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I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who run Palomino Bay, Texas. That will not happen because Grêle, Louisiana, is my stronghold. I have the backing of my father's MC and together along with my Serpents the city is ours. The person they need to protect is themselves because it isn’t me.
…They don’t know my secret, but I know theirs…

She’s fire wrapped in silk. He’s ice laced with fangs. And when they collide, the world burns.

In the velvet shadows of Vancouver’s most dangerous secrets, RedLine — an underground club pulsing with magic, blood, and desire — is where vampires come to indulge. But when Katalim, a woman cloaked in mystery, steps into this world, everything changes.

Locked away for years, she’s finally free — but not safe. Katalim isn’t just a witch — she’s a weapon. Her power? The ability to channel raw sexual energy, bending it to her will. It’s intoxicating, addictive… and feared.

Enter Ryder Cornwall — cold, untouchable, and loyal only to the Coven. He’s assigned to protect her. But from the moment he tastes her magic, he wants more. Her scent drives him mad. Her secrets haunt him. And her body? It might just ruin him.

As their chemistry erupts into obsession, enemies close in. Katalim’s past is darker than anyone imagined. And Ryder must decide — break every rule for her, or watch her be claimed by a monster from the shadows.

Twisted Fate is paranormal erotica at its most wicked—dripping with forbidden heat, dangerous magic, and a love so intense it might destroy them both. It is perfect for readers who like their vampires dominant, their witches dangerous, and their romances deliciously dirty.

On Christmas Eve, a mysterious virus swept the globe, and my own father mutated into a bloodthirsty monster right before my eyes.

Retreating to a Texas ranch, I thought it would be a desperate fight for survival—until a monster tore my arm open during a brutal melee. There was no high fever, no mutation. Instead, the moment those frenzied infected caught the scent of my blood, they trembled and backed away, as if encountering their natural predator.

Before I could even catch my breath, an armored convoy bearing a cryptic insignia surrounded the ranch, using sonic weapons to herd the infected horde.

From a distance, a red laser locked precisely between my eyes. The memories forcibly erased during my military service two years ago came crashing back: this apocalypse was never a natural disaster, and I was the "perfect specimen" they were absolutely determined to claim.

Want to turn me into a lab rat? Then let's see how many of you this modified body can drag down to hell with me!

“Claudia,” a die-hard fan of the novel Solo Hunter,
is reborn into a powerless and fragile body… even weaker than F-rank!

But wait! He, who was supposed to be a side character doomed to die,
somehow survives thanks to “Alan Miller,”
the gorgeous male lead whose actions are nothing like what the novel described.

To make matters more confusing,
Claudia turns out to be the long-missing heir of the prestigious Heart Family,
gone without a trace for 8 years!
Is this really the same story he once read?

Now that the original plot no longer applies,
how will he survive in this perilous world?
And what exactly… does the novel’s mysterious male lead want from Claudia?!

Amelia Russo is a weapon of the state. As a military captain and the daughter of a legendary general, her life is governed by duty, honor, and one mission: eliminate "The Shadow," the faceless myth ruling Verona’s bloody underworld.

Lorenzo Ren Moretti is a master of deception. To high society, he is Luca D'Angelo, a charming billionaire CEO. To the streets, he is a cold-blooded monster with icy blue eyes and a past carved in tattoos. He commands fear. He demands absolute loyalty. And he has never met an enemy he couldn't break.

Until he meets her.

When Amelia crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire Luca, an intoxicating, forbidden game of cat and mouse begins.

"You're going to meet your mate someday." I whispered.
"Olivia."
I forced a smile and lifted my head. "And it's fine. I'll be rooting for you all the way."
He cut me off with a soft "Liv."
I blinked away my tears. "No, listen to me. We need to accept that this won't last forever. You could find her on your next trip out of town, and I'll be forgotten."
I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I just hope we'll still be friends."
His face twisted in pain as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands trembling as he cupped my cheeks. "You'll always be my best friend."
"And you'll always be mine."
I pressed my lips against his, needing to taste him, to feel his lips on mine, to know that at this moment, he was mine.
Olivia Martins has always been an outcast in the Nightshade pack.
She's an omega, and the pack she grew up in never failed to remind her that she'd never be one of them.
It wasn't so bad growing up—she had her best friend by her side.
Caspian Storm, son of the alpha of the Nightshade pack, befriended her when they were both little, and they've been inseparable ever since.
Their friendship started out sweet and innocent, but it developed into more.
Olivia knew that it couldn't last forever because Caspian would find his mate—and what they had would come to an end.
Yet, she couldn't guard her heart.
And when her worst fear comes true, she flees.
Will Olivia and Caspian find their way back to each other?
Or will the threat of Caspian finding his mate keep them apart?

