7908 Book(s) Related to the demon lord s bride

Book 1 The Devil's Bride
Book 2 The Elder's Kitten
Book 3 The Vampire King's Bride
Can be read stand-alone.
Warning: Mature Content
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I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to kiss me, and from the way she was gazing at my fangs, I knew she imagined what it would be like if I were to drink from her. A thing I’d found myself unable to stop thinking about for years now.
Bast was fighting so hard against herself, doing everything she could to convince herself that she didn't want this, that she didn't want me. Unknowing that she was fighting a losing battle, as she'd already made up her mind to be mine, and was only wasting her own time by denying it.
After giving her a few moments to tell me no, and hearing no refusal, I gently traced my hands down her form until they met her thighs. Once I saw that she had no issue with it, I lifted her, so our faces were even with each other. "Why are you fighting against what you want, kitten?" I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers, torturing myself just as much as I was torturing her.
"I don't know," Bast responded as she looked down, trying to catch her breath.
I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I hesitated for just a moment before finally giving in and bringing my lips to hers. Though I'd been thinking about it for years, the reality far exceeded expectation as I finally felt her lips against mine, heard her tiny purrs of pleasure and excitement as I allowed my hands to explore her body.
Finally, being able to touch and caress her, feeling her tightening her legs around me as I explored her tongue with mine, it was like a climax of its own. Her heartbeat was erratic as she leaned into me, a small moan escaping as I explored her curves with my hands, her nails digging into my chest as she gripped my jacket to pull me closer. She couldn't hide how much she wanted me. Not now, not while her body was begging me to continue...

"Tell me to stop. Tell me now, or I won't be able to hold back." his tone was both a challenge and a plea. Serena swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest at the electric tension between them.
"I don't want you to stop," she breathed, barely recognizing her own voice. His eyes darkened even more. So much so that the ambers in them completely disappeared. He gnashed his teeth so hard as he fought for control. Serena could feel the tension radiating off him in waves like a spring ready to snap.
"You don't know what you're doing to me," he growled roughly. She bit her lip, both thrilled and intimidated by the raw need in his voice. Her fingers trailed along the hard line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.
"Show me," she challenged. His breathing grew even more ragged. Serena could see the struggle on his face - the battle between his overwhelming desire and his need to protect her from his own intensity.
"I could hurt you," he warned again. "I'm not sure I can ever be gentle with you. I'm rough. My kind of sex is brutal."


[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]
Serena's life hit rock bottom when she caught her husband cheating on her with her best friend. She decided to lose herself in a bar, hoping to wash away her pain. However, life has this funny way of messing up plans - she ended up in a one night stand that only added more trouble to her already chaotic reality.

I'm Charlotte Cole, a 22-year-old college sophomore who was just looking forward to a carefree summer break.
Then a single marriage contract shattered my quiet life. To protect my family, I was forced to marry Alexander Kingsley—a tech mogul eight years my senior.
I naively thought we could at least coexist peacefully. Little did I know he'd already labeled me as a gold-digging opportunist, setting us on a collision course from day one.
Now trapped in the Kingsley family, I'm not just dealing with a cold husband. I'm also facing his vindictive sister-in-law Victoria and Karen—Alexander's longtime admirer who's determined to make me feel like an unwelcome intruder.
How can i survive in the Kingsley family......

"Marriage? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean, Madeline?" I exclaimed incredulously. "How could you sell me out to an old man in his sixties with a potbelly and a bald head?" I threw the questions at my stepmom, Madeline, but she only grinned in response.
"You want to know how much he offered, huh?" she taunted. "He just paid us $75,000 in return to marry you. I mean, where would you ever find somebody who would do that for you? Are you even worth it? Don't you notice that scar on your face, big and disgusting?" Madeline's words burrowed through, her insults making me speechless and breaking me inside.
"How could you sell me out for just $75,000? Don't I have a life to live? Would you give your daughter, Anna, to him for that amount?" I asked.
"Of course not, my dearest Anna is beautiful, compared to who you are. Have you seen any scars on her face?" She smiled at me, and words were cut with a more profound insult by the comment.


Camilla is sold into marriage to an elderly man due to her stepmother Madeline's greed and disdain. Her life seems mercilessly controlled, and her resistance feels futile until she meets Aria, an innocent little girl who brings warmth into Camilla's life and helps her discover her inner strength. As Camilla's relationship with Aria's father, Archie, develops, she finds herself caught in a complex emotional whirlwind. Archie, a wealthy yet emotionally closed-off man, begins to transform with Camilla's presence in his life.
Just as Camilla starts to feel the warmth of a family from Archie and Aria, her past shadows her. Her stepmother Madeline and stepsister Anna constantly remind her of her dark history. Camilla must confront her fears, overcome familial pressures, and navigate her growing affections for Archie.

