy that silenced the entire crowd. The last born of the Alpha's blood would awaken an ancient power. Through her the curse on the Ironblood Pack would finally break. Or Through her, it would consume them all.

For eighteen years the pack held onto that promise. And watched her They waited And built their hope around a girl who had not yet earned it.

Then her eighteenth birthday came and she did not shift No wolf No power just Nothing. The pack that had once whispered her name like a prayer started calling her the False Moon instead.

But Zara is still standing. And the deeper she digs into the curse that has been killing her people for generations, the closer she gets to a truth nobody prepared her for.

The curse was not an accident nor was it ancient. But It was a choice. Made by the one man she trusted above everyone else. The man who held her pack together with one hand and fed it to the darkness with another hand.

Her own father.

The prophecy was never about power It was about a decision Save her pack or protect the man who made her.

She cannot do both.

Dema never expected her new job to end with a marriage proposal from her billionaire CEO.
But with the tabloids destroying his family's reputation, Rami needs a wife—fast.
One year, a quiet divorce, four million dollars. That's the deal.
Thrown into a world of luxury, scrutiny, and impossible expectations, Dema struggles to keep up while Rami treats their marriage like another business arrangement. Yet beneath his cold rules and perfect composure, something unspoken flickers between them.
Just when Dema begins to wonder if their pretend marriage is becoming something real, she overhears a late-night phone call that makes her blood run cold.
Because maybe she wasn't chosen.
Maybe she was used.
And maybe the deal was never the real trap.

After the apocalypse, I joined my girlfriend and her friends as a makeshift team. I cleared infected, scavenged supplies, and stood guard at night so they could sleep.

I thought we were all each other had.

Then, for a single dose of antibiotics, they handed me to the warlord who slaughtered my entire family.

When she said, “Just endure it—I’ll find a way to bring you back,” I didn’t even have the strength to be angry. She knew exactly what stood between me and that warlord, and what would happen once I was taken.

That’s when it hit me: to them, I was always just a tool.

If she chose to deliver me into my enemy’s hands, I’d settle the three-year-old debt right there.

When we met again, she demanded to speak to the warlord chief—hoping to trade for me once more. Because without me, they couldn’t even find food.

What she didn’t know was that by the third day after she traded me away—

the warlord had a new owner.

The luxury cruise ship in the high seas had become a floating steel coffin for the beautiful CEO and me.
Just a door away, the corridor was teeming with slithering, tentacled Mimics. The wet, crunching sounds of them chewing on raw flesh were enough to make anyone’s scalp go numb.
Inside the pitch-black storage cabin—measuring barely three square meters—the usually aloof and untouchable Ice Queen of the corporate world was so terrified she had her flawless body pressed desperately against my chest.
In this extreme claustrophobia, her scalding body heat generated a fierce friction against me in the face of absolute despair.
"Keep me alive. Everything I have... is yours."

Do all men lose interest in their wives after marriage?

We’ve been married for five years, and he never touched me.

At first he said he wasn’t well, so I was understanding. Later he recovered, but still kept me far away.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my sister came in for a check-up, clearly pregnant with his child.

The truth hit me hard: he wasn’t incapable. He was just incapable with me.

I drew up the divorce papers, ready to end this empty marriage.

On the reason for divorce, I wrote with my own hand:

“Male sexual dysfunction; no marital relations in five years.”

He only smiled coldly when he saw it.

A week later, in the urology clinic.

I put on my medical gloves, looked at him, and said calmly:

“Sir, will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”

His disapproval didn’t take away my confidence.

I still embraced better things in my career and love life!

But his life started to be filled with one accident after another.

Before the wedding, my fiancé, Alpha Kendrick, stood in front of me. Hesitation flickered in his eyes, but so did hope.
“Can you give me a month?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.
A month. Time to see if he could patch things up with Elena Manwaring—his ex-girlfriend. His fated mate.
“If it works out,” he continued, the words deliberate, like he was convincing himself as much as me, “then it’s the Moon Goddess’s blessing. But if it doesn’t… I’ll come back. I’ll marry you. And I’ll leave her behind—forever.”
He meant it. He truly believed this was the honorable thing to do.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t cry. Instead, I let a small, knowing smile tug at my lips.
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice calm and steady. “Give it a try. Life’s too short for regrets, right?”
Relief broke over his face like a wave, as though I’d just untangled him from a chain he hadn’t known how to break. That night, he drove off, lighter than I’d seen him in months.

