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When the bridal bouquet landed directly in my arms, the entire reception erupted.
All eyes shifted to Elias, the man I had loved for seven years.
"Propose! Put a ring on it!" the crowd chanted, pushing him toward me.
My heart raced. I thought my endless waiting was finally over.
Instead, Elias stepped up, smiled... and pulled the flowers right out of my hands.
He turned around and shoved them into the arms of his twenty-five-year-old assistant.
"Don't be greedy, Kalinda. Let Mia have the luck today," he chuckled, patting my hair like a pet. "We've got plenty of time. Next time, I promise."
I watched his assistant bury her face in the white peonies, shooting me a triumphant smirk.
I just smiled back.
There isn't going to be a "next time."
My wedding is coming. But he isn't the groom.

"Abort it," my husband said, his voice completely dead.
This was the man who had just fought off the guards to save me. The man who swore to protect me. But after one single croak from that cursed one-eyed raven, he condemned our third child to death.
My in-laws held me down. My own parents watched in cold silence.
As the abortion poison tore through my body and my blood stained the carpet, they all let out a sigh of relief.
Why? Why was this entire family so obsessed with my womb? Why did everyone obey a bird over a doctor?
I thought I had married into a prestigious noble family. I thought I was just a victim of their twisted traditions.
Until midnight, when I dragged my broken body past the study and saw it through the cracked door:
Black candles. A bloody pentagram. And my mother-in-law kneeling before the portrait of a man.
I finally understood the terrifying truth...

My childhood fiancé chose my best friend in his family's sacred bridal draw, then told me I could still live with him—as his mistress.
He wanted her as his wife and me running his empire.
I refused.
If I couldn't be his wife, I'd be his worst nightmare.
In seven days, I'm marrying his ruthless uncle.
Let's see if he still wants me as his dirty secret when he has to bow his head and call me “Aunt Serena.”

On our tenth anniversary, a doctor told me I had three months left.
I called Graham five times before he picked up. He was at a restaurant downtown, cutting the steak on his ex-girlfriend's plate, and he told me to stop acting like a paranoid wife.
So I never told him.
I folded the diagnosis into my coat pocket, went home, and rinsed the blood out of the sink before he walked in. Then I signed away the house, the cars, every share of the firm I helped him build. I left his ring on the coffee table, canceled the number I'd had for ten years, and checked into a hospice with nobody's name on my emergency contact line.
He thought I was throwing a tantrum. He thought I'd come crawling back the second the money ran out.
He didn't find the diagnosis until it was too late to matter.

At the Aurelia International Youth Violin Competition, someone had hidden steel needles in my daughter's violin and bow. Her fingers streaming blood, she lost her footing and fell from a railless platform thirty feet up. Both her hands and arms were shattered.
I ran to her like a madwoman, desperate to call an ambulance, but the other girl's mother had her people pin me to the floor.
"You stole my daughter's violin? This is what happens to thieves!" she sneered.
But that violin was the one my husband had specially commissioned for our daughter in Paris!
"Save my daughter first! We can sort out everything else later!" I fought with everything I had.
A slap cracked across my face.
"A worthless life. If she dies, she dies!"
"I'm the wife of Dawnfrost's CEO, Mr. Sterling. I can afford it!"
The blood in my veins turned to ice.
Yale Sterling? That was my husband.
Perfect. Just perfect.
Yale had the nerve to keep a mistress behind my back, and to let her spend my money to buy my daughter's life!
If I didn't tear you two apart piece by piece today, I'd have carried the name "Reaper of Wall Street" for twenty years for nothing.

The day the IVF succeeded was when I realized Michael had deceived me all along.
He had only used me as a surrogate for my sister.
When I confronted him, he tested me, forcing me to kill someone. "Afraid to pull the trigger? Doesn't seem like my kind of woman," he sneered.
I tried to run, but he caught me.
He kept me locked away, forced me to eat foods I was allergic to until I needed my stomach pumped, and chained me to the bed while he went off with her.
I cried until I had no tears left—and finally learned how to hold a gun.

My son Emery scored a perfect SAT and got early admission to MIT Physics. Eighteen years old. His future was limitless.

My billionaire husband Reid's assistant—his mistress in everything but name—suggested Emery attend some garbage local business school instead. Inherit the empire. Fall in line.

Emery said no. Reid exploded.

He locked my son in the lumber yard and ordered him to split five tons of oak. "No water until he's done. That'll teach him respect."

The sun was brutal. My son's asthma attacked. I knelt before Reid's mistress and begged for his inhaler while Reid crushed my right hand—my surgeon's hand.

I got the inhaler and ran back as fast as I could.

But I was too late. My son was already dead.

My husband is an angel on an earthly trial. Every time he feels something for me, he endures divine punishment — like his chest is being ripped open from the inside.

But he told me he'd take that pain gladly, as long as it was for me.