“Stay away, stay away from me, stay away,” she shouted, over and over. She kept shouting even though it seemed she had run out of things to throw. Zane was more than a little interested in knowing exactly what was going on. But he couldn’t focus with the woman making a ruckus.
“Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent and he saw tears start to fill her eyes, her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman.

“And your name is?” he asked.

“Ava,” she told him in a thin voice.

“Ava Cobler?” he wanted to know. Her name had never sounded so beautiful before, it surprised her. She almost forgot to nod. “My name is Zane Velky,” he introduced himself, holding out a hand. Ava’s eyes grew bigger as he heard the name. Oh no, not that, anything but that, she thought.

“You have heard of me,” he smiled, he sounded satisfied. Ava nodded. Everyone who lived in the city knew the name Velky, it was the largest mafia group in the state with its centre in the city. And Zane Velky was the head of the family, the don, the big boss, the huge honcho, the Al Capone of the modern world. Ava felt her panicked brain spin out of control.

“Calm down, angel,” Zane told her and placed his hand on her shoulder. His thumb went down in front of her throat. If he squeezed, she would be struggling to breathe, Ayya realised, but somehow his hand calmed her mind. “That’s a good girl. You and I need to have a talk,” he told her. Ava’s mind objected to being called a girl. It irritated her even though she was scared. “Who hit you?” he asked. Zane moved his hand to tilt her head to the side so he could look at her cheek and then at her lip.

******************Ava is kidnapped and is forced to realise her uncle has sold her to the Velky family to get out of his gambling debts. Zane is the head of the Velky family cartel. He is hard, brutal, dangerous and deadly. His life don't have room for love or relationships, but he has needs as any hotblooded man.

Trigger warnings:
Talk about SA
Body image issues
Light BDSM
Descriptive descriptions of assaults
Self harm
Harsh language

My name is Junie. I'm six years old, a half-werewolf. My mom Juliet is a human witch, the gentlest woman alive.

A month ago, Mom was eight months pregnant. We were walking by the river when Dad's childhood friend Melody shoved her straight into the rushing current. The cold water took my unborn brother. When they pulled Mom out, she was covered in blood, her magic all but gone.

Dad, Maxwell, is the youngest Alpha of the Silver Wolf pack and runs a family conglomerate. That day in the hospital hallway, his eyes went red and he swore through gritted teeth that whoever did this would pay for it, hard, in front of the Tribunal.

Mom believed him.

Then came the trial. The second Dad saw that the woman sitting in the defendant's seat was Melody, he went quiet.

Right there in front of the judge, he took it back. He said Melody never meant to push her, that Mom's magic had gone haywire from the pregnancy and she'd slipped into the river on her own.

Melody walked free. Mom got community service.

The day we left the courthouse, Melody buried her face in Dad's chest and sobbed, but the second no one else could see, she shot Mom a cold little smirk. Dad kissed her forehead like her tears were breaking his heart.

Mom just watched them, one hand over her empty belly. Those eyes that used to be so full of love were calm now.

She let out a slow breath. "Maxwell, let's break the mate bond."

"She is mine." Ephemiel announced. "That is the only truth any of you need to know. Touch her or even look at her with hunger in your eyes, and I will carve the memory of my displeasure into your wings for the rest of eternity."

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Desperate to save her dying twin sister, Dione Allistair attempts a forbidden blood ritual to summon a lesser Fallen.
She gets their leader instead.
Ephemiel, Prince of the Fallen and one of the most feared angels cast out of Heaven.
In exchange for her sister’s life, Dione offers the only thing she has left: her eternal service.