Blurb:

TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes, mature themes and adult languages. FORBIDDEN DESIRES BETWEEN ADOPTIVE SIBLINGS, Intended only for adults (18+)

“I am already wet. Please don't tease me again”

"I want you even wetter. Now, put that finger inside you baby"

She slipped it through her folds and thrust it into her pussy with a sharp gasp.

Cursing, he tore open his zipper and pulled out his dick.

"Another finger, Cam," he said, sliding his fist up and down his hard shaft. "I want to see you shoving two fingers up there"

She added another and upped her pace, pumping and pumping and moaning.

"This is all mine," he growled, his eyes on her pussy. "No one else gets to see you like this, my virgin temptress. Only me"

She was going to cum….

"Stop"

She halted with a sound of complaint. "Why?"

“I don't want you to cum so easily"

Ugh.

He released his dick and crooked his finger. "Bring my pussy over here"

Camilla, an orphan, had grown up craving Maxwell, the brother who had raised her since she was six.

For years, her desire simmered and she had tempted him but he kept on resisting.

Now, he wants her… but she was giving him the cold shoulders.

But there was no way he would let her go after every sinful temptations she had put him through.

For three years, I believed I was the reason we couldn't have a baby.
I endured endless humiliation from my in-laws and did everything I could to give my husband, Dante Ashbourne, a child.
Then I finally got pregnant.
But a car accident took my baby away.
While I lay unconscious from blood loss, Dante was in the hospital room next door, celebrating the birth of his mistress's baby—and promising her the wedding of her dreams.
As if that weren't cruel enough, he ordered me, fresh from a miscarriage, to take care of his mistress while she recovered from childbirth.
That was the last straw.
I finally decided to leave him, only to discover that our marriage certificate was fake.
We had never been legally married.
Three years of love. Three years of sacrifice. All for nothing.
But even as I dragged my suitcase out of the Ashbourne estate, they refused to let me go.

Selene was just eighteen when her life was rewritten.Pregnant, abandoned, and forced into a marriage of convenience, she carried another man's child down the aisle—without the man she married ever knowing the truth.
Years later, her marriage to Tom Harold is a cage of cold words and hollow promises. Doctors insist she's infertile, his obsession with an heir grows, and the woman who once left him now wants her place back.
Then Rowland returns.The only man Selene has ever loved. The father of her child. The one whose touch still ignites a fire she thought she'd buried.
Now, every glance, every touch, every word between them becomes a battle of desire and restraint. Tom's power and possessiveness clash with Rowland's passion and memory of love, and Selene is trapped in a dangerous game where her heart and her daughter's future hang in the balance.
She must choose: protect the secret that shields her child—or risk everything for a love that never truly let her go.In a marriage built on lies, the most dangerous thing isn't betrayal.It's the truth.
"I am happily married, Rowland. I have a family now."

"I know you, Selene, like the back of my hand. Are you really happy? If I hadn't sensed your distress at that party. I would have deleted your contact, and you would have never seen me again."
"It's been years, Rowland. You know nothing about me. I have changed a great deal. I don't know why you came back. But please stay away from me and my family."

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

She was betrayed by those she trusted most. Now she's back for revenge.

Nevada thought she'd found her fated mate, only to discover it was all part of her sister Bernadette's cruel scheme. Rejected, humiliated, and cast out while pregnant, Nevada disappeared.

Five years later, she returns to New York as CEO of the Lewiston empire, ready to destroy those who betrayed her. But when Grey discovers their five-year-old daughter, everything changes.

In a world where bullying and insecurities seem to dominate, Mara, a tall and nerdy young girl with a hidden talent for swimming, faces daily teasing at school and the indifference of those around her. But her life takes an unexpected turn when, due to surprising circumstances, she becomes the full-time babysitter for the younger brother of the hockey team captain, Damon, and his younger brother, Mathew.

As she spends more time at the coach’s house, Mara discovers in the pool— that place where she dreamed of becoming a champion—a source of inspiration and transformation. However, Damon’s presence, who, along with other classmates, has treated her with contempt, and the school rivalry that extends into the home, complicate things even further. Her relationship with Denisse, the popular cheerleader and Damon’s ex-girlfriend, adds tension to an already challenging scenario.