"Thirty million dollars," he says, like he's ordering wine. "One year of marriage." Dante Moretti destroyed Alera Vance's family, took their empire, left them drowning in debt, and she swore she'd never forgive him.
But one reckless kiss turns into a scandal, and Dante sees opportunity. His solution?
A contract marriage that pays her thirty million at the end. All she has to do is play the perfect wife. It should be simple. Except nothing about Dante is simple.
He's ruthless in business, possessive in private, and dangerously good at blurring the line between hate and hunger.
The more the world believes their lie, the more Alera risks losing the only thing she has left, her heart. Because falling for him wasn't part of the deal.
And surviving him might cost her everything.


"You fucking thief!" The words tear out of me before I can stop them.
Dante Moretti, the man who destroyed my father's company three years ago, slowly turns towards me. And looking down at me like I'm some insect that wandered into his perfect world.
His thumb hooks under my chin, forcing my head up. My eyes widen at the contact.
"Stay calm," his Italian accented voice drawls.
"Wh–"
He doesn't let me finish my sentence and he slams his mouth onto mine.

"This is insane," l mutter to myself, "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? God, it's sick."
Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does my father expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?
He is unbelievable. No- ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?


Miles wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him.
But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family.
He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear.
What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful- soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress.
Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right?

“How does it feel, then, to be kissed by an unlovable brute?” —————— I find it amusing that I didn't even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I could catch her. Hunting women down is the last thing I want to be doing, truly. I mean Ruby no harm, even though she unknowingly said some awful, untrue things about me in the car. In time, she’ll learn that those things aren’t true. I’m not like my parents. Still, I have no choice but to marry this girl. She’s barely eighteen, three years younger than me, but it’s fate. All of this mess started about a month ago.

As soon as we were inside, he slammed the door shut.
“What did you think?” Samar snapped. “That I wouldn’t find out?"

Before I could react, his hand twisted painfully in my hair. He yanked my head back, “Look at me!”

A cry escaped my lips, “Ahhhhh!”

Grinding his teeth, he growled, “How dare your father deceive me like this? He trapped me into marrying you!”

“I swear,” I sobbed, “I don’t know anything. Please believe me. I had no idea.”

“Lies!” he shouted. “You knew everything. You played along perfectly.”

“No!” I cried. “I’m as helpless as you are. Please… let me go.”

He laughed bitterly. “Let you go? After what your father did?”

His grip tightened. “Now you’ll pay for his betrayal.”

“I haven’t done anything!” I pleaded.

He leaned closer, his voice cold. “I don’t forgive anyone. And you’re his blood.”

Fear choked me. “This marriage… it was never meant to hurt you.”
“Marriage?” he mocked. “You were desperate to get married, weren’t you?”

“That’s not true,” I whispered. “I just...”

He shoved me back. “From today onward, forget freedom."

I shook my head. “Please listen to me just once."

“Listen?” he snapped. “You lost that right the moment you entered this house.”

He stared at me with burning eyes.
“And remember this,” he said sharply. “Your breaths in this house will move only by my command.”

Every girl in my village dreams of the Choosing — the day the Dragon Emperor's court picks brides for the seven royal Wyrmlords, beasts of fire and fury who could burn a kingdom to ashes with one breath. I dream of surviving it and going home unmarried.

Instead, I get the one dragon nobody wants.

Rhyan doesn't breathe fire. He spurts water, in humiliating little bursts, while the court howls with laughter and his brothers call him "the puddle." He's supposed to be a joke, a mistake the gods made and never fixed.

But I've seen what he does when he loses control. I've felt what happens when that so-called defect meets his temper, and it's not weak. It's a flood that could swallow a city whole, if he ever stopped holding it back.

Nobody warned me that the "broken" dragon is the most dangerous one in the palace. Nobody warned me I'd end up wanting to be the reason he stops holding back.

Marrying him was supposed to be my punishment. Falling for him feels like drowning — and for the first time in my life, I don't want to come up for air.

Things do not go as planned when Astrid finds herself in the wrong school, the only werewolf in a school of Lycans who are bigger, badder and stronger than she is. It only makes things worse when she is placed under the charge of her childhood enemy, Rune Wilder, who seems more than content to cause her pain. Somewhere along the line, Astrid finds out that the reason why Rune hates her so is because he is secretly in love with her, and he is only pretending because he thinks he will hurt her if they ever get together. He bears a secret that could damn him. Within him resides the soul of the dark King, King Hekate, and he has no control over him.

In the church, the mafia godfather Kane cornered me against the wall, his icy lips pressing against my forehead:
"Remember, you can only be my woman."
I was a nun, yet my alcoholic stepfather had promised me to this dangerous man—
The 34-year-old mafia leader, the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless head of the Moretti family.
He said it was to repay the gambling debt my mother owed, using me as payment.
The wedding was set for next Saturday, and I didn't even have the right to resist.
Over the phone, I desperately questioned him: "How many women have you had? Can you make a list?"
His voice was as cold as ice: "Sonya, before the wedding, if you let another man touch even a finger on you, I'll make you disappear from this world completely."
Fear drove me to lose my mind, and I blurted out: "After being drained by so many female celebrities, will you even last three minutes on Saturday?"
The call was hung up.
That night, I shed my nun's habit, slipped into a black strap mini dress, and walked into the bar.
I had no idea that the roar of a helicopter was approaching, and the man I had enraged was coming to make me pay the price—
"Sonya, I'll make you understand the consequences of defying me."