He left a mark on my collarbone. Activate it when you're in danger, he said, and I'll rip through anything to get to you.

I believed him.

Then came a mission where I got grabbed by an armed fugitive gang and held in an abandoned warehouse for three straight days of torture and abuse.

No water. No sleep. The tendons in my hands and feet cut one by one.

Half-dead, I used the last of my strength to activate the mark.

And I heard him talking to his angel companion.

"Beckett, why did you give those people Demi's location? You know what they'll do to her."

He didn't even flinch. "She'll be fine. She's the Chosen One — she can't die. They were going after Macie. I didn't have a choice. Once this mission's over, I can petition to stay on earth. I'll make it up to Demi. She gets it."

So that's the price of being understanding. Dying inside a trap he built for me.

My heart just shatters. And I stop fighting.

To help his life-saving benefactor, he personally pressed a pregnant me on the operating table to draw bone marrow.
I cried and begged him, "James, I'm pregnant. It's your child. Don't do this to me..."
But he had a look of disgust in his eyes. "Elizabeth, you'd lie about something like that just to get out of helping Mandy?"
Until there was a river of blood in the operating room and that unformed child turned into a pool of bloody water, he finally panicked.
Later, when he knew that the person who saved him in the fire ten years ago was actually me, he held my ashes and knelt outside the operating room for a full three days.

Five years into our relationship, a floating panel appeared just above Julian’s head, visible only to me: the [Life Priority Meter].
For the longest time, my name securely held the number one spot. That is, until recently, when it plummeted to second place.
The person who knocked me down to claim first? Harper—my best friend of over a decade.
Staring at the stack of wedding invitations on the table, bearing both our names, I knew it was time to wake up from this five-year long dream.

At the engagement party, Julian tore up our agreement on the spot, selling me for a single dollar to Callum, a man rumored to be a bloodthirsty, crippled psychopath.

Our mutual friend frowned.

"Are you out of your mind? Sylvia stayed by your side through your hardest three years, and you're really going to send her off to be tortured by a freak like Callum?"

Julian casually swirled the whiskey in his glass.

"It's just a little punishment. Rosie is carrying my child and needs a title, but Sylvia is too damn proud. Not only did she refuse to step down, but she also upset Rosie and affected her pregnancy."

"Callum is a twisted cripple. Give it three hours, and she'll break down completely. By then, she'll obediently accept Rosie's existence and even willingly stay as my hidden mistress."

The friend looked at my retreating back and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid you'll push her too far, that she'd rather stay with that psycho than come back to you?"

Julian let out a light scoff.

"Absolutely impossible. She loves me so much she'd give her life for me. Even if she takes a trip to hell, she'll only beg me to be her savior."

I picked up that one-dollar coin from the floor, without a single tear or tantrum.

Later, Julian broke into Callum's estate like a madman, begging me to go back with him.

But the disabled man from the rumors simply stood up, pulled me securely behind him, and sneered, "My wife. Is she someone you are even fit to touch?"

They thought that by forcing me to my death, they could devour everything.

My father jumped off a building, and I became a destitute young master whom everyone could bully. To pay off debts, I married into the Hawthorne family and became their sharpest knife.

After my father-in-law died suddenly, my wife immediately brought her childhood sweetheart into the house and forced me to divorce him.

My resistance resulted in a murder plotted by 928 × 213.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe, who had been watching over me for three days and three nights, was beside me.

She said, "I'll take you away."

Three years later, I returned as a mysterious investor. The first thing I did was to buy the family's bankrupt old factory for 1.5 billion.

My ex-wife and I bumped into each other on the street; it was like seeing a ghost.

I smiled and stuck a 30 million yuan check on her forehead: "This is to repay the divorce fee you gave me back then. Keep the change."

The real revenge has only just begun.

My brother Miles blames me for our parents' deaths.
So he chose to adopt the deaf Vivian instead of keeping me.
Later, I met Sullivan.
He gave me a grand confession. He chose me, resolutely.
He also said I hired someone to assault Vivian—that I didn't deserve sympathy.
Five years after being cast out of my family, a dismembered female body was found inside a carnival mascot costume.
Miles, now a police officer, led the investigation. Sullivan, now a forensic pathologist, performed the autopsy.
They saw the bloodstained hearing aid and immediately called Vivian.
"I'm fine. I just saw the news—some big case. Should we tell Sis to be careful too? What if something happens to her?"
They refused, almost in unison.
"The moment she killed our parents, she stopped being my sister."
"She was jealous of you. She did too many terrible things. If she's dead, she had it coming."
My soul hovered in the air, watching them. I laughed until I cried.
But when they found out the victim was me—
Why did they both go mad?

