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"If you truly want to leave now, Alisha, you must accept Lucien's rejection and sever the ties completely.” Calum said, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and concern, and a tear fell down my face.Taking in a deep breath, the weight of my decision heavy upon my chest, in that moment, I summoned every ounce of courage within me and spoke the words that would forever change the course of my life."I reject you, Lucien," I said, my voice clear and resolute. "I reject you as my Alpha and as my mate."***When Luna Queen Alisha Stone catches her fated mate, Alpha Lucien Ragnarok cheating on her, on the eve of her birthday, she does the unthinkable.Determined to reclaim her independence and protect her heart from further pain, she takes a bold step by rejecting him, severing their mate bond once and for all. With her voice unwavering and not changing her decision, Alisha refuses to be bound to a mate who betrays her trust and treats her so callously.However rejecting Lucien is not enough and longing for the taste of vengeance, she yearns for his blood to quench the burning rage within her.How would she accomplish this feat? Would she get her revenge successfully? Or would she get the love she truly deserves, if Lucien decides to change? Well, let’s find out in this gripping werewolf romance tale.

His hand slides up my thigh under the dinner table while our parents talk about wedding plans.

"Stop," I whisper, but my voice breaks on the word.

Damon leans close, his breath hot against my ear, his voice a low growl only I can hear. "Your heartbeat says you don't want me to stop, little wolf."

He's my stepbrother. My hockey captain. My Alpha. And the mate the Moon Goddess bound me to before I even knew I was a werewolf.

I spent years believing I was human. Then his golden eyes found mine across a crowded rink, and something inside me woke up—something hungry, wild, and desperate for him. Now we steal moments in the dark, his body pinning mine against locker room walls, his teeth grazing the spot on my neck where his mark belongs. One bite and I'm his forever. One slip and our families shatter.

But the bond doesn't care about consequences. It pulls me to his bed, to his truck, to the deep woods where he teaches me to shift and I teach him to be gentle. Every full moon, the ache to complete the bond gets worse. Every secret kiss tastes like a goodbye we're too weak to say.

And now there's a second heartbeat inside me. His pup.

The pack will call it an abomination. Our parents will call it a betrayal. But when Damon presses his palm to my belly and whispers, "You're mine, Sky. Both of you. Let the world burn," I know I'll risk everything for him.

Because some bonds aren't meant to be hidden. Some are meant to start a war.

For Renata, the world of the rich is a place where she will never belong, as everyone, without exception, as self-centered, mean, rude, overbearing, cheating and wicked.
When she leaves the country, she starts working for one of the biggest companies in the world, and although she hates herself for feeling this, she can't keep the bold Italian out of her thoughts, she can't control her heartbeat let alone the butterflies in her stomach every time he's around.
She tries not to want him for 3 reasons:
1 - He is rich.
2 - He is her boss, and
3 - She finds the behavior of this Italian tycoon very suspicious.
The more she tries to stay away, the more he insists on getting closer.
Between them, which will speak louder: love or reason?

Viona Leander is certain that she carries the memories of Nadine Myer, a journalist who died a month ago, so she can take revenge on the fiancé who betrayed her with her own friend.
After going to great lengths to seek vengeance, she discovers that the real reason she awakened in Viona’s body was never revenge at all. It was to heal the heart of a man she had broken over and over again.

Neah was pregnant the night she desperately kept calling her husband while writhing in pain. But instead of answering her cries for help, Dave chose to stay in his meeting.

And that night, they didn’t just lose their baby—they lost their love for each other too.

Two years later, Dave is finally at the peak of success as the top CEO candidate, while Neah is slowly rebuilding the life and heart he once shattered. But when fate brings them together again, Dave realizes that all his achievements mean nothing without the woman he once neglected.

But what if their broken marriage wasn’t caused by his neglect alone… but by the people who secretly destroyed them from the shadows?

And when Dave finally learns the truth, will there still be a family waiting for him… or is he already too late?

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies .

“ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe .

I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth .

“ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

Twenty-five years ago, a deadly virus swept across the world, wiping out countless humans and driving female beastfolk to extinction. Since then, women have become the rarest treasure in existence—cherished, protected, and granted the power to choose any beast mate they desire.

As one of the few remaining human women, Faye Sinclair is supposed to live a life of privilege. Surrounded by powerful alphas, worshiped by society, and pursued by men who would fight wars for her, she seems to have everything.