Now, whenever the sigil on her wrist burns, Dione is ripped from her mortal life and dragged into Ephemiel’s celestial realm. There, among the other Fallen, the ancient prince is cold and merciless toward the fragile human who somehow managed to summon him.
She is a mortal girl who has spent most of her life believing she is unworthy of being wanted.
He is raw power, ancient beauty, and millennia of pride.

But the more Ephemiel summons her, the more time he spends in her company... and the harder the Prince of the Fallen begins to fall.
He must now choose between the pride that has kept him from Heaven for centuries and the mortal who has somehow become impossible to let go.
Because loving Dione may mean risking everything he has left. And losing her may mean losing the only thing that has made eternity worth enduring.

I found my angel. Then I broke her wings.

Alexis should’ve never set foot in my world.
Men like me stain girls like her. We take their innocence and tear it to shreds.
She thinks she’s tough. She thinks she can handle me.
But she doesn’t know just how deep my darkness goes.

It was for the best that I claimed her for a night and left her behind.
Anything more than that would have been cruel.

I thought I’d seen the last of Alexis Wright.
So imagine my surprise two years later when the door to my office opens…
And she walks in.
The girl I ravaged. The girl I devoured.

Now that’s she’s in front of me again, I have just two questions for her:
First—what is she doing here?
And second…
What does she mean, “our baby”?

#BL #Omegaverse #18+

Tristan didn't know life of the outside world. After his parents died when he was just six, his uncle took him in and treated him like a possession. Receiving no love from anyone, he felt alone and just wanted to give up on ever being set free from the clutches of the cruelty his life became.
Then he was being offered to Lincoln Nolan, the heir to the Nolan Clan, a clan that was cruel to their omegas, vicious in their dealings and did anything to get what they wanted.
Axel hated the Nolan clan with a passion. Doing their dirty work and forced to go on missions, he was told to check out the rare male omega. But he didn't plan on finding an innocent young man that was being abused and mistreated.
Axel always thought he would never be involved with any omegas ever again. But now he was hiding one. He only wanted to keep him safe and show him a world that could be beautiful. He just didn't plan on falling in love with him.

I glare at the Angel Kings on their majestic thrones. They are monsters with wings.

"I’ve seen more divinity in dogs than in you. You must be Devil's Angels! His favourite children!" I yell out loud.

Everyone in the room gapes in shock while my beautiful mates seem extremely infuriated. I bet no one has ever questioned their divinity before. They are thought to be gods among all races, but it's clear they are no different from werewolf royals.


I am a Tribute, a human slave that was branded and gifted to them.

They are Aerion, Aeries, and Aerius, the triplet Angel Kings, beautiful, terrifying devils who rule the whole empire of Avrion.

Their Empire uses human slaves for vicious warrior battles, hunts, and any dark entertainment required to celebrate their dark festival.

I was simply a gift from my sister, Cassandra, who sought to claim their love. But the moment their divine eyes saw their mate's mark on my skin, I became their property.

I married a rapist.
After the wedding, I played the perfect wife. I always took off my makeup after he fell asleep, and reapplied it before he woke up.
My husband loved showing off on his livestream, bragging that women should know their place.
One viewer sent a warning in the chat:
[Run, man. Only vengeful spirits do their makeup in the middle of the night—when their resentment is strongest, the makeup lasts longer!]
I covered my face and grinned wickedly.
Oops, forgot concealer. My corpse marks are showing.

"I want a different kind of meal from Arya,"Juan teased.
"What's that?"
"Why don't you sit on my face and you'll know."
Arya was never meant to stand out. With a deceased mother, an abusive father, and only a high school certificate to her name, she lived quietly and worked as a waitress in a bar, but one night she got just one look from Juan Moreno, the most feared mafia lord in Sicily and things went south.
Sold like property to a man she didn't know, Arya thought the worst had already happened. Until Juan came for her. He didn't save her only, he claimed her just to have owner ship of her and then locked her in a prison disguised as a mansion.
Now, she's the most wanted woman—not for a crime, but for her beauty.
And two ruthless mafia kings are at a cold war for ownership of her body. Juan, believes Dominic—his longtime rival who wants Arya is the only threat.
But when he faces several attacks from an enemy he once thought was dead, he realizes his empire might fall. Can Juan protect the woman he would burn the world for, or will he be forced to hand her to the only man who might keep her alive?