My mother-in-law was a spoiled and soft woman.
Fifty years old and she couldn't book a rideshare. Couldn't pick up a package. When the breaker tripped, she cried into a video call to her husband and her son.
The whole family agreed on it. Her only skills were clinging and being adorable.
Then I bled at nine weeks and took myself to the ER.
The OB who picked up my chart was my husband's best female friend. Sable.
She saw me, photographed my chart into their med-school group chat, and hit record.
"Come look, everybody. Dog's wife. Pregnant five minutes and already bleeding from bed."
"Twenty-eight and she's already a geriatric pregnancy. You've got to pace yourself, honey."
The whole room laughed and looked at my stomach.
My face burned white. My nails went numb in my palm.
Thirty minutes later the door hit the wall.
My mother-in-law, the woman who covered her ears in her husband's arms over a tripped fuse, walked in on four-inch heels.
Behind her: hospital administration, the compliance office, and the sitting Chief of Obstetrics.
She pulled the chart out of my hand without lifting her eyes.
"Twenty-eight is advanced maternal age? Normal physiologic fluid, and you called it too much sex?"
"Dr. Smith, is your mouth that filthy because your brain's been marinating in locker-room jokes, or did your ethics get eaten by a dog?"

I've been able to see clocks above people's heads since the day I was born. As long as the hands keep moving, the bond between us is still alive.

Once the hands spin backward and stop at zero, that bond is finished.

When I was seven, the clock over my best friend's head just stopped one day. She drowned in the reservoir the next morning.

When I was fifteen, my grandfather's clock started ticking backward, slower and slower, until it stopped completely. He died peacefully in his sleep that same night.

When I was eighteen, my father, a drunk who lied about everything, slammed the door on his way out. I watched his clock vanish completely and knew right then he was never coming back.

Ever since, clocks scare me. I'm always afraid of watching someone I love get taken away from me.

So I keep my head down, holding on tight to the quiet, stable life I've fought so hard for.

Then tonight, I watch the clock above Marcus Hargrove's head start spinning backward.

What scares me even more is Willow's clock doing the same thing.

While I'm still trying to figure out why, the storm hits that night. He walks out on his daughter while she's burning up with fever and having convulsions, and runs straight to another woman.

His clock jumps back another notch.

Every time my husband’s adopted sister, Avey, had a tennis match, he would force a dark green concoction down my throat. As soon as it kicked in, my entire body would turn weak and aching.
He claimed it was a folk remedy, and I believed him.
In half a year, I lost twenty pounds, half my hair fell out, and I lost our four-month-old baby.
Until the night I overheard them whispering behind a cracked door—they had sought out a witch and cast a dark curse.
My forced standstill was the price for her endless stamina. All her fatigue and sports injuries were being directly transferred to me.
Late that night, listening to them plot to drain the life out of me, I made a choice. On the very night Avey won her championship, I climbed into a deep hibernation pod. I traded thirty days of absolute physical stasis to ensure she could never stop.

The world knew my grandfather as Professor Guo Zhenghua—a man who spent fifty years lecturing about justice.
They knew his wife as Lin Wanyu, a celebrated artist admired for her integrity.
Both reputations were built on a stolen identity.
The real Lin Wanyu was my grandmother.
She died in a mountain village with no legal name, no recognized grave, and her eyes still open.
When their grandson demanded a place at my law firm, I gave him the answer no one had ever dared give his family.
“No.”
By morning, they had taken my job.
By noon, I was ready to take everything else.

The man I marry will become the future leader of the company.
In my previous life, without a second thought, I chose to marry the eldest son
whom I had always liked.
But shortly after our wedding, he came stepsister,
and even took out his frustration of not getting her on me,
going so far as to poison and kill me.
This time around,
I chose his younger brother.
I'll see for myself
if he can spend his life with my sister without me standing in their way. me.
This time around,
I chose his younger brother.
I'll see for myself
if he can spend his life with my sister without me standing in their way.

She was not his first choice.
But he is her Alpha.


Rose Williams presented as an Omega and has been hated by everyone around her for that. She's also reminded that she's worthless, a toy for Alphas every single day. Her only hope was to turn twenty-one and settle down with Zain, an Alpha who promised to love and cherish her.

Aiden Russo is a Pack Alpha-the cruellest one the Moonlight Pack has ever seen. If rumours were to believe he's ruthless, cold and doesn't care for omegas. To complete his ownership, he needs a Luna.

By some unfortunate turn of events, Rose is married to the Alpha Aiden, who doesn't show any interest in her. Will she be able to win over his heart? Or forever be loathed by the Alpha?

One Girl’s Forced Proximity with Three Alphas Who Won’t Break Her Virginity Until the Night of the Blood Moon.
Every year, the three alphas take their tribute.
Every year, the villages hand over their daughters without a fight.
This year, they picked the wrong girl.
Nikolai. Braxton. Derik. Three alphas who have pledged to protect the humans in their territory. All they ask in return is one night with the virgins of the villages—one night to take them under the blood moon and complete the ritual.
This year, it’s Lorelai’s turn. Winter-born and cursed—or blessed—with powers rarely seen, Lorelai has been shunned by the other villagers her whole life.
Once she’s taken to the wolves’ mansion, she takes matters into her own hands. After all, what if one night just isn’t enough?