All werewolf girls dream of becoming the partner of the most powerful and handsome Alpha, but Skylar is not enthusiastic about it. Until Alpha accidentally chooses the clumsy and naive Skylar, her twin sister Alessia goes crazy because of jealousy, and their parents even threaten Skylar not to become Alpha's partner. They force Skylar to put sleeping pills in Alpha's drink to prevent him from marking her as a partner, but something that scares Skylar even more happens. Alpha seems to have discovered her conspiracy, and he is full of desire to mark her...

One night. One mistake. One marriage. Elizabeth Warren's simple life is turned upside down when she marries the city's most eligible bachelor. But as their forbidden love grows, family secrets and lies threaten to destroy everything


"I want to take your pussy, your mouth, your ass…all of you. I want you so full of me and my cum that every time you walk, you'll feel me."
No one had ever spoken to me this way and when he added a fourth finger, I fell apart, screaming, my eyes closed. I sobbed at the waves crashing inside me. I'd never come this way before. It had never been like this before.

SYNOPSIS

“Remember,” he growled, his voice roughly caressing against the shell of my ear. His large and scarred hand splayed possessively on my stomach, pulling me back against the hard wall of his chest. We were a twisted parody of a loving couple, nestled in the bed we once shared.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling. “I—I can’t. I'm fucking trying.”

His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, a gesture that felt anything but tender. “Try harder, malyshka. The man who put that bullet in your head is in this house. He smiles at me across the dinner table. And you’re the only one who can point a finger.”

He shifted, and I felt the cold, hard steel of a pistol being pressed into my palm, his fingers closing mine around the grip.

“So remember. Before I have to burn this whole fucking world down to find him with you in it”

Sold by her own father to pay a blood debt, Isabella Sinclair arrives at Silvermoon Pack in chains, collared and broken.

To Alpha Landon Whitaker, she is nothing more than a traitor’s daughter... his slave, his possession, and a constant reminder of betrayal.

But when she carries his heir, hatred turns into obsession and obsession into something far more dangerous. Because the girl he chained may be the only one strong enough to save... or destroy... his entire pack…

She was forced to marry a famous business tycoon by her stepmother. But he had no regards for her and could f*ck a bitch right in front of her or anyone.
Having no other options, she decided to run away on her wedding day.
While she ran, she got chased by her father's men until the country's first most richest heir rescued her in his car unknown to her who he actually was.
Her problem got worsen when the heir instead of letting her go after helping her now decided to introduce her as his wife to his grandfather.
When she objected, he threatened to have her family destroyed. Now Bella ran from a nightmare to a bigger nightmare.

Annabelle, a palace guard raised to serve as a princess's double, is sent in disguise to marry the mysterious Dragon Emperor, Azarax. But when she arrives in his empire, hiding her true identity becomes harder than expected. As Azarax grows suspicious of his secret bride, Anna is drawn into an ancient legend surrounding the lost power of the dragons. What begins as a political marriage soon becomes a dangerous bond that could determine the fate of the entire continent.

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

I thought the worst betrayal was finding my fiancé in bed with my best friend.

I was wrong.

The worst betrayal was being drugged, bagged, and sold to the highest bidder in a supernatural slave auction.

Now I am standing on a stage in Toronto, surrounded by monsters I did not know existed, while two of the most powerful beings in the supernatural world are tearing the room apart... fighting over me.

Cassian Vale—the ancient Vampire Lord with blood-red eyes and a frozen heart. He looks at me like he knows me, like he has been searching for me across centuries.

Kael Carson —the ruthless Lycan King with golden eyes that promise both protection and destruction. He claims I belong to him, that fate itself has bound us together.

They hate each other. They have been at war for longer than I have been alive.

But they both want me.

But what they both do not know about is my powers and to what extent it could make or break either of them.

I am a direct descendant of the progenitor of the vampires, the Night King Dracula, who has been asleep for three hundred years.

On that night when my power was not yet fully awakened, I was betrayed by my beloved, humiliated by my family, and watched helplessly as my beloved Emily teetered on the brink of death.

When all hope points to the abyss of despair, a legendary holy spring that even darkness trembles with becomes the final light of salvation.

To save Emily, I resolutely stepped into the Holy Spring and underwent the ultimate purification by the power of light.

A miracle was born.

"Oh my God, is that a dead body? I am gonna puke." I choked out the words, shoving my hand over my mouth.

This is my second time seeing an actual dead body, and honestly I don't think I could ever get used to this.

Asher Rider has barely arrived in Edinburgh when his first days in the city are interrupted by a string of disturbing murders.

Then his best friend becomes one of the victims.

Determined to find the person responsible, Asher throws himself into the investigation....unaware that the truth behind the murders is far more dangerous than anything he could have imagined.

Because Edinburgh is hiding secrets.

And so is the beautiful, silver-haired stranger who suddenly walks into Asher's life.

Killian Constantine is arrogant, mysterious, and hiding far too many secrets.

He is also a vampire.

After one drunken night together, Asher is determined to forget the entire thing.