To celebrate landing our biggest client of the year, the company rented out the entire terrace of a beachside bar.

When it was time for the team photo, the only open spot left was next to my boyfriend, Harrison Kent.

I'd barely moved over when he waved toward the back of the crowd. "Lacey, come stand here."

Lacey Monroe was my best friend. She squeezed in beside him with a smile. The second the camera clicked, the whole terrace erupted in whistles.

"Okay, these two belong on a magazine cover!"

"Since when does Mr. Kent ask anyone to take a picture with him? I mean, come on."

Someone popped a bottle of champagne in the middle of it all. The crowd pushed forward, I got shoved into a table, and a broken glass sliced open my palm. Barely a few feet away, Harrison was bent over, wiping champagne off Lacey's dress.

The company had a strict rule against dating your boss. For three years, I'd helped him keep us perfectly hidden, believing that one day he'd finally take my hand in front of everyone.

But standing there with my bleeding hand clenched, I suddenly didn't want to wait anymore.

I was done with a relationship that could never see the light of day.

"I had the hospital put your mother back on treatment. Now behave yourself, and quit making up excuses to get money out of me."

The call came from my husband, Silas Crane.

The Don of the Crane family had noticed I hadn't gone to his assistant for money in five whole days. He probably figured I'd finally been trained to be a proper Donna.

Before he hung up, he added, "I know life's tough for people from the wrong side of town. But you're not going to scam the Cranes that easily."

I didn't tell him the divorce papers were sitting right in front of me.

When I packed, I went through the entire walk-in closet. In the end, the only thing I could take was the old denim jacket I'd worn the day I married into this family.

From the outside, being the Crane Donna looked like having it all.

But in five years, I couldn't even scrape together two decent outfits.

The jewelry and gowns were locked in a safe. Every dollar I spent needed a written request, and Silas's personal assistant, Tessa Vaughn, had to approve it.

His reason was simple. I came from nothing, and he was afraid I'd start blowing money the second I married into wealth.

Five days ago, Mom was lying in a hospital bed waiting on a $300,000 surgery deposit.

Tessa sent my request back again and again. Before the money ever came through, Mom was gone.

I'd put up with Silas for five years, and it was never about love. It was about the surgery slot at the Crane hospital that could save Mom.

Now Mom was gone, and there was nothing left in the Crane family that could keep me here.

“I want a divorce!” Angela said, staring at her young and handsome husband with her head high.

“You had the nerve to tell me that? Fine! Who wants to stay married to an ugly and stupid woman?” Sky Mars scoffed, looking at her from head to toe. “How much do you want from me?” He asked, thinking she only married him for his money.

“I don’t need your money, Sky. Only that,” Angela pointed at the beautiful handmade quilt on the bed.

“Not only you’re ugly and stupid, but you’re also crazy. Take this, sign the divorce papers, and don’t ever come back,” He took the blue peacock design comforter on the bed, throwing it at her.

She picked up the quilt that landed on the floor and turned her back on him, hugging the soft fabric as she walked toward the door. She did not bother correcting him that she is not ugly and stupid, but crazy? Maybe. She was probably insane falling in love with Sky, that not only the name and status is beyond her reach but also his heart.

Six months into the apocalypse, I risked my life to pamper my girlfriend like a princess, only to be betrayed by her and the camp leader .
My legs were broken, and I was thrown over the wall to be eaten by dogs ; hundreds of civilians I had once protected turned on me .
On the verge of death, I unexpectedly rescued a mysterious prodigy, instantly binding myself to an endless space and granting me divine healing abilities . My severed limbs regenerated instantly, and I had access to countless top-tier resources .
Returning to the camp fully healed, I stomped on the leader's knee and kicked my scheming ex-girlfriend into a horde of zombies .
In this damn apocalypse, from this day forward, I am the one and only new king .