Audrey's seventeen years in the Grey Blood pack were like a caged animal. She lived each day dreading the next unexpected thing the Alpha could punish her for.
Audrey tried hard to understand the mysterious dream she'd been having, but nothing made sense to her, she was lost.
She wished to be freed from the Grey Blood pack, but she lost all hope of survival when she found herself locked and chained in the cold dark dungeon. She hated him, she cursed him as her blood drained from her. She was happy to die and go away from that monster-alpha. Audrey awoke in a magical world where she learned everything about herself, she cultivated herself to become the strongest wolf and witch alive. One item though, led her back to the last place she wanted to be.
Alpha Aloha Lake ruled the Grey Blood pack, the largest and strongest pack in the States. He was known to be brutal, even the mafia feared him. Nothing or anyone bothered him, except one; the damned bitch Audrey. He hated her, and he would make her pay for her mother's sins. But he could not kill her...yet.
Alpha Lake emotionlessly stared at Audrey's bleeding body that lay on the cold dungeon floor, he ordered his beta to dispose of her without a second thought.
One year later the enemies met again. Will hatred be the only emotion they share? Could they resist the fatal attraction they felt for each other?

Orphaned servant, Lyra– a girl born under the cursed moon with silver eyes and a crescent birthmark has always been an outcast in her pack due to the prophecy surrounding her birth.

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she is publicly rejected by Alpha Kade.

Desperate to save her face and avoid further embarrassment, she runs into the unbound lands and is attacked by a stray rogue, only to be saved by a mysterious wolf with silver fur who marks her after discovering their mate's bond.

But that should have been the end of it, until Kade comes running back to her, she discovers she has a third mate, and secrets surrounding her birth arise, making her the enemy's target.

Stuck with three men who are desperate to lay claim to her, she has to choose between one– but he might just be her downfall as he’s working for the enemy.

Sneak peek:

“I’m going to have a maid prepare a bath for you. You will get dressed. And tonight, we will have our mating ceremony. I am not giving you room to reject me,” he said firmly.

“But I—”

“Shh,” he said, placing his fingers on my lips. “I have found a bond with you, and I found you..." He trailed off, as if not knowing the words to use. "You are the most beautiful woman in this world I have seen. I want you to be my Luna, and I don't want anyone else near you,” he said.

“I know you are scared and do not have any experience, but that is not a problem. I will guide you. I will be your head. I will love you. And we shall live together happily."

"I'm not—"

"It is not up for debate.”

MM//OBSESSION/R18+//ENEMIES TO LOVERS//MATURE THEMES//OPPOSITES ATTRACT
Bastian Steele doesn’t believe in weakness.
He built Eclipse Distilling Co. from blood, silence, and a past no one is allowed to ask about. In his world, control is survival.... and obsession is a liability.

Then Kaden Winters walks in soaked from the rain, violin on his back and light spilling out of him like he’s never been burned. Bartender. Model. Artist. Beautiful and reckless enough to tease a stranger over a glass of whiskey he doesn’t know that stranger created.

Bastian tells himself it’s only a taste.
Only curiosity.
Only a moment of indulgence.

But darkness recognizes light for what it is. And what begins as interest turns into fixation. What starts as a sip becomes hunger. Because Bastian Steele doesn’t chase....He acquires. And this time, he wants more than the drink.

"Mate!" My eyes bulged out of my head as I snapped up to regard the guy who is obviously the king. His eyes were locked on mine as he began to advance very quickly. Oh great. That's why he looked familiar, he was the same guy who I bumped into only an hour or two before hand. The one who claimed I was his mate...

Oh... SHIT!


In a dystopian future, it is the 5-year anniversary of the end of the earth as we knew it. A race of supernatural creatures calling themselves the lycanthrope has taken over and nothing has been the same.

Every town is split into two districts, the human district, and the wolf district. The humans are now treated as a minority, while the Lycans are to be treated with the utmost respect, failure to submit to them results in brutal public punishments. For Dylan, a 17-year-old girl, living in this new world is tough. Being 12 when the wolves took over, she has both witnessed and experienced public punishment firsthand.

Wolves have been domineering since the new world and if you're found to be the mate of one, for Dylan it is a fate worse than death. So what happens when she finds out she not only is a lycan’s mate but that lycan happens to be the most famous and the most brutal of them all?

Follow Dylan on her rocky journey, combatting life, love, and loss.

A new spin on the typical wolf story. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning, mature content.
Scenes of strong Abuse.
Scenes of self-harm
Scenes of Rape.
Scenes of a Sexually explicit nature.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

She ran from a killer and fell into a city that feeds on hunger.

When Victoria de Lamarre crosses the Veil into Noctyrr, she’s captured by the Crimson Court and reduced to a Source—a living vessel of blood so intoxicating it drives ancient vampires insane. Her pulse tempts them. Her warmth unravels their control.