But beneath the perfect world built for women lies a secret no one dares to speak aloud. And when Faye begins pulling at the threads holding society together, she discovers that the greatest power in the Beast World belongs not to kings, warriors, or rulers—but to the woman brave enough to rewrite the rules.

Being married to Gabriel Bowen for two years, Nicole never faced a problem for being a plus sized woman. He always made her understand he liked his women thick.

Until one evening she decides to surprise him early from work. But as she steps into their apartment, she notices something’s off.

Gabriel is home, but he isn’t alone. She walks up to the bedroom where she finds her husband’s head buried between the legs of a red haired woman who is nothing close to being thick.

Unapologetic about it, he straight up asks for a divorce . After the divorce shatters her, she disappears… only to return a year later with a transformed body, sharpened confidence, and a legal mind ready for war.

I stood there frozen while my worst enemy wrapped his arm around me and told the entire room I was his girlfriend.
Lila Bennett has been secretly in love with her stepbrother Mason for years. No one knew. Except Knox Ryder, the arrogant hockey bad boy who has made her life miserable since high school.

Then Mason brings home his new girlfriend. Sienna, the same girl who tormented Lila throughout high school. When Sienna finds Lila’s private, very explicit story clearly written about Mason, she is ready to ruin her forever.
In one heartbeat, Knox steps in. He pulls Lila close, kisses her cheek, and declares they are together. Now they are fake dating to protect her humiliating secret.

The more time Lila spends with the cold, tattooed hockey star she used to hate, the more she sees the warm, fiercely protective heart underneath. He might be the only person who truly sees her. And the only one who can heal the heart she thought was ruined.

But when the lines between fake and real start to blur, Lila must decide if she is brave enough to risk everything for the boy she never saw coming.

"Who’s there?” thundered one of the suited men.

“Shit, run!”

Without hesitation, she turned and fled for her life.

With a calm, almost chilling expression, Grant only said two words:

“Kill her.”

And thus, the chase began.

One detective out for revenge.
One mafia lord out for blood.

Angelina Gusta lives a double life.

By day, she’s a sharp, unassuming accountant at Detroit’s most powerful corporation. By night, she’s the Moon Demon, an undercover journalist hunting the truth behind her father’s murder. In her relentless quest for justice, a single night changes everything.

Grant McRae — her impossibly handsome boss, the man she secretly admired — is the ruthless leader of one of Detroit’s most dangerous mafia gangs.

Torn between her vow to find her father’s killers and her growing feelings for Grant, Angelina decides to play it safe, keeping her cover intact. But the deeper she goes, the more she realizes she’s stepped into a deadly web of betrayal — one that could destroy them both.

This is a gripping tale of betrayal, a labyrinth of deceit, and a love tested against the darkest sides of loyalty and humanity.

He was my dad’s best friend. Until he vanished. Now he’s my boss… and the one man I’m not supposed to want.

When I walk into Ryder Vane’s office, resume in hand, I don’t expect him to recognize me. He doesn’t.
Not the little girl he once read bedtime stories to.
Not the daughter of the man he betrayed.
Not the secret I’ve been keeping since the night everything fell apart.

Ryder is Hollywood royalty—brilliant, commanding, impossible to ignore. And he just hired me as his assistant.

I wanted distance. Closure. Maybe a little revenge.
What I didn’t plan on was the sparks. The stolen glances. The late nights that blur the lines between right and ruin.

He’s twice my age. My dad’s ex–best friend. And completely off-limits.

But secrets don’t stay buried in this town.
And when the past comes crashing back with a stalker’s note and a kiss I can’t take back…

The biggest scandal won’t be what’s in the tabloids.
It’ll be what’s in my heart.

He stepped closer to me, his hard body invading my space.

The door that felt like support suddenly felt like a trap. There was nowhere for me to run to as his scent filled my senses.

“I’m sorry, Aurora,” his voice low, his eyes blazing with the promise of something dark.

“What are we doing, Conan?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“We are doing anything you want us to do,” his voice was low and seductive.

My breath caught as his thumb brushed my bottom lip.

“Conan—” I whispered, but he didn’t let me finish.

His lips slanted against mine, hungry and demanding.

He was the sailor, and I would gladly let him guide me.


SHE NEEDED A MIRACLE. HE OFFERED A CONTRACT.