A war between the humans, the angels, and the demons is something no one thinks would ever happen. The reality falls upon humans in a very harsh way bringing along war and threats to the human race. They stared with wobbling legs, atrophic hands, and sweat sprinkling down their face as they looked at the worlds that have brought their war to their continent.

The atmosphere is too tense for an ordinary being not to shiver in fear, the air was filled with death, and the hearts was filled with love and determination, hatred and revenge. The peaceful days were gone, the days of joy and laughter is being threatened, and the days of love and happiness were nowhere in imaginary view.

' where did it all go wrong? When did it all goes wrong ?'.

It was the day she got deserted. The day she was led to die was the day their trouble begins.

And the day their world embraces her, they embrace doom along.

In the gritty and sprawling city of Los Angeles, the name Salvatore D'Arezzo holds immense power. As boss of VITO, a notorious mafia empire, Salvatore a is no stranger to the world of crime and violence. Ruthlessness runs in his veins, and the concept of second chances is a foreign language to him.
Salvatore’s persona is as unpredictable as the changing winds. One moment, he can exude the calmness of a gentle breeze, and the next, unleash a destructive storm. His moves are calculated, his control absolute.
Amidst this world of darkness, a young woman, Dahlia Gilmore, just 22 years old, enters the stage.
Their fateful encounter sparks a chain of events that will forever alter their lives. How did their paths cross? Was it mere chance, or was it a carefully orchestrated plan by fate itself?
Dahlia’s natural allure and genuine curiosity capture Salvatore’s attention, drawing him towards her like a moth to a flame. In a world where possessions are claimed and held tightly, Salvatore sets his sights on claiming Dahlia as his possession. What will become of her in his clutches? Will she remain a mere pawn in his dangerous game, or will she find a way to break free?
But what if there is more to this story than meets the eye? Secrets, lies, and unexpected revelations lie in wait, threatening to shatter the fragile balance between them. What hidden truths will come to light, and how will they impact their twisted relationship?
In a city steeped in darkness, Dahlia’s journey of self-discovery intertwines with Salvatore’s thirst for power. As they navigate the treacherous waters of a life ruled by crime, they will be forced to confront their deepest desires and make choices that will shape their lives forever.

"I hate you !!"
Angelina cried while beating his chest with her hands.
Danzel just smirked at her little attempt.
He lowered himself until he could feel the fear from her breaths and said,
"Love, you can hate and beat me all you want. It doesn't affect me either way!! But one thing you get straight into that brain of yours is that there is no escape from me. I am your biggest nightmare! "
Angelina's eyes widened in fear and she cried beating him...
Little did she know that she was just waking up the dead feelings in his heart.....

Kai Mitchell built her empire from the ground up. At just 26, she’s a force in both the business world and the dojo—an undefeated martial artist, a relentless entrepreneur, and a woman who refuses to back down. But after a brutal knife attack leaves her scarred, she withdraws, convinced no man would ever see her as desirable again.

Enter Chris "Duke" Lawson—billionaire, investor, and an enigmatic dominant with a past as entwined with Kai’s as the ropes he expertly wields. He’s been watching over her for years, first from the shadows, then as the angel investor funding her rise. He knows her as Kai, the fierce CEO, but also as Angel, the submissive who once captivated him in the underground world of BDSM. She doesn’t remember him, not fully. But he’s never forgotten her.

When business forces them together, sparks fly, but Kai resists his every advance—until one fateful night in his playroom shatters her walls. What starts as a battle of dominance becomes something far deeper, a tangled web of obsession, trust, and healing. Chris is determined to claim the woman who stole his soul, but first, he must convince her that surrendering doesn’t mean losing herself.

In a world where power is everything, can love be the ultimate submission?

When billionaire heiress Aerith Sena wakes after three years in a coma, everything has changed.

Friends have become enemies.

Family members want her inheritance.

Powerful forces are moving against her company.

Only one person remains by her side.

Her husband.

A man no one respects.

A man no one understands.

A man whose name alone can make the underworld tremble.

As secrets unfold, Aerith discovers that while she was sleeping, someone was fighting a war for her.

And he never lost a single battle.