Then the Blood King tastes her—and binds himself to her.

Now every shiver she feels, they feel. Every breath she loses, they crave. Four immortal lords circle her, not just to feed, but to claim.

“Don’t fight it,” the Blood King murmurs. “You feel it too.”

They think she’s theirs to consume.

They don’t realize that when she trembles, they break—
and when she finally gives in, monsters learn how to kneel.

[Reverse Harem] Anila's uncle tried to control her life in every possible aspect. But one day, a hot stranger Xaden appeared and handed Anila an offer from a university on the mysterious "Were-land". On the plane there, Xaden surprisingly revealed his true identity as a werewolf and introduced himself as Anila's "fated mate". Before Anila could process all the crazy news, she realized Xaden wasn't her only mate.....

Then I felt it, all over my flesh, that undeniable connection, the same one I felt when I first met Xaden.
My eyes gravitated down the hall, I have found them.
That’s right. Them.

She was never supposed to be his.

Freya had spent her life invisible, surviving high school by keeping her head down. But everything shatters the moment she crosses paths with Casey, the school’s golden boy… and something far more dangerous than human.

Casey isn’t just the Alpha’s son. He’s a Lycan, born to lead, trained to dominate, and bound by laws that could destroy them both. One careless kiss in the locker room ignited a mate bond Freya never asked for.

Their bond is instant, and it doesn't forgive.

But Freya is human… or at least, she’s supposed to be.

With the threat of the Elders looming, secrets unraveling, and a connection that refuses to be denied, Casey must decide:

Protect her from his world…
Or drag her into it and risk losing her forever.

Because once a Lycan claims his mate…
There is no going back.

Rafael Achilles Cordova is the notoriously cold CEO of Cordova Industries, unrivaled in the business world. Raised as the successor of his father's company, he poured his life into preparing to inherit the company and grew up with no other interests. No care for women, money, or life in general. For all 29 years of his life, he lived purely for the sake of carrying out his duty without divulging into a single frivolity.

And yet, why couldn't he get his mind off of the bright violet eyes of a particular little lady who randomly entered his life one day? Why was there a fuzzy feeling in his chest at a mere glimpse of her? Why did it feel like his entire world was collapsing with only a single tear running down her cheek? Where were all these feelings coming from? Unfamiliar feelings that he had not once ever felt before in his entire life.

Little did he know that those were the feelings of a king who finally found his queen, one who he would lay his entire empire down to stay by her side.

"You're mine," Emerson growled, pinning Freya's wrists, thrusting deep. "Hate me, but you want this." She gasped, hips arching, defiance crumbling. "I hate you," she lied, clenching around him.

Freya Harper, 23, is a struggling medical resident battling depression after her mother's suicide attempt. Emerson Salvatore is her controlling supervisor who imprisons her "for protection." Gabriel Salvatore, his enigmatic twin, becomes equally obsessed. Caught between two possessive men with dark secrets, Freya discovers herself at the center of a dangerous love triangle. Meanwhile, real threats are closing in.

Why is her blood so special? Can she love both possessive brothers or become their shared toy? What future awaits Freya?

"Sign it."
His voice was cold, sharp as steel.
"Wait—there must be a mistake."
"Sign the damn papers," he said, his voice low and razor-edged.
I swallowed hard.
My father's threats echoed in my mind: If you don't, you'll never see your son again.
And I signed.
Elizabeth Harper was never meant to marry him. He was danger dressed in a tailored suit, wealth wrapped in silence, power masked by cold blue eyes.
A mistake, one signature in the wrong room, and now she's tied to Christian Reed, the ruthless billionaire known for destroying empires... including his own bloodline. She was supposed to be invisible, Obedient and disposable.

Cassie is demoralized, beaten down, defeated, then she rises from the ashes of rejection to discover the truth behind the mate bond, the unavoidable connection that comes from finding her other half. but will she allow herself that joy?
Jack is the Alpha who lost his Mother to a mysterious illness and his Father to the mate bond, can his painful past be healed with the acceptance of a mate?

"How dare you touch me with those filthy hands stained with my father's blood?" he growled, his eyes burning with rage. My hands shook, my heart raced.
"You and I can no longer be mates, Ember. I, Brandon Ryder, now Alpha, reject you as my mate. Accept my rejection."
On the eve of her wedding, Ember's life is turned upside down. Falsely accused of her father's death, she's imprisoned, only to learn the shocking truth—her mate, Brandon, and her best friend conspired to destroy her and her unborn child.
Escaping to protect her children, Ember is caught by Brandon. As she's about to lose everything, she falls off a cliff. Desperate, she prays for salvation, and her answer comes in the form of the feared Lycan Kings of the South: her second chance mates.
With the Grey brothers by her side, Ember becomes a force to be reckoned with. Together, they vow to tear down the Bloodhound Pack that betrayed her, starting with the smallest details and pulling every string. But Ember's path to revenge is far from simple. A stranger appears, claiming to be her betrothed and holding the key to a part of her she thought was lost forever.
Will Ember let fate control her life, or will she make the decisions that change everything before it's too late?