Unfortunately, his body has other plans.

Strange dreams.

Unexplained fevers.

A painful bite mark that refuses to heal.

And a supernatural world that suddenly seems very interested in finding him.

As ancient creatures begin returning to Edinburgh and a three hundred year old prophecy threatens to awaken, Asher discovers that his connection to Killian may be far more dangerous than a one-night stand.

Because something impossible is happening to his body.

Something that should not be possible.

Something that could change the supernatural world forever.

And the more Asher searches for the truth behind his friend's murder, the more he realizes that the case may be connected to a much older mystery.

A mystery involving vampires.

Witches.

A forgotten prophecy.

And a secret buried deep within his own blood.

The truth is coming.

And when it finally finds Asher, there will be nowhere left for him to run.

"Breathe, Lyla. You've always been mine,"
he grazed her lips with his finger.

Born a werewolf, cursed as a child, Damon knew he was different even before he was ten. He was never allowed to mingle with kids his age by his father but that didn’t stop him from knowing how to hunt and kill.

He never had his wolf because of his curse or so he thought and this made him ruthless, brutal and unwilling to become the Alpha that he was supposed to be until a tiny, beautiful princess came into the picture, making him want to protect her at all cost and this could only be possible if he became the Alpha that he hated the most.

She cursed the Demon King. He has spent centuries hunting her.
Maeve has no memory of the life that made her the most wanted witch in the Lore. She only knows she has never stayed in one place for long and that monsters seem to find her wherever she runs. Then a stranger walks into her shop. He was cold and beautiful and very very dangerous. The Demon King.
One kiss is enough for King Eldon to realize the impossible. His greatest enemy has returned. She is the witch who cursed him in another lifetime. The woman who stole his future, shattered his kingdom and vanished before he could make her pay.
She remembers nothing. But demons only recognize their true mate after the bond is tested and every instinct tells Eldon she might be the one fate has denied him for centuries. He swore he would never forgive her. She swore she would never belong to a demon.
Now the only woman who can save his kingdom may also be the one destined to destroy it again.

BOOK 2 in Mated to my Ruin series. Can be read as standalone.
BOOK 1–Mated to my Ruin: A Dragon’s Debt

Two different people who shared the same fate…

One is a demon alpha while the other is just a human.

Her life feels as if it's shrouded in the mist.

"Who is a friend and who is a foe? Or is everyone from her pack a foe?"

She can't tell.

" Is the one approaching her through the mist?"

"Is it a devil or an angel? Have they come to save her or to destroy her?"

The truth is in front of her but she's finding it extremely hard to know the truth.

Even the faintest mist can't hide the truth.


Diego has been searching around the whole pack just for a virgin maiden who would be able to retrieve his dead lover who died pathetically.

Finally, he found one but it seemed heaven was making a joke on him as the only virgin he found during his thousands of years of search happened to have the exact face as his dead lover Annie.

The worst scenario for Diego was the moment the lady whose name is Nadine felt any slight pain he too wasn't left out as he felt the same way he did.

She cries and he cries also.

The moment she's not breathing the moment he stops breathing also

Would Diego want to risk anything to retrieve his dead girlfriend?
Find out as we drive into the journey.

"I never force women to my bed," he said sternly with a smirk on his lips. His eyes moved all over my half-naked body. It shivered under his dark gaze. His golden orbs drink my nakedness without any shame in them. My heart started to beat fast as soon as he said the next words with such arrogance. 
"They climb on it on their own and one day you will too." I burned in anger. I hated the arrogance in his voice. 
I hate him. 


Hera never in her wildest dream thought she had to leave her little brother behind in a village that hated her most to be the bride of the last Dragon. She was beyond scared to take the step but villagers left her no choice. 
Achilles had sworn to never take a bride of his own. Mortals perish and he will be left with only memories. He doesn't want to go through the same pain. But the gods looking down on him have different plans. Their fate was sealed even before they took birth. 
He thought she was a curse but she was his biggest blessing.

He was supposed to be my stepfather. I was supposed to call him Daddy, instead of baby, my darling, or even my husband. But when my mother was murdered, he suddenly dragged me to the altar to take my mother's place to marry him. As if my mother's murder wasn't shocking enough, I was forced to say I do under his piercing gaze, and even a gun to my ribs. I was scared, and I couldn't refuse. I had to marry a stranger who was supposed to be my stepfather. And worse, I didn't know that my future stepfather, or now my future husband, was a Don. "You'll be safe as long as you use my last name. I'll make sure they won't touch a single hair on your head." "Really? What happened to my mother showed otherwise." "Too bad, Katherine no longer has my last name. And you, you're Fiona Craig now." Life was so strange. In an instant I lost my mother. In an instant I became the wife of the Don, Joshua Craig. And who knows what would happen next. It felt so wrong to us. It felt so wrong to me.