“Baby if you don’t stop I’ll need another shower.” He ignores me and moves his fingers faster before finally thrusting two of them deep inside me making me cry out in pleasure. I moan louder and louder as he thrusts deeper and harder into me each time bringing me closer and closer to orgasm..."


What happens when a woman and a secret billionaire ex-air force captain meet in an online game? Will it turn into love or will it just be an online fling? Other people come into play from her past as well as his and begin to cause chaos in their lives and they must decide whether to stay together or let the relationship die.

In order to pay for the high tuition, poor girl Felicia Jones worked two jobs every day to make a living, until she met a rich man named Henry, who was full of confidence and powerful aura, and his identity was mysterious and dangerous. Felicia fell into his temptation and couldn't extricate herself, until she discovered the dark world behind him, she was completely scared...
Should she continue to entangle with a big boss in the dark world? Or run away wisely? But when she realized this problem, Henry had already imprisoned her tightly in his world.
"Oh, dear little baby, do you want to run away now? It's too late."
His words were like the whisper of a devil, full of charm that makes people want to commit crimes...

In this romance/supernatural novel, you will meet Celine, a beautiful angel, Dominique, an Alpha King who lost his 1st mate, Drake, a Beta with a way with people and wolves, Athos, a young alpha who was forced to become a rogue, and Vince, the Rogue Alpha who is hell bent on destroying the Alpha King.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Emma spat.
"You are going no where, my love," the guy with a mask on his face said and grabbed her hair.
"I'm not your love, just let me go please," she cried.
"Stop crying, I hate to see you like this way. Just have it in your mind that you are mine and mine alone," the guy said.
The voice sounds familiar to her but she couldn't place a name to it because she is not in the right frame of mind. She just wanted to be free, "I'm not yours!"
The guy gave her a slap on her cheek and she gasped. He moved closer to her and grabbed her hair roughly, "Spread your legs."
Emma refused and he warned, "Spread your legs now, don't make me go the hard way. " He pushed her to the bed and ripped her shirt off. "No, please don't touch me. Please don't rape me," Emma cried. " I will do what I want," the guy said and gave her a slap again. He ripped her clothes off like a mad animal. Emma cried for help, she cried till she lost her voice. His trousers were off and he was ready to penetrate into her but he stopped all of a sudden.
The guy fell to the ground and when Emma saw who hit the guy. She cried and ran towards her saviour.


In a world where werewolves roam, a future Alpha named [Lucas] leaves his pack behind to follow his heart to the city. Driven by the urge to find his human mate, he embarks on a journey that changed his life forever. Fate has plans, bringing them together in a chance encounter that will awaken a love so strong, it will defy the odds and bridge the gap between two worlds. As Lucas and his mate navigate the complexities of their bond, they must confront the challenges that come with their differences and fight to protect their love from those who seek to tear them apart.

One botched spell. Five impossible tasks. One sanctuary full of secrets.

Elowen Riverleaf only wanted a quiet life. After getting fired from her magic library job for skimming on the side, she steals back her earnings and buys a ruined crossroads tavern. All Elowen wants is a nice warm place for her brother to live, until one accidental wave of her hand magic triggers a dormant Sanctuary Ward.

Suddenly the doors are sealed, trapping Elowen, her brother, and four odd strangers, inside the storm-choked Glimmer-Frost. The only way to break the spell is for the six of them to work together and turn this crossroads tavern into a Five-Star Sanctuary.

From doors that lead to mer-kingdoms to clockwork kitchens, the misfit band has to complete tasks to earn each star. As Elowen grows fond of the clever but reserved scholar Theron, she finds herself breaking her own rules of keeping people at a distance...and learning some not-so-pretty secrets in the process. With the final trial looming, can Elowen's budding feelings for Theron survive the sanctified lies, or will her heart be crushed like the bones of the old world?

The devil's captive became his heart's keeper.


Revenge!
The only thing the strong ,powerful and ruthless mafia don Alessandro Moretti has harboured for years.
When he discovers the identity of his mother's killer,he doesn't go after the man alone.
He wants everything belonging to Giovanni Conti burnt to the ground,including his most valuable possession-his daughter.