Aurora’s world is crumbling—her only son is dying, and the life-saving bone marrow surgery costs $1 million. An amount she can’t afford with her salary. When her new boss Conan grey, slides a $10 million marriage contract across her desk, she thinks it’s a cruel joke.

Until she catches her boyfriend cheating.

Heartbroken and desperate, aurora signs the contract, stepping into a world of wealth secrets, and a man whose touch is ice—but whose past may burn everything she’s trying to save.

Will a deal made in desperation destroy her… or give her everything she never knew she needed?

I’ve loved Tristan for as long as I can remember. My best friend, my secret crush… and now, my stepbrother.

Living under the same roof should have been awkward. Instead, it’s terrifying. Every glance, every teasing word, every protective gesture makes my heart race. How can I resist him when he’s right there, closer than ever, and yet forbidden?

Sam's world shatters the day his father is murdered, leaving him in the hands of his late father's half-brother — Marcus — a terrifying mafia alpha werewolf who becomes his legal guardian. As the years pass in the violent shadows of their empire, an intense and forbidden tension builds between them, finally exploding when Marcus binds Sam to him with an ancient blood pact, marking him as his omega. Trapped in a merciless world where the weak are slaughtered, Sam can't bring himself to truly hate the man who now owns him. But deadly secrets, pack wars, and a dangerous new rival named Lucas — a brooding alpha who stirs feelings Sam shouldn't have — threaten to destroy everything.
Caught between loyalty, betrayal, and raw desire, Sam must choose: fight to break the bond that chains him… or surrender to the unexpected strength and love hidden in the arms of the one man he was never supposed to want.

I died once—pushed in front of a bullet for my adopted sister by my own brother.
Now I'm back.
And I'm done being the family doormat.

My so-called family stole my tennis spot, sabotaged my career, and handed everything to their precious adopted daughter. This time? I walked out, took back my club, and I'm playing the WwA tournament on my own terms.

They broke me once.
They won't get a second chance.

Their whole relationship was a bet.

She was THE bet. Not the girl. Not the girlfriend. The bet, scrawled on a napkin in a locker room while his teammates laughed. Whoever could sleep with the quiet nerdy girl first won. And Ryan Beckett? He won easy.

She found out in a group chat. Every detail and the humiliation swallowed her whole, even worse when he didn't even have the decency to feel bad about it.

Lena doesn't know hockey. But she knows statistics, probability, and exactly how to turn a losing player into a weapon. And Cole Beckett — Ryan's older, meaner, asshole older brother, is one bad season away from losing everything.

She finds him first.

The deal is humiliating to propose and she knows it. Be her fake boyfriend. Make Ryan lose his mind watching her on his brother's arm. In return, she'll do what no coach has managed: she'll get Cole to that championship.

But what started as a plan to make her dumb ex livid becomes something even more igniting, far more than she could have imagined.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder.
"Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter.
"Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me.
"I am a slut, only for you," I murmur.


I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes.

So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

You don’t marry the devil and expect to walk away…

Two years ago, I made the most reckless decision of my life. I married a stranger — a dangerously sharp Russian with eyes like winter storms and a voice that curled around your spine.

It was supposed to be fake.
A quick, quiet wedding on a borrowed yacht.
A loophole to stop my billionaire father from selling me off to some corporate puppet in a boardroom marriage.

But the stranger-the man I begged for help—wasn’t just some wealthy businessman in an expensive suit. He was Mikhail Volkov. A Bratva king. Cold. Ruthless. Calculating.

I left him divorce papers and two million dollars on his bed the next morning… and vanished.

But the past doesn’t stay buried. And men like him don’t forget unfinished business.

Two years later, under a new name and a quiet life halfway across the world, I thought I was safe. Until my new company gets bought out. By him.

Mikhail Volkov.

He came for me.

And this time, running isn’t an option.

“Why the hell are you calling me your wife?” I snap, shoving the contract across his desk. “I paid you off. I left divorce papers. Signed.”

He steps closer, all tailored dominance and lethal calm, his voice low enough to scrape against my bones.
"You don’t end things with me unless I say so, moya zhena. And I don’t marry… to divorce."

I’m not free. I’m his unfinished business. And now? I belong to him… whether I want to or not.

"Everyone is watching, don’t make a fool of me,” My tone turns sinister, provocative. “It’s just an I do. Say. It.”
“No! I can’t!” she breathes out.