Margarett Fellope died in the clan war between the White Clan pack and the Vougch Clan pack.
Nate, who was meant to be her husband, murdered her. Beatrice Fellope, her identical twin, pretends to be Margarett and marries Nate to exact revenge and justice.
Beatrice intends to murder Nate, but her conscience intervenes every time she attempts to do so. Their love conflict, chaotic marriage, and murder affair slowly transform into a love full of affection and lust full of love.
Will she still want revenge and justice for her sister? Or will she fall in love with the Alpha who murdered her twin sister?

"You may be my husband now, but I won't let you mark me. I won't be yours, not like that."
"Why? Why did you marry me if you won't mate with me?" He yells.
My grip tightens on the hilt, but my breath is shaky when I reply.
"You are my fated mate, and Elder ordered me to marry you, so I obeyed. But I know you only want me because I look like my cousin. You're the Alpha King, and I am loyal to my pack, but our marriage is just an empty formality."
He leans closer, barely noticing the small drop of blood that slides down his neck from where my blade digs into his skin.
"What is this? What game are you playing, Lilly? I know you're my mate. I felt it the moment I saw you. Even now, as you insult me, I can smell it all over you. But where is your wolf? Why can't I sense it?"
"I'm in love with someone else, and my wolf is loyal to him. It hides from you," I force the words out, and the lie tastes bitter on my lips. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but my wolf doesn't want you, and neither do I. I'll be your wife and obey you as my Alpha, but I will never mate with you. I'll never bear your mark."
"You may look like Gloria, but you're nothing like her," he says.

" She isn't my type that I would say I want to get married to."
"Oh, no she could be your servant, not your spec besides she can clean and cook so well." my mother said.
Okay, I had known my mother didn't love me but giving me up for a debt u knew nothing about was out of the question.
It was like I was an object which could just be traded without the courage to say no.

Scott Carter is the only child and he inherits his father's property after his death. But his cold-blooded nature, causes everyone to be scared of him, hence making him like a monster. but Isabella will be the only one to change all of that. Isabella, the beautiful damsel who leaves from being a servant to the wife of the richest man in the city.

Five years ago, Aria stole a digital file from the powerful Sloane Empire during an operation, unknowingly taking evidence of their offshore criminal businesses. She vanished and buried her identity as the legendary Ghost, until someone exposes her.

Within hours, a $10 million bounty is placed on her head, turning her into prey for assassins and mercenaries. Aria realizes the Sloanes are behind the hunt, but she has no idea why they have suddenly come after her after five years.

Then Richard Sloane, heir to the empire, offers her a dangerous deal: become his fake fiancée and help him bring down his father, Sebastian.

Aria doesn't trust him, but she needs Richard's resources and access to uncover why the Sloanes are hunting her. Richard needs her skills to destroy his father's empire from within. Together, they enter a deadly world of family power struggles, betrayal, and hidden enemies while pretending their relationship is real.

But they're not the only ones investigating the Sloanes. A determined detective is hunting the empire after his partner was murdered while investigating them, only for the death to be dismissed as suicide.

As Aria and Richard uncover the truth behind the stolen file, the bounty, and the Sloane Empire's crimes, their fake relationship becomes dangerously real. Yet the closer they get to destroying the empire, the more they realize someone is willing to kill to keep its secrets buried.

To survive, Aria must decide whether Richard is the man she can trust, or another enemy waiting to betray her.

Before I died, I married mob boss Dante in my sister's place.

Five years of marriage, and I was nothing but her replacement. He hated me for stealing her spot. My parents were ashamed I couldn't make him love me. Everyone just waited for her to come back.

Christmas Eve—fire tore through the mountain estate. Dante's first move? Sprint straight to my sister, fresh off the plane. My parents escaped right behind him. Nobody remembered the pregnant wife locked in the dressing room. Smoke and flames took me and my baby while they held each other outside, celebrating they'd made it out alive.

I opened my eyes on the day they cornered me with divorce papers.

My parents threw the documents at me. My sister stood there smirking, ready to slide into my place. This time? I didn't cry. Didn't beg. I picked up the pen and signed.

They wanted me gone? Done.

"You belong to the Demon Kings. They are coming for you. You can't be with any man other than both of them Sabrina!"


Sabrina earliest memories of her childhood since she was four, was seeing her mother perform various rituals whilst she sat in a circle and watched like a loyal dog. Countless number of times her mother would remind her of her fate which was to be the predistened queen of Ashrea.

Twenty years later, Sabrina thinks she has the perfect life sort out for her--a well paying job, a fiancè and a bright future in the press industry where she worked.
Her mother's words were forgotten and seen as insane rambling.
Well not until the day two god like men showed up out of the blue claiming to be her mates and they were fully going to claim what was rightfully theirs-----their demon bride.

“You think just because I’m a stripper, I’m easy? I'm not some prize on a silver platter. And I'm definitely not going down without a fight! ” His lips curled, a slow dangerous smile that promised both pain and pleasure.
“Not easy? Good. Because I don’t do easy. I’ll drag you through hell and back until you’re nothing but my desperate, broken fucking weakness....and you’ll thank me for every goddamn second.”
His voice was gravel and fire, close enough that I could feel his breath against my skin.......