Grace was a sweet and simple human whose world revolves around her family and their happiness. Everything was perfect in her life until he arrived in her town in search of his enemy. And then nothing remained PERFECT in her life from the moment his eyes landed on her. He wanted her. All of her. Either by hook or by crook.

Raine escaped a bad relationship when she moved in with her two best friends. She gets a job as a bartender in a biker bar. The President of the club has his sights set on her. But he's not a one woman man, and she will settle for nothing less. Club women create problems, and then her ex shows up. Can the club protect her? Kim is one of her best friends. She has her sights set on Ice. The attraction and chemistry is there, but Ice believes he nor the club are good enough for her. He pushes her away to try to protect her. But when she ends up taken by another club, he changes his mind. Sam is her other friend. She meets Smokey who also doesn't do relationships. Then they meet Snake, the President of a brother charter. Later feelings soon get in the way and they end the threesome. Just as Sam gets pregnant, Smokey's ex returns. The three work out their relationship and Snake steps down as Prez, to move in with Sam and Smokey. Fifteen years later their kids go through love and drama. Maverick falls in love with Hanna. However Maverick wants to be a player while keeping Hanna from other guys. These two clash heavily. Then Smokey has a daughter show up he never knew about. She tries to take over Hanna's life. In the end someone ends up in the grave and another in the hospital. A surprise author enters for research and helps the club figure it out. Jade ends up pregnant by Levi who's joined the army. Maddox falls in love with Jasmine. They experience problems while Maddox and Maverick are prospecting for the club. Lexi falls in love with a biker in another club.

18+ rated
Steamy, dark content.


When my eyes opened, I found myself lying on silk sheets, my hands restrained with handcuffs.

The air became unreasonably cold as three vampires with their fangs out emerged, their eyes different colors yet familiar and terrifying.

I felt a slight slap on my thighs, and I whimpered as I spread them open.

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She was meant to be his blood slave.
But she was claimed long before he could mark her.

Nyx Vespera, the last of a slaughtered bloodline, is untouchable. Her blood is laced with a toxic magic that’s lethal to most vampires. But for the most powerful among them, her blood is a seduction they can’t resist.

Vale Orun Nömad, the notorious Vampire King, believed he could make Nyx his willing blood slave. But when he tasted her blood, he found himself ensnared. He was unable to resist the pull of her intoxicating power and their sizzling attraction.

Hawke Dubel, Vale’s most trusted subordinate, has always been by his side. But Nyx’s blood has a different effect on him. It makes him crave her not just for her blood, but for the power to own her.

Then, there’s the third man. A ghost from her past. Nyx’s first love, a vampire hunter whom she believed dead, now haunts her every step, demanding she submit to him once again.

What happens when a failed ritual forces her into the arms of three powerful, dangerous men? What will she do when the pull of desire is too great to resist, and her body betrays her every time they touch?

Can she escape the chains of passion they’ve wrapped around her, or will she surrender to the intoxicating desires that threaten to consume her and them completely?

Sophia O’Neil is a ghost in her own life. Once the most feared Shadow Hunter in the Order, she traded her blades for a barcode scanner and a soul-crushing routine at a suburban mall. She wanted peace, but peace doesn’t pay the bills. When the Order returns, they don't ask for her help—they demand it. They hold her darkest secret over her head like a guillotine, forcing her to sign a blood contract that binds her soul to their cause once more.
By day, she is a tired cashier at Shopmore. By night, she is Ghost, a high-tech executioner hunting the nightmare creatures leaking from the Shadows.
Her cold, isolated world shifts when Michael walks into her lane. He is everything she isn't: warm, handsome, and seemingly perfect. For the first time, Sophia lets her guard down, falling into a passionate, whirlwind romance that feels like her only escape from the blood and the shadows.
But in the Dark Realm, nothing is a coincidence.
As the bodies pile up and the invasive threat grows, Sophia realizes that the man sharing her bed is the very monster she is contracted to kill. Michael isn't just a demon hybrid; he is a Prince of the Abyss, and his tie to the bone-shaking incident that ruined her past is far from accidental.
Now, Sophia faces a choice that will end in blood: Exterminate her only source of light, or embrace the darkness she once swore to hunt.