Viktoria Malchov was only a child when her world ended in blood and gunfire—one Christmas night that wiped out her entire family. Seven years later, she has learned to survive.
To bury the screams.
To forget the past.
Until the day she’s forced into a marriage she never chose… to a man she has never met.
Or so she thought.
Because the man waiting for her at the altar is not a stranger.
He is her past.
Her only surviving relative—Maksim ‘Misha’ Malchov.

Tessa has just kissed stepbrothers Mason and Bennett.
They decide they don't like sharing and now she has to choose between them.

"Bennett is calm and cruel.
Mason is reckless and rude.
I've been a good girl and stayed out of their way,
but they'll do everything in their power to force me to do
the one thing I've never been able to do.
Choose between the Slade brothers.
They'll have to kill me first.
I've seen what they're capable of.
So maybe they can..."

She's my best friend's sister, which meant she was off-limits. But I could never keep my distance, because I had always wanted Mia.
I tried hard to resist my feelings for her, yet, I couldn't. So, I walked away, thinking it was the right thing to do.
Now, ten years later, I've made a name for myself. I'm a billionaire with everything I ever dreamed of—except for one thing: Mia.
When I see her again, she's not the shy girl I once knew. No, she's confident, strong, and still the one person who has the power to make me lose control.
However, she's also cold and distant, treating me like just another client, a stranger. She has every reason to hate me. But this time, I'm not walking away.

Berliana Margaretha is a robot inventor who is so telling in her circles. She was the first to develop a method of making a robot like a normal human being and she has secretly done that and made a robot that looks so much like her dead ex-boyfriend.

She named the robot Victor Valdes, almost the same name as her boyfriend. But one day the robot she created went out of control and made her feel that the handsome human-like robot had begun to dominate her.

"You are mine, Berliana Margaretha."

"Oh my God, Victor! You're a robot so go back to your place, don't move!"

"No way, I'm your boyfriend, you're my girlfriend."

Would Berliana's rejection continue to escalate or would she be swept away by the passion of the artificially intelligent robot she had created that almost resembled a human being?

"Let me show you what it feels like to be a woman again, Dahlia. Just for tonight, Seb doesn't have to know... You know I can keep a secret," Zane smirks darkly.

I swallow hard, my eyes darting between his gaze and his lips as an intense wave of forbidden heat sears through me.


Dahlia Sterling has been engaged to her boyfriend, Sebastian Thorne, after five years of dating.

To the outside world, they seem like the perfect couple. And in many ways, they are. But behind closed doors, Dahlia's sex life with Sebastian is miserable and unfulfilling.

Despite countless counseling sessions and therapeutic efforts to fix the problem, nothing changes, especially since Sebastian constantly shames Dahlia for struggling with what he believes is a sex addiction.

Everything changes when Dahlia crosses paths with Sebastian's estranged older brother, Zane Thorne — a man who has secretly been in love with his brother's fiancée for years.

Zane once believed Dahlia was genuinely happy with Sebastian — That was the only thing that kept him from pursuing her initially. But the moment he realizes the truth, he makes it his mission to rescue her from her misery. By fucking her brains out and awakening emotions in her she can no longer ignore.

Now, she's caught between the Thorne brothers. One is her fiancé—her Mr. Sunshine, who could never love her the way she yearns to be loved. The other is his complete opposite—a man who would burn the world to the ground if it meant putting a smile on her face.

NB: This book is purely a dark romance. R18+.

On the night of her wedding, Helen Smith was attacked by a stranger.
Since then, every night has been a nightmare she cannot escape.

By day, she plays the role of the perfect wife, caring for her gravely ill husband whom she barely knows.
By night, she’s haunted by fear, shame, and a faceless man who takes what he wants in the dark.

Trapped in a golden cage of secrets and silence, Helen begins to question everything: her marriage, the man she married, and the terrifying truth that may be hiding just beneath the surface.

Because in this house, nothing is what it seems.
And the greatest betrayal is yet to come.