Eleanor Sterling, aka Scarlet Sin, knows how to command a room...heels, hips, and blood that could set the night on fire. When Vampire Lord Roman Vega is sent to kill her, sparks fly instead of hearts being ripped.
Now, with enemies hungry for her rare gift and a relentless hunter who wants more than just her powerful blood, Eleanor’s got one hell of a problem... falling for the monster who should’ve ended her.
In a world where seduction is survival, can a Stripper and a Vampire Lord rewrite the rules of desire…. or will their passion be the death of them both?

Warning🔞🔞🔞: This story contains a lot of explicit violence, foul language, and gore scenes, which are strictly not for readers under 18.
“Six months! Within six months, I will make you want me so much that you will not be able to breathe without me,” he said as he kissed her earlobe while he straddled her on his lap.
“You are wrong; in six months I will have people dropping flowers in your coffin as they bid you farewell after I have driven a bullet into your head.” Scarlett rasped as she stifled a moan trying to escape her mouth.
“Then it's a bet, but I know fate will work in my favor.”
“No, fate will work in mine,” Scarlett blurted as she tried to pick up the gun by his side, but he yanked it off her hand as he locked his lips with hers.


Scarlett Kendrick lost her family at the hands of Logan Russo, a deadly mafia lord, and she swore on her parents' lives that she would avenge them if that was the only thing she could do, but her uncle ran into trouble, and she was used as a collateral bride to a gang boss.
But on her wedding day, as she made to escape the wedding, she was kidnapped by her sworn enemy, with no escape route, but had to agree to a game with him. A game that needed six months.
He only asked for six months; he wanted her to be by his side for six months, and if she didn't fall in love with him, he would let her go, but Scarlett challenged him instead. She would get him killed in six months and not fall in love.
Would any one of them have their wish granted in six months?

"State your business so I can leave soon."

"Really? Is that how you greet the person you haven't seen in a while?"

The moon princess crossed her arms against her chest. "I don't bother to greet that person at all. Consider yourself lucky."

"Didn't know the moon princess could contain that much spite."

"What can I say?" She lowered herself onto the ground. Now their height difference was much more apparent. "You... inspire me."

"Inspire you?"

"Yes," She smiled sweetly.


There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars.

He saved me. Then the Reaper of Prague claimed me.
 One kiss and I’m marked by a three thousand year old demon who tastes like sin and danger. I should be running for the hills, but instead, I burn under his touch. And my witch blood? It’s waking, wild and full of surprises.
This isn’t your typical love story. It’s more like a fuse waiting to explode: kidnappings, blood oaths, and a war lurking in the shadows. What we’ve set in motion could either transform this city or reduce it to ashes. He says I’m his. Maybe I want to be… even if it means the world goes up in flames.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] A woman with a phobia of men and a Demon Prince trapped inside a robot's body…
After finding out that she only has a month left to live, Zarina, a rich businesswoman in her twenties, decides to spend all of her hard-earned money and buy everything she lacks - a hot boyfriend, a love life, and a great sex life.
But there is a big obstacle to that - her severe phobia of men.
She ends up purchasing a realistic and hot as hell robot boyfriend to solve that problem. But upon it's arrival, she was shocked when the robot claims he is not a perfect boyfriend but a sex robot!
And the plot twist did not stop there. Unbeknownst to her, someone is actually trapped in the robot - and it's a demon prince.

Excerpt: “Are you sure about this, Zary?” He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Answer me," his voice became demanding, so unlike her usually naughty and playful Sam. “Because the moment I’m side you, you’re mine.”

"Is she the blue moon witch?" He asked in an indifferent tone, looking down on the green-eyed princess, whose hands were tied behind her back.
"Yes, sire." Answered one of the bandits who had abducted her just the day before.
The man had a bored expression on his face, as he placed his elbow against the armrest of his throne, and rested his chin against his curled-up fist.
"Have her cleaned up and brought to my chambers, make sure to keep her tied up so she won't run away." He ordered in a lax tone and shooed them away with one hand gesture.

When they were finally alone in his chambers at night, he granted her the privilege to ask one question only, and thus she asked;
"Who are you?"
"I am the slave, and you are my master."

Set in the time of an unforgiving war, every King was willing to do just about anything to protect his territory, make the most unreasonable choices and provide the needed sacrifice to stay alive.
Princess Elena, who had just turned eighteen found herself caught up in the middle of her country's politics, fated to wed the son of an influential kingdom, all in the name of strengthening her country's defense forces.
However, during her journey to her new life, her carriage is hijacked by some unknown bandits and the princess is abducted against her will.
She was bound to a demon king

Why do we cling to what harms us?
Helena is desperate, she needs money to pay off her mounting debts as she has been orphaned and must take care of her younger brother who frequently falls ill.
A position as a presidential secretary at INDUSTRIAS ALLER S.A. could change her life, but Helena never thought that an essential requirement would be having to endure the daily presence of the company's CEO, Sebastián Aller, eldest son and heir to almost all the wealth, as well as being an arrogant and narcissistic ogre.
Helena's desire for a better life will intersect with Sebastián's desires, who rejoices in the fact that his wealth will increase by entering into an arranged marriage with his new European wife, until a new clause in the contract that his lawyer forgot about appears as a stumbling block. Sebastián fears not being able to fulfill this new requirement, risking losing everything and leaving his envious and resentful younger brother Alan as the new CEO, who will stop at nothing to destroy his life.
Will Helena be the one to help Sebastián fulfill this clause?
Helena does not know how far she will go to ensure her brother has a better life.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.