By getting closer to Mathew and sharing moments in the pool, Mara also begins to get to know Jason, a young man initially seen as a rival, but who gradually reveals himself to be a complex figure and, eventually, a genuine support. What starts as rivalry evolves into an unexpected friendship, and perhaps, something deeper.

Through her experiences, Mara discovers that true beauty arises when one dares to be authentic. Her self-confidence grows, and in the process, she finds in Jason a strength that helps her overcome her fears and leave behind past wounds.

Will Mara and Jason be able to overcome their own obstacles, turn enemies into friends—and perhaps into love? Is it possible that bravery, protection, and acceptance can change their destinies?

A story of growth, courage, and hope that demonstrates that, even amid pain and adversity, true beauty lies in authenticity and the capacity to reinvent oneself.

I built Elias’s billion-dollar FinTech core system from the ground up. We once endured countless late nights in a basement, vowing to stick together. After the IPO, he grew obsessed with his fragile step-sister Mia. He shared my confidential code with her, ignored my pregnancy emergency, and lost our baby while comforting her. He even erased the secret love note I hid on page three of our architecture. Months later, his business crumbled, and he begged me for forgiveness with diamonds and his CEO resignation. But every chance he had is gone. I’ve built my own thriving tech company, and I’m never coming back.

"Joanna, you can't escape!" Sebastian roars, gripping my wrist and yanking me against his chest. His lips crush mine—raw and searing—stealing the air from my lungs. I fight him, but my body betrays me, trapped between shame and a hunger I can't explain. Through tears, I whisper, "Am I just Elodie's ghost to you? Or something you own?" His eyes darken, silencing me with a kiss that leaves me hating myself for wanting more.

I'm Joanna Bennett, struggling to pay my mother's medical bills when Sebastian King stormed into my life because I resemble his dead girlfriend. He rules his empire with ruthless control, treating me like a pawn. At night, I hear him call her name, his voice breaking in ways it never does with me.

My brother Daniel watches with quiet rage, while Sebastian's enigmatic brother Zayne’s sudden interest feels far from innocent. Soon, I uncover shocking lies about my own past that threaten everything.

When Sebastian announces his engagement, I shatter—then he drags me to mansion, locking the door, reminding me what’ll happen to my mother’s care if I leave.

His fiancée Ava cuts me down with cruel jabs. Then Daniel’s journal reveals a forbidden love that broke him, destroying us both.

Until Sebastian finds me at our lakeside, dropping to his knees: “I was wrong.”

Can I forgive him—or myself if I do?

Six years of marriage, and I thought that if I tried hard enough, she would see me someday.
Yet she never gave me a hug, never called our son "sweetheart" once, and couldn't even stand him calling her "Mom."
She said I was calculating, that I was shameless.
I laughed. So, in her eyes, my love was a scam from the very beginning.
So, I signed the divorce papers and left town with our son.
I thought it was all over.
But then she said,
"I'm not leaving you."

Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.

Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.

"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"

At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.

They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.

That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.

Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:

"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"

At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.

The day before Thanksgiving, my husband, David, dragged his suitcase to the airport, claiming he was flying to Seattle to meet an important client.
My parents took my younger brother to Miami for a vacation and conveniently took my six-year-old daughter with them.
With the house empty, I picked up a last-minute catering shift that paid double the usual hourly rate. I needed the extra money to cover next month's rent and buy David a gift. So I temporarily filled in as a dinner server at a mansion in Beverly Hills.
After changing into a black-and-white uniform, I entered the employer's home through the service entrance.
The person in charge was the lady of the house—a young, beautiful blonde.
She had barely led me through the hallway toward the main room when I saw several workers hanging a massive engagement portrait on the central wall.
The man in the photograph, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, was my husband of six years.
David.
I froze where I stood, my mind going completely blank.
"Move it a little to the left. Yes, that's it. Straighten it!" the blonde girl called out to the workers.
Then she turned toward me.
"What? Can't take your eyes off it? That's my fiancé."
She looked me up and down, her voice dripping with condescending, fake sympathy.
"Working on a major holiday? I guess you're not married yet."
I closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath. "I am. But I'll be a widow very soon."