PROLOGUE
WYNTER'S POV
I ran blindly through the bushes, looking back every few feet I got, the twigs scratched at me and the leaves roped round my feet but I didn't care. The owls were hooting loudly and mysteriously but I couldn't hear it, all I heard was the insane pounding of my heart.
I fell all of a sudden and wanted to bounce right back on my feet but the pain was more than I could ignore. I could hear their voices somewhere behind me and they were fast approaching mercilessly. I didn't even know when I let out a loud groan from all the pain i felt. I was injured and in a highly critical condition and was adding more injuries by the second.
My hair stuck to my scalp in cold sweat and my whole body shook in fear but I knew I had to keep moving. With all the strength in me, I rose to my feet with a gasp.
"She's over there! Get her!! No one's returning without getting her!!! And she's definitely not getting away!" The Leader screamed behind and I turned, taking another path crying as i went.
I stopped as blood flowed freely from my injuries. I needed to hide. I looked around frantically but there seemed to be nothing but tall trees i couldn't hope to climb. Then i felt it in my pocket, the shot I had taken before it all started. I brought out the syringe with shaking hands as tears ran freely down my face.
I held the needle to the vein on my arm knowing fully well that it could kill me as I was too weak for it. It was supposed to make me numb and cold for a few minutes but apart from

I thought escaping my yandere ex-girlfriend was the hardest thing I’d ever do.
Then, the apocalypse began.
For six grueling months, I slaved away in a survivor shelter, doing everything to survive.
But gratitude doesn’t exist in the wasteland.
To secure rations, the shelter leaders decided to betray me, trading me away like cattle to a rival superpower base.
As I was dragged out, leaving my old shelter to its inevitable doom, I braced myself for the worst at the new base.
But when I was brought before their ruthless, all-powerful leader, the blood in my veins ran cold.
Sitting on the throne was the very woman who used to drug me, cage me, and possess me.
My psycho ex.
And she’s been looking for me.

My boyfriend was pretending to be poor.
I figured it out not long after we started dating. He would throw away body wash bottles the second the pump stopped working, and he dumped out the gray water I’d been saving to flush the toilet. When I caught him, he gave me this perfectly innocent look. "Aren't you just supposed to pour dirty water down the drain?"
We’d pass a street food cart selling those cheap processed sausages—three bucks for one, five for two. He’d squeeze my hand and say, "Look, babe, we're saving a whole dollar." He played the part of the thrifty boyfriend flawlessly.
I never called him out on it. Mostly because I was sitting on a secret of my own—one I had no intention of sharing.
That was, until I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him texting his buddy in the dark.
His friend had sent: Girls like her are just for fun. Let me test her out for you. I flash a little cash, and she'll come crawling.
He stared at the screen, hesitating for what felt like forever. Finally, he typed a single word: Yeah.
I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
The very next day, his rich little buddy strolled into the coffee shop where I worked. He slid a sleek bank card across the counter. "There’s thirty grand on this," he said. "Consider yourself bought."
Rich people always love testing the moral fiber of the poor.
But who made the rule that they're the only ones allowed to give the test?

For three years, Caleb Vance and I were the two most mismatched people at Hometown Beans.
We fought every single day, couldn't stand the sight of each other — even Frank, our boss, just assumed it was a matter of time before we tore the place apart.
But I never expected that after one of our fights, an accident would cost me my memory.
And I definitely never expected to wake up to find the man I hated most in the world, his eyes red, telling the doctor:
"I'm her boyfriend. We've been together for three years."
Except I remember perfectly well that we were never together.
So when I decided to fake amnesia, I had no idea I was about to uncover a secret that would upend three years of bad blood between us.
And it all started the day Frank announced he'd be handing Hometown Beans over to one of us.

To piss off my ex-husband, I ordered a companion android from his company—one with his exact face. I've been breaking it in every night for a month.
Then Genesis Bionics customer service sent me an email:
[Dear Ms. Rachel Knight, your custom order has not yet shipped. Please be patient.]
I looked up at the android buttering toast in my kitchen, my mind going completely blank.
Then who the hell is in my house?

In my previous life, the apocalypse struck. I entrusted my last hope of survival to my best friend of twenty years, but the moment the zombies swarmed, he unhesitatingly pushed me into the horde to be his shield. My girlfriend of three years, standing high above, watched coldly, her face filled with relief at shedding a burden.

In the excruciating pain of being bitten to death, I was reborn 72 hours before the apocalypse.

Looking at the messages from that despicable couple on my phone, I calmly blocked and deleted them, then cashed out all my assets, hoarding three million US dollars worth of top-tier weaponry and massive amounts of supplies. The apocalypse

arrived as expected. When my scheming girlfriend and betrayed brother were chased like dogs by zombies, kneeling before my fortress, frantically begging for mercy,

I sat atop a mountain of supplies, holding an infinitely replicating spatial ring, a gun pressed against his kneecap, and sneered: "Want to live? Never in this lifetime."