Twenty-two-year-old Alyssa Van Every is in a dilemma. Her close friend, Sienna, is marrying billionaire, Lucas Donnelly who, along with his brothers, happens to be her older brother, Alex's sworn enemy.
She escapes to Preston Island to attend the wedding without informing him only to collide with Lucas’s hot, fiery and arrogant brother, the twenty-three-year-old, Nicholas Donnelly. Sparks immediately fly between them but Alyssa refuses to acknowledge them fearing her brother's wrath.
The wedding is over and Alyssa tries hard to forget the mysterious Nicholas Donnelly but can he forget her? Can he ignore the attraction he feels for her, feelings that have resurfaced after ten years?
What will Allyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to sinful temptations? Read to find out!
Part of the Temptation Series. Can be read as a standalone.

“Spread your leg, I want to give you my mark.”
Skylark Bluedawn thought she had it all, a look, money, and a loving family by her grandparents. but everything changed when she reached twenty years old, all Alphas wanted her and tried to mark her, only with the help of three Alphas, Payne, Gale, and Soma, with an intention to make her a plaything, in exchange for their protection.
Will she be able to escape her destiny or be consumed by the wicked and twisted minds of the Alphas? Or did it get destroyed in the hand of the people who attracted to her lineage and power?
Read her story, when Sky learns more about her family history, her struggle to manage three obsessive Alphas as mates, and of course the way to become more than just a werewolf mate...

"What do you know about the ZOO?"

Born from the fertile imagination of bestselling author Michael Anderle

The former sergeant took in a deep breath, tilting his head as he looked at the man in front of him. 

“Unofficially? It’s a military experiment gone bad, with all the pros and cons that come with it. No official word was shared, of course. This means that I don’t officially know the source of the damn jungle starting to cover the Sahara Desert nicknamed the Zoo comes from some goop that was found on a missile that may or may not have alien origins."

He stopped his explanation a moment and eyed the Retired Colonel in front of him, "Remind me, what is the government’s official stance on aliens again?”

Anderson smirked, "The jury is still out on that one."

Jeremiah Johnson needs a job, and Retired Marine Colonel Anderson needs a man with Johnson's particular skills.

Fast.

It's either a match made in Heaven, or Hell. It all depends on which side of the gun you happen to be standing on.

The safe end, or the business end.

Inside the ZOO isn't the only place people are acting greedy. Doctor Courtney Monroe has taken control of her Dad's legacy - she just needs two men to help make it happen.

Anderson and Savage just might be up to the task.

Go up and click on the 'Buy Now' button and enter a knock-down drag-out story where the last man standing is the one who rights the wrongs.

Or at least the one who writes the story in the history books.

“Touch me again, Hale, and I swear—”
“You’ll what?” he interrupted, his voice a deep, teasing growl. “Cum for me the same way you did last night?”

She hated how easily his words undid her composure.
He smirked, closing the distance between them. “Say you don’t want me, Adeline, and I’ll stop.”

She couldn’t.


When ruthless business heiress Adeline Carter announces that she was leaving her cheating husband at a gala and impulsively kisses her lifelong rival, Julian Hale, the world explodes in scandal. To save her reputation, Julian proposes the unthinkable—marriage.

But their union is anything but a fairy tale. Behind closed doors, hate turns to desire, revenge blurs into obsession, and every power play burns hotter than the last.

They were raised to destroy each other. Now, they can’t keep their hands, or their hearts, away. A rivalry that began in boardrooms will end in bedrooms. And this time, someone’s going to lose everything.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of non-consensual encounters, emotional manipulation, and intense dark romance. Reader discretion is advised.

Blurb:

One stolen thing. One dangerous mistake. Now, she belongs to him.

She didn’t know the fire she was playing with… until it burned her.

He’s a devil in an Armani suit—a cold, calculating billionaire whose empire is built on blood and betrayal. To cross him is to sign your own death warrant.

But she never meant to steal from him. She didn’t even know what she was taking. And yet, in his eyes, she is the ultimate betrayal.

She should’ve been broken, discarded like all the others. Instead, she became his obsession.

Trapped in his dangerous world, she’s torn between hating him and craving the fire he awakens in her. The deeper she falls, the darker his secrets become—secrets that could cost her more than just her heart... they could cost her very soul.

In his world, love isn’t salvation. It’s a death sentence.

In Sicily, Italy, family is more than just blood... it’s power.

Loyalty is earned with bullets, and betrayal costs lives.

Two strong Mafia families, the Bellantis and the Morettis plan to unite through marriage. It’s a careful deal built on years of violence and tradition.

Valentina Bellanti is the perfect daughter. She was chosen to be the bride, the symbol of peace between the families.

Meanwhile... someone else has always wanted Matteo Moretti. The cold and ruthless heir of the Moretti family.

Aurora Bellanti.
The quiet sister.

When Valentina was shot just before the wedding, only one choice remained.

Aurora must take her sister’s place.

But what happens when love, desire, and betrayal enter a deal that was never meant to be real?

He had watched her for years, a silent predator claiming his prey even before she knew she was caught.

He has already marked her.
And now… he owns her.