Auctioned off by her uncle to the highest bidder,Isabelle Conti's fate is sealed.
Not until masked gunmen crash her wedding,and she wakes up in the don's den.
She becomes his captive.
His obsession...His willing prey.
His weapon of vengeance.

Isabelle Conti turns out to be different from the others,this time around she doesn't want his affection...she needs his downfall.
And when she finally has him where she wants him and she's torn between her feelings and surrendering to the ruthless don.
One question threatens to destroy everything,

Have you ever loved me?

“No woman has ever made this cold heart race,” he murmurs.
“Except you.”
......

Valentine’s Day was supposed to be the night I told my best friend Ethan how I felt.
Instead, I kissed his dangerous twin.

A month later my mother married their father. Elias became my stepbrother.
He still has private photos of me I never knew existed. When I find them, trust nearly shatters. He destroys them—but forgiveness is harder.

While I fall for the wrong brother, Ethan’s jealousy turns darker. He uses what he knows about Elias’s past, and about Vivian, the older woman who once left real scars, to make me doubt everything.

Vivian contacts me herself. She doesn’t want him back. She only warns me about the difference between being wanted and being possessed.

My mother demands I end it for the family. Ethan threatens to expose us.
Everyone has decided what I should do.

I spent three years waiting for Ethan to choose me.
I will not let anyone else choose for me now.

Even if the brother I choose is the wrong one.

"P... please, don't do this" I muttered up the courage to speak this words. My voice pleading and my eyes desperate to get to him. " I can't wait any longer. You don't know how bad I want you, even your tears turns me on" His face came closer to me. I could feel his warmth breath on my face, his words send chill down my body.

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When a dangerous captor sets his sight on a young girl and he knew he needs to have her even if it means taking her against her will .

“When you think that life cannot get better, Blake Pierce comes up with another masterpiece of thriller and mystery! This book is full of twists, and the end brings a surprising revelation. Strongly recommended for the permanent library of any reader who enjoys a very well-written thriller.”--Books and Movie Reviews (re Almost Gone) A MURDER IN PARIS is the debut novel in a charming new cozy mystery series by USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose #1 bestseller Once Gone has received 1,500 five-star reviews.Diana Hope, 55, is still adjusting to her recent separation when she discovers her ex-husband has just proposed to a woman 30 years younger. Secretly hoping they would reunite, Diana is devastated. She realizes the time has come to reimagine life without him—in fact, to reimagine her life, period.Devoting the last 30 years of her life to being a dutiful wife and mother and to climbing the corporate ladder, Diana has been relentlessly driven, and has not taken a moment to do anything for herself. Now, the time has come.Diana never forgot her first boyfriend, who begged her to join him for a year in Europe after college. She had wanted to go so badly, but it had seemed like a wild, romantic idea, and a gap year, she’d thought, would hinder her resume and career. But now, with her daughters grown, her husband gone, and her career no longer fulfilling, Diana realizes it’s time for herself—and to take that romantic year in Europe she’d always dreamed of.Diana prepares to embark on the year of her life, finally turning to her bucket list, hoping to tour the most beautiful sights and sample the most scrumptious cuisines—and maybe, even, to fall in love again. But a year in Europe may have different plans in store for her. Can A-type Diana learn to go with the flow, to be spontaneous, to let down her guard and to learn to truly enjoy life again?In A MURDER IN PARIS (Book #1), Diana hopes to kick off her journey, and find new love, with an unforgettable night at the Versailles ball. But when the dramatic night takes a harrowing turn she could never expect, Diana realizes she will have to solve the crime—or else have her trip end in disaster.A YEAR IN EUROPE is a charming and laugh-out-loud cozy mystery series, packed with food and travel, with mysteries that will leave you on the edge of your seat, and with experiences that will leave you with a sense of wonder. As Diana embarks on her quixotic quest for love and meaning, you will find yourself falling in love and rooting for her. You will be in shock at the twists and turns her journey takes as she somehow finds herself at the center of a mystery, and must play amateur sleuth to solve it. Fans of books like Eat, Pray, Love and Under the Tuscan Sun have finally found the cozy mystery series they’ve been hoping for!Book #2 (DEATH IN FLORENCE) and book #3 (VENGEANCE IN VIENNA) in the series are now also available!