In this life, I will not be a saint; I will be the sole king of this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

My husband and parents wanted me dead. All because my sister was "dying."

They shoved a divorce agreement and an experimental surgery consent form at me.

I was supposed to be her donor.

But they didn't know I was the one actually dying.

Three days ago, they told me I had terminal bone cancer.

One month to live.

So when they threatened me into some back-alley surgery, I smiled.

I was already dying anyway.

"Arthur, please! Send someone to Black Forest—Noah's been taken by rogue shifters! They'll kill him!" I hit the marble floor hard, blood trickling from my forehead.

My mate, the most feared enforcer in this territory, couldn't be bothered. He was too busy looking for his lover's precious pet.

"Eve, you're sick—lying about our kid to get attention?" He gestured dismissively. "Throw her in the cells until she stops this bullshit."

He locked me up all night.

Next morning, he let me out, figuring I'd gotten the message.

He didn't know that thirty minutes ago, the gate guards brought a blood-soaked box.

Our son's head was inside.

On the live gala broadcast, everyone called Vanessa Hart “Mrs. Caldwell.” And the real Mrs. Caldwell — me — sat at home, watching him let it all happen.
I have loved Ethan for more than a decade, only to get a marriage built on a deal. He married me to save my family. He kept me around because I was still useful. What he never realized was that I had a heart, and it could break beyond repair.
When I finally turned and walked away, he discovered the woman who had always waited for him was gone.
Now he drowns in regret. But will I ever go back to him?

The day my sister and I came back to life, we made one call: swap fiancés.

Last time, Dad burned every favor he had to lock down two marriage deals for the family. One with a mafia family that runs the West Coast. The other with a corporate CEO.

My sister married the mafia leader. She was too gentle, too kind for a world that ran on blood and backstabbing. The man had a childhood friend who played soft and helpless but was vicious as hell underneath. That woman tormented my sister for decades before finally arranging an "accident" that killed her.

And me? I got the polished CEO.

Sounds good, right? Except we tortured each other from day one. He was all rules and manners, always talking like he was giving a speech. Me? I blow up fast and if I can throw a punch, I will. Every day was the same standoff. He'd pull back, I'd push forward, and nobody gave an inch.

We spent our whole lives being polite and miserable.

Then one day, my sister and I woke up on the afternoon they announced the engagements.

In my past life, simply to buy a smile from his mistress, Lilianna, Valerius insisted on shutting down the territory's ultraviolet defense grid on the night of a meteor shower.

 

I fought him tooth and nail. In return, he shattered my legs and threw me into the dark like a bag of trash.

 

The horde swarmed in. It took three agonizing hours of being eaten alive by a dozen ghouls before I finally bled out.

 

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of the control room's master lever.

 

If fate brought me back, it wasn't to play the pathetic saint again. This time, I'm going to step aside and quietly admire the symphony of death they compose for themselves.

I awaited my seven-year-old son's birthday, yearning for my husband’s return, only to stumble upon him celebrating at a bar, tenderly kissing his childhood sweetheart.
I initially believed this to be yet another instance of his favoritism, until I overheard a devastating conversation and realized the truth: the precious son I had nurtured for seven years was not mine, but a product of his union with his childhood friend.
The marriage I had fought so hard to preserve was, from the very beginning, a deceitful scheme orchestrated against me.

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.

Someone posted a positive pregnancy stick next to my student ID on the school's anonymous forum.
By first period, eight hundred people thought I was the campus slut. By lunch, the lacrosse captain stood up in the cafeteria and told everyone he was the father. By Friday, my full-ride scholarship was frozen and the dean told me to "keep a low profile."
I've never even kissed anyone.
Margaux Aldridge — Ashford Academy's golden girl, my so-called friend — showed up with tissues and a shoulder to cry on. She even talked to her daddy on the board about getting me a "quiet transfer" so I wouldn't have to suffer a public hearing.
So generous. So kind.
She even handed me a withdrawal form. My name already filled in. Just needed a signature.
She really thought I'd sign it.