Valentina

I traded my freedom to the most ruthless Mafia leader-the Don of the Benedict family-to save my father's business. The wedding was quiet, almost too quiet, but my gaze was locked on the tall, tattooed man standing just a few feet away. His dark eyes and sharp suit ignited a heat in me I couldn't ignore. I should be thinking of everything I'm losing. But instead, I'm consumed by thoughts of what his touch will feel like, the forbidden thrill of him-my soon-to-be stepson.

Lucian

I've known enough good girls to know I shouldn't go near them. They're fragile, breakable, and they don't know the kind of darkness that lives in men like me. But Valentina... she's different. She's got this innocence that makes me want to ruin her, mark her, make sure she never looks at another man again. She might be my father's bride, but that doesn't mean she's safe. Not from me. Not from the monster I crave to unleash, the darkness that craves to devour her innocence whole.

Eighteen year old Bella is an attractive, timid, shy omega who has been bullied by her stepsister and the rest of her pack until she meets Zach her fated Alpha. Will Zach accept shy Bella or maybe he has other plans for his future with another Luna. Will this news destroy and break Bella or maybe there's more is more that lies in her future?

When Isla MacLeod leaves her small-town life behind for the University of Edinburgh, she expects ancient libraries and cobbled streets—not a haunting legend tied to her name.

A mysterious book.
A prince lost to history.
A dream that feels like memory.

Drawn into the tale of Lachlan Strathclyde—a proud, tragic Highland ruler—Isla begins to unravel more than a forgotten love story. The deeper she reads, the more real it becomes... until one night, she wakes in his arms.

Now trapped between two centuries, Isla must uncover the truth behind the book, her connection to the past, and whether love is enough to rewrite fate.

Romantic, magical, and dripping with Scottish lore, Kissed by the Past is perfect for fans of time travel, historical intrigue, and slow-burn love stories that echo across time.

In the midst of a turbulent family dynamic, Elena grapples with the emotional scars of being unwanted and unloved by her own kin.

Her mother's absence and her father's remarriage only serve to deepen her sense of isolation, as her stepmother treats her with disdain and her father becomes increasingly detached.

Faced with this unrelenting hostility, Elena's life takes a drastic turn when she is callously sold to the domineering Alpha Dean by her own father, who has been swayed by her stepmother's manipulative schemes.

cheated on by her boyfriend because she wasn't ready to have sex and being from aan average family.Victoria drank her sorrows, only to sleep with a stranger and lose her virginity.
Abounded by her family,Will she find peace, in the cold world , alone?
Will she find love I the stranger she left the hotel without looking clearly who it was? Will she ever find out who the man was?
Christian is the wealthiest man in the country, who's known for his ruthlessness in the business industry, he doesn't have time for women until he met Victoria at a club. He fell in love at first sight but as soon as they got together the lady disappeared. Will fate bring the together again?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT || R18

"You can run, but you can never hide."
Cuhen Malcogn.

He is ruthless.

Someone who looks at him with a bleak expression may become unnerved.
You're dead if you make a mistake. That is how Cuhen Malcogn rules the world.
Because of his personality, he is not the typical man that most women would like. Some people compare him to an eagle. He abuses and tramples on the helpless creatures below. But everything changed when he met Ella and cursed him to death.

“You think you know me, little rabbit? You don’t even know the half of it.”
Emma Harper wanted a normal college life — late nights studying, new friends, and freedom from her past. Instead, she caught the attention of Kai Draven.
The dangerously magnetic transfer student pulled her into stolen kisses and explosive, high-heat nights that left her addicted. Possessive. Intense. Always watching. He made her feel everything… while working overtime to keep her far away from his real world.
Because Kai is the heir to a ruthless mafia empire, living a carefully constructed double life on campus. He’ll do anything to protect her innocence — even if it means hiding the truth and fighting his own obsession.
Until the night the mask slips.
When Emma discovers who he really is, their scorching passion turns into chaos. The man she’s falling for is the very danger he tried to shield her from, and now his deadly world is closing in.

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ High and descriptive sexual content, strong language, and use of substance. Recommended for 18+ readers, read at your own discretion.

Not for people with soft hearts.
If you are not a fan of Dark romance please don't read.
If you are not a fan of BDSM please don't read.

"I rather get dragged in the mud with chains by moving horses or be beaten with a club with nails on it than lose my virginity to you," she spat, looking at him with hate in her eyes, hoping her eyes conveyed the degree of contempt she felt when she spat out the words.

Anger and disbelief flashed in his eyes. She was going to be the first woman that would ever reject him and in such a preposterous manner. He stood up and went over to her while she gummed her back to the wall, having no other room to step back. He gripped her chin with his strong palm, forcing her to look at him, his wicked grey eyes bore into her hazel ones.

"What if it's your only ticket to freedom?"

"As I said, I rather die."

He quickly shoved her onto the bed and she scooted away as he moved toward her. "I am Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon gang, you dare not reject me, nobody rejects me," he said in a low husky voice, his eyes five shades darker, his countenance grim and dangerous.