Leaving everything Lily had behind, she moved to a far countryside Pack and made sure no one would be able to find her anymore. Her perfect life back then turned upside down raising twin children with her under a small Pack a kind-hearted stranger brings them into. She was determined to live her life being tied and stuck to her poor situation when out of nowhere her ex-boyfriend, Wade, whom she left hanging years ago when she ran away came to visit the Pack she’s currently residing in. The worst part is that he will spend his stay under the same roof with her. Would their interrupted love rejoin this time around? Or the bitterness of the past will prevail.

I stumbled out of the Moonlit Forest covered in blood, but Magnus didn’t even look at me. He rushed straight to Jasper instead.
I clutched the blood-soaked rope, struggling to catch my breath.
“I almost didn’t make it out alive...”
Magnus whipped around, his eyes turning ice-cold.
“Stop playing the victim! If you hadn’t wasted so much time, Jasper wouldn’t have been hurt this badly!”
Before I could answer, Willa collapsed into his arms, sobbing.
“Magnus, don’t blame Elowen. I never should’ve forced her to do this...”
I stared at them, my nails digging painfully into my palms.
Magnus had threatened our son’s life to force me into the Moonlit Forest for Willa.
I had nearly died doing exactly what he demanded.
And somehow, it was still my fault.
My voice came out hoarse.
“Magnus... what do our son and I even mean to you?”
He shoved me aside and pulled Willa closer into his arms.
“You were born with Alpha blood. It’s your duty to protect the pack.”
His expression hardened.
“Don’t bother me with this nonsense.”

“See? Mom warned you a long time ago—Rehn is a venomous snake to the bone.”
When a monster tore my right arm apart, and I watched my so-called best brother scoop up all the rations and run without looking back, my mother’s voice suddenly sounded inside my head.
But she’d died five years ago.
Mom told me my “good brother” hadn’t gone far at all.
He was hiding nearby, waiting for the monster to leave so he could come back and play the hero.
He would stash the ammunition, swap out my antibiotics, and in the end use me as the perfect meat shield—kicking me straight into a dead end.
To stay alive, I swallowed my blood-soaked humiliation and played along with him for a full one hundred and twenty minutes of brotherly devotion.
Until he finally tore off the mask and shoved me toward the most horrifying mutant.
I sneered and tossed away my self-defense knife.
Brother, you want to be a god of the wasteland?
Sorry. I’m going to be that god.

Everyone said I was just a shadow of Ethan, that I was nothing without him.
So during the tryouts, to comfort his "scared" sweetheart, he let go mid-jump, almost costing me my life.
He was betting I couldn't leave him, that I'd forgive him like I did the last eighteen times.
But he lost.
This time, I didn't cry or throw a fit.
I simply tossed the apartment key that symbolized our seven years together into the trash, then turned and walked toward my own world championship.

For three years, I had a secret affair with my uncle—Alpha Lucius.
We explored every inch of desire, every way two people could belong to each other.
I thought it was love.
So when I found out I was pregnant, I ran to him without hesitation.
But the moment his first love returned, I understood—I was just a stand-in.
He sent me away.
Said we were over.
All because he wanted to give her a grand wedding.
Five years later, I returned to the Blackthorn Pack… with a child.
Alpha Lucius stared at me in shock.
“Whose child is that?”
I pulled the boy closer into my arms.
“My son. He’s five.”
Then I looked down and said softly,
“Say hello, Liam.”

Catherina Hanshaw Dalton has spent six years believing she lived a fairytale, married to billionaire Xavier Dalton, cherished by him, and building a life rooted in devotion, even amid one heartbreak she cannot control: their inability to have a child. Though Xavier assures her she is enough, Catherine senses his quiet disappointment, a wound deepened by the venomous hostility of his mother, Lydia Dalton. Lydia never misses a chance to insult Catherine’s infertility, idolize Xavier’s sister Mia and her children, or imply Xavier married beneath his status. Catherine endures it all, clinging to the one constant comfort, Xavier always defends her. Or so she believes.
This Christmas, however, Catherine’s dread of another humiliating Dalton family gathering turns into confusion. Lydia is gracious….kind, even. The manor is full of relatives, business partners, and esteemed guests, including Hunter Powell, Xavier’s ruthless business rival. The brief moment when Cathy’s eyes meet Hunter unsettles her, but nothing prepares her for Lydia’s “special Christmas gift.”
During the toast, Lydia presents Caroline Turner…a beautiful young woman who is allegedly four months pregnant through surrogacy…with Xavier’s child.