The ultrasound photo caught fire slowly, curling at the edges before the flame swallowed it whole.
I watched it burn in front of my mother's grave.
Eight weeks. That was how far along I had been.
Three days ago, on the anniversary of her death, I came here to talk to her. To tell her she was going to be a grandmother.
Instead, I found my husband fucking his ex-girlfriend against the oak tree twenty feet from her headstone.
I lost the baby that night.

My cousin stole thirty thousand dollars from our dying grandmother.
Not for an emergency. Not for bills.
For liposuction.
Then she told everyone I did it. Said I was jealous of her figure — that I'd drained Grandma's cardiac surgery fund because I wanted to look different. And the terrible part is, everyone believed her. My boyfriend. My uncle and aunt. Every single person who'd watched me grow up in that house — eating their leftovers standing at the kitchen counter, wearing my aunt's old coat with the broken zipper through every winter — turned around and decided I was the thief.
I couldn't prove otherwise. I couldn't get anyone to listen.
Last time this happened, I didn't survive it.
Then I opened my eyes. I was back in the hospital corridor. My aunt's hand raised, ready to swing.

She called him a shameless con man. She didn't know he was a killer the whole underworld feared.

Elizabeth Williams doesn't trust charming men—especially ones who show up out of nowhere claiming to be her savior. Caesar doesn't care what she thinks. He's not here to charm her. He's here to keep her alive, one way or another.

She sees an arrogant fraud chasing her money.
He sees a woman too stubborn to admit she needs him.

Neither one is ready for what happens when the mask finally comes off.

"Time's up, sir. That's enough."
I've said it so many times I've gone numb to it. In this brothel, I'm nothing but a body with a price tag.
Then an old man froze in the doorway, his eyes reddening. "My God... Miss Isabella, what happened to you?"
Isabella. Somewhere in my shattered memory, that name still carries a weight I can't explain.
"I'm Antonio," he wept. "Alessandro sent me to find you."
A name both familiar and foreign. Salvation—or just the door to a darker room?

"Riley, look at yourself in the mirror. God, you're such a slut."

Riley was held from behind, the man positioning her like a toddler being helped to pee, all three mirrors reflecting her stretched-open pussy and her hole glistening wet.

"Squeeze." His other hand pinched her nipple and pulled it outward. "Someone's knocking at the door. You'd better not make a sound."


Warning: This book will have you dripping from the very first page.

This is not just a pure romance — it's also a story burning with raw, explicit sex between men. The male lead gets bent over his boss's desk and spanked on his pussy, gets fucked to climax by his professor in front of a classroom full of students, gets cornered in a bathroom by his foster father until he pisses himself from overstimulation.


He was once the finest hunter in the Human-Vampire Hunter's Association. Now he has fallen for three men of vastly different identities. To keep all three of them, he learned to anticipate what each man wants, learned to use his own orgasms as leverage.

The Association's president pins him to the sofa and fucks him all night without stopping — load after load until he ends up pregnant. The academy professor makes him kneel under the desk and work his cock with his mouth while a student stands just on the other side of the table. His gentle foster father presses him down onto the carpet, whispering filthy words about his pussy while slapping his clit until it swells red.


He gets fucked between his tits until cum pools along his collarbones, then lowers his head and licks every drop clean himself. He gets pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window and taken from behind, nipples flat against the cold glass, each thrust sending a jolt of numbness through his chest. In the bathroom he gets held up like a child and made to let go, piss and cum running down his thighs together.


On the surface, he's the one getting pinned down and fucked senseless in every imaginable place. But he was never just a toy to be passed around.

In the end, he becomes the man who gets fucked until his legs give out — and still has every single one of them trained to orbit around him like obedient dogs.


This is a story about men who start out blind to their own feelings, sleeping with the male lead purely for the pleasure of it. Then, one by one, they fall genuinely in love with him — and willingly become his.


If you love watching him forced to drip wet while still gritting his teeth and talking dirty, love watching the men who were supposed to protect him pin him down in every possible place and fuck him until he loses his mind, love the image of cum sliding down his thighs, his throat stuffed so deep it makes him gag — then turn the page and start reading.

“They’ll never love you—you’re a mistake since you were born.”
Four-year-old Yanny hears this her whole life. An illegitimate girl whose mom died in an accident, she’s shunned by her rich dad Andrew, three cruel half-brothers, and four distant uncles—until her star-making viral fame cracks their cold hearts. Only orphan Hayes swears to shield her. Now the powerful men beg for her forgiveness, clinging tight as she chases stardom and the boy who promised to meet her at the top.