What exactly does it mean to be his bride?


Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride.

No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past.

Was he turning them into slaves?

Feeding them to his dragon?

Or was he... feeding on them?

That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human.

Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart.

What was he using them for?!

But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be.

Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen.

Why?

Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it?

Why Tech Billionaire Artemis Rhodes would post such a thing?!

"Everyone is talking about the hashtag that just went viral in less than a few hours. Nevertheless, this girl has become a mystery everyone wants to solve. In fact, we have pictures from several people who have seen the girl in person."

The screen of the phone is small but I catch several pictures of me flashing on the screen. This can't be happening!

You know that panic attack I had been pushing down? Well, that thing comes back with a vengeance. It feels like all the air is sucked out of me and my chest gets tight. My vision blurs and I register I'm falling just before things go dark.

"Relax Miss Riley, this is Mr. Rhodes a donor to our hospital. This woman is his fiancee. I'll take things from here." The doctor says and steps aside to let the nurse out.

I watch her scurry away before I focus on the doctor. He's an older man with white hair and a friendly face but he gives me weird vibes.

Wait...did he just say, fiancee?

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I ask.

"I have a proposition for you." The man says.

"A proposition for me? What do you mean?"

"A proposition? It means-"

I wave my hand. "Not that! I'm not an idiot. I mean what proposition?"

"I want you to marry me." He says with a straight face.

So I bet your wondering how a woman who lives in an abandoned train car ends up married to a big tech billionaire.

Well it's simple. We ran right into each other, locked eyes and the rest is history.

Okay, no that's not exactly how it happened. See Artemis Rhodes is in a pinch. He needs a bride by his next birthday...six days from now. So what does he do? He hunts me down like a crazy stalker and offers me a ton of money to marry him.

Crazy right?

Of course I refuse because I have some dignity, but when my world is turned upside down I have no choice but to accept. Thanks to him I can't go back to my old life, and now I'm stuck in his.

I'm his rebellion against his family and the thorn in his flesh...His words not mine...

We are from different worlds and that means eventually those world clash and with it disaster strikes ready to tear the whole scheme apart. You know, just a regular Tuesday.

So what do two people do when everything starts going wrong?

Well let me tell you...

“Have sex with me,” she blurted out.
“I think you're drunk...”
"I'm not drunk. I'm not. I know what I'm saying." Her voice was calm but firm. "I need to feel... wanted. Or do you have a girlfriend?"
“No, I don't.....”
“Then you must be married,” Rebecca cut in.
“I’m not married.”
“Then what's stopping you? What? You don't find me attractive?” she asked, feeling slightly shy she was being rejected this way.
“No. Of course not. I–– I find you very attractive, Becca. As a matter of fact, I also want to do this but I can't. You're not in your right mind and I’d hate to take advantage of you.”
"You're not. I'm freely asking. I'm giving my consent. Please. Just hold me, make love to me and make this pain go away even if it's just for this night. I'm not asking for forever...."
"I couldn't give you forever even if that's what you wanted ––"

Before he could finish, Rebecca pressed her soft lips to his, cutting off his words.
That one reckless night was the night that changed everything.
Rebecca Smith wasn’t looking for love, she was running from pain. Asking a stranger for one night was never part of the plan, but loneliness has a way of breaking rules.
What was meant to be forgettable became unforgettable… and irreversible.
Now pregnant and facing the threat of losing her father’s property to her two-faced step-sister, Rebecca needs one thing to protect her future: a husband.
Derek Hemsworth has his own reasons. He doesn’t believe in love, and he’s never known how to give it. But without marriage, his family’s wealth remains out of reach. A wife on paper is all he needs and nothing more.
Until fate makes the cruelest move of all.
On her wedding day, Rebecca comes face-to-face with the groom she’s never met only to realize he’s the same man who once gave her warmth. The stranger who is also the father of her unborn child.
What happens when a one-night mistake turns into a binding vow neither of them can escape?

"Take off your clothes, I want to see the body I'd be living with for the rest of my life," he commands, moving to the other side of the room where the red armchair was.

She hesitated, and that displeased him. He growled, clearly infuriated. “Do you need some kind of motivation? Because you will not get it. Take off your fucking clothes!” he thunders, making her jump and her legs shake.

With shaky hands and a trembling body, she grabbed the hand of the silk gown again and dragged it down. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor, not having the audacity to look up at the alpha king across the room from her.

“You’re not done yet!”
Mia Asika had wanted only one thing for the longest time, enlightenment and the freedom to travel the world in search of it. Mia's dreams however ended the day Ariel, her beautiful and fair older sister who was betrothed to the alpha king, died the night before her marriage and she became the last resort. Hated at sight, the alpha king moved to make her union to him that of misery.

Can Mia's will for survival withstand the alpha king's cold and unloving nature?

My father’s body hadn’t even been in the ground more than a few hours before my uncle had tried to take his place as head of the family. Now, the only thing standing in his way was the imperial summons and me. Hundreds of years ago, the dragon king began summoning humans for the Trial of Fire in search of the next queen. To defy it would mean death to the entire family. As far as I am concerned, every member of the Ryuyama family deserves a painful death, except for my little brother who was fighting for his life, trapped in a coma and at the mercy of my uncle.

If I stepped down as the rightful heir to the family and agreed to take my cousin’s place, my little brother would live whether he woke up from his coma or not. I’d see my father again sooner than I’d ever imagined and be free of the snake pit that was my family.

That was the deal I struck.

“My name is Morgan. I’m nineteen years old, and I am answering the conscription for the Trial of Fire.”

By midnight, I would be dead, or so I thought.

When Charlotte discovered she’s pregnant with her fated mate’s Jason child, she expected him to be as thrilled as she was. But Instead, she burst into his room and witnessed his betrayal with Jessica, the Alpha daughter of a neighboring pack. Charlotte managed to survive rejection, miscarriage, abuse and slavery. Then a little girl, her dangerous Alpha daddy, and a bond no one can deny brought her into a whole new world she could never have imagined.....

After regaining her sight, Eleanor West witnessed her ex-boyfriend’s betrayal with her own eyes and was left utterly cold. To escape San Francisco, she entered Blackwood Manor as “Isabella” and married Alexander, the man who truly controlled the Sterling family—a man rumored to be cruel, ruthless, and afflicted by a strange illness.
But after the wedding, she began to realize that nothing in the manor was accidental. Alexander knew all her preferences and kept her by his side. And through one crisis after another, she went from being the one protected to the only one who could stand beside him.
Then she discovered that what Alexander truly had to fight was not just the family’s internal strife and outside enemies, but his own illness. And the only medicine that could save him had been taken by a mysterious figure.
When the truth of the substitute marriage, a ten-year secret love, and the mystery of her identity all surfaced at once, Eleanor finally understood—she had thought she was merely a replacement in this marriage, but she had always been the one he chose.
Yet just as the medicine was about to be within reach, a DNA report revealed an even more terrifying truth: she was neither Eric’s daughter nor Diana’s daughter.
So—who exactly is she?

She was never meant to survive, yet she became the Lycan King's greatest obsession.
Layla believed she had entered the world of the last novel she read after being murdered by her husband. But an even greater secret awaits her in a world ruled by werewolves, dragons, and ancient magic.
As hidden truths begin to surface, Layla realizes she never entered a novel at all. Instead, she has been repeating the same timeline over and over again for one purpose only — to save someone.
"Little slave..." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked onto mine — the most dangerous look I had ever seen. "Do you hate me?" he asked quietly.
My entire body trembled, but somehow, my mouth moved faster than my brain.
"Yes." The answer escaped instantly. "I hate you." The moment the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back, but it was already too late.
"Oh?" A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
My eyes widened, and for a moment, I genuinely thought I was imagining things.
But no. His gaze remained fixed on mine as his hand rose and gently cupped my cheek. Then, with his lips only inches away from mine, he whispered,
"Good, little slave." His voice was low and dangerously soft. "At least your hatred keeps me inside your thoughts."
A chill raced down my spine. "Entertain me more, my little slave." His eyes never left mine. "Make me even more curious." His voice dropped lower.
"Deny me."
"Fight me."
"Hate me as much as you want."
Hmph!
Before I could even react, his lips found mine again and he sucked on my lips and truly treated me like a cheap woman he could toy with whenever he pleased.

Sera Kestrel has mastered the art of keeping her mouth shut and doing her job what she has been told. she works as a maid in one of Chicago’s most powerful households—serving none other than Elara Veyra, the city’s most envied socialite. Cold, cruel, and flawlessly beautiful, Elara has been obsessed with Auren Draven since they were thirteen years old—an obsession she’s turned into an engagement, even if he never truly said yes.
But Auren Draven isn’t anyone’s prize.
A billionaire heir and scandal-draped playboy, Auren has just returned from London after thirteen years of exile, only to find himself trapped in his family’s political games and Elara’s unrelenting grip. He wants out. Out of the engagement. Out of the legacy. Out of the golden cage everyone keeps calling a throne.
Then, he meets her.
A girl in the wrong situation. Barefoot, and gripping a pair of boots like armor. Sera isn’t supposed to be seen—especially not by someone like him. But fate had other plans because when her brother is caught stealing from the Veyra estate to feed his addiction, Sera begs for mercy. But Auren wants something else entirely.
“Marry me,” he says. “And your brother walks free.”
Sera thinks it’s a contract. A punishment. A trap. And maybe it is.
Because Auren doesn’t want a wife—he wants a weapon. Someone to break Elara’s delusions. Someone to burn the perfect empire from the inside. But the deeper Sera is pulled into his world of secrets, seduction, and lies, the harder it is to tell who’s using who.
And behind it all, Elara is watching. Waiting. And she’s not letting go of Auren without a fight.