Trigger Warning: 18+, rape, abuse, Mature and sexual content, slavery, violence.

"Don't get the ideas that you are ever going to receive anything other than hate from me, Athena. I don't need a mate. I don't need a weak pathetic bond like this to survive," He growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and harshly threw me on the bed.

I was naked and helpless in front of his menacing eyes.

"Sebastian, please don't do this..."

"I have purchased you from that auction only because you'll come in use to tame my wolf, and you are nothing but a good that I will use every day and night for my pleasure. And your life in hell starts from today."

"Please don't..." I begged but none of my words affected him.

I backed away till my body hit against the headboard but he dragged me by my ankles and shredded the last piece of fabric, my panties, and threw it away.


After being sold by my parents to auctioneers because of being a wolf-less she-wolf, When fate landed me in my mate's arms from the auction, for once I thought I was finally going to find happiness...someone who'd love me. But it was another hell I landed into.

Sebastian Valdez-- was known as the cursed Alpha who killed his own father. Everyone feared him, his barbaric deeds had no bounds, and he did not have a heart. He only had one rule in his life--Thrive in others' pain. But what he did to me was even worse.

He snatched my innocence, abused me, raped me every night, hurt me beyond extreme, and left me with only the want to escape from his cage but that was until I got to know what his curse was......

"Your pussy is dripping for us, begging for us to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Do you want that, buttercup? Do you want us to give your little cunt what it craves?"

"Y…yes, sir." I breathed


Joanna Clover's hard work through university paid off when she got a secretary job offer to her dream company, Dangote Group of Industries. The company is owned by three mafia heirs, they don't only own a joint business, they are also lovers and had been together since their college days.

They are sexually attracted to one another but they share everything together including women and they change them like clothes. They are known as the world's most dangerous playboys.

They want to share her but will she accept the fact that they fuck each other?

Will she be able to navigate business and pleasure?

She has never been touched by a man before let alone three, all at the same time. Will she oblige?

♡ I could see the pain flicker in his eyes when he finally said: "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore, Amari." ♡

Amari Vasilios, the CEO of the fast growing Advertising Company in California, got her heart broken by her best friend five years ago. She never thought that out of all the people her best friend, Zane Shaw, would be the one who would break her heart first... only because of a girl he had known for FOUR MONTHS.

She was livid and she still is. She ignored and tried to avoid him as much as possible and for the past five years it worked.

But now.

Now she's staring at the invitation letter in her hand. It was a wedding invitation. From her brother and his fiancee.

She had to go home. She had to go back to New York and attend the wedding.

Attending the wedding means seeing him again.

Attending the wedding means seeing the person she had successfully avoid for five years.

Is love something that fades away? I used to think not. But here I am, Wendy Knight, stuck in a loveless marriage with a husband who has rekindled an old flame, and a mother-in-law who seems to live to make me miserable. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, I got diagnosed with liver cancer...
Little did I know, a childhood friend had been quietly watching over me all these years. He's drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly wealthy, and powerful, and he showers me with tender, unwavering care. As for my cheating ex-husband? Let him regret and stay out of my life!

After five years of a secret marriage, her husband never showed any affection in public. Sophia Johnson had always chalked it up to his personality—until he took their twin sons and his first love out for a candlelit dinner, earning rave reviews online as the "most stunning family." That’s when her heart finally shattered completely.
Hearing her own sons call the woman "Auntie" repeatedly, Sophia came to her senses. A husband who didn’t love her, sons who were estranged from her—she didn’t want any of it. From that moment on, she would only love herself.
After the divorce, she returned to her hometown village to pick up her old profession: growing medicinal herbs, treating rare illnesses, and developing skincare miracles. Luxury cars often arrived late at night in the remote village, drawn by her skills.
When word got out that she was looking for a father for her daughter, elite scientists, financial tycoons, A-list idols, award-winning actors... All kinds of tycoons emerged, volunteering themselves, hoping to catch her eye.
Later, her ex-husband knelt on a bed of durians, his face filled with remorse. "Soph, I love you. Will we remarry?"
She scoffed. "William Smith, isn’t the forbidden fruit sweet enough?"
Her twin sons knelt on computer keyboards side by side. "Mommy, we only want you!"
Sophia waved them off. "No, I can’t afford you."