A hidden witch. A cursed wolf. A shop where the tea is always warm....

Eliana just wants a quiet life. Hiding her hedge magic, she opens THE CRESCENT BREW in the snowy town of Frostfell a little tea house filled with dried lavender, sweet honey cakes, and the warmth of a crackling fire.
Then a severe snow brings Gideon to her doorstep: an exiled wolf commander dying from a curse that has stolen his sleep for four endless years.
One cup of Eliana's enchanted Moonflower Tea gives him his first night of peace. Unable to buy her shop, Gideon makes a simpler deal: every evening at eight o'clock, he takes his dedicated table by the fire, drinking her tea and quietly protecting her peace from the outside world.
Between late-night teacups and quiet glances across the hearth, two weary souls find home.

One day I'm dealing with cranky toddlers and parents who work too much to actually parent, the next my life is turned upside down and I'm working in a bar for supernaturals. I might not know how to mix drinks, but strangely enough the skills needed to deal with misbehaving children seem to work well enough on vampires, werewolves and even witches. The good news is this job is interesting and hey, my boss might be a demon but I'm pretty sure that under all the grumpy expressions he is a total softie. The bad news is that humans aren't supposed to know about all this magic stuff and so now I'm magically bound to this bar until I can convince them that I won't go telling everyone. Or I die, whichever comes first. Sadly dying is seeming more and more likely because someone is after me. I don't know who or why but they are dangerous and they have magic. So I'll domy best to survive, and if that means spending some extra time with my scary but gorgeous boss then so be it. I'll convince him to trust me if it's the last thing I do.

"You are beautiful, Isabella," he murmured, his voice like a soft caress. “But beauty is just a pretty mask.”

I didn't respond. I couldn't. He reached out and took a strand of my hair, twirling it around his finger. "Do you know why you are here?"

I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned close. It was a suffocating, terrifying, and strangely exhilarating experience. "I.. I do not," I whispered.

He chuckled, a low, guttural sound that sent a chill down my spine. “You are here because you belong to me. You are mine now.”

He pulled me to him, his mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was hard and possessive, demanding, and I was powerless to resist. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, exploring me like I was a newly discovered landscape. It wasn't romantic, wasn't tender; it was pure, raw dominance. I was a possession, his to claim, his to control.

"You're nothing but bad luck! You're just as vile and worthless as that wretched mother of yours!" My father's roar echoed through the room, punctuated by the sharp crack of his belt.

Through my tears, I tried to defend myself: "That's not true! My mom is a good person—she's a police officer!"

He let out a cold laugh: "Good person? Your mother was nothing but a slut! How dare you talk back to me!"

I turned desperately to my stepmother: "Please, make him stop..."

She just gave me a cold glance and walked away.

The beating continued until he was too exhausted.

When I became an adult, I finally escaped that house of horrors.

I thought that by working through college, writing novels to pay off my loans, life would finally get better.

But then...

I woke up on my neighbor's floor, clutching a blood-soaked knife, with blood splattered everywhere.

Had I killed someone?

This couldn't be happening... I would never hurt anyone!

When everyone saw me as a murderer, when the whole world turned against me...

He was the only one who stood by my side.

"I believe you," his voice rang out firmly in the courtroom.

Why does he want to help me?

To win a smile from my icy wife, I stood for four hours in a London blizzard, only to be greeted by her returning hand-in-hand with her childhood sweetheart, who had just returned from abroad.

For three years of marriage, I had concealed all my sharp edges, solely to warm her heart.
Until company secrets were leaked, and she unquestioningly believed her childhood sweetheart's framing, locking me, who suffered from severe claustrophobia, in a dark, abandoned wine cellar for a full forty-eight hours.

Watching her arrogantly slam the "Clean Break Agreement" onto my bleeding face, I smiled.
The moment I signed my name, the humble Arthur who loved her died utterly in the abyss.

That night, my yacht ran aground and exploded.
And the first heir of the Vance conglomerate, missing for three years, officially took control of the global technology lifeline.

Six months later, betrayed and facing bankruptcy, she clung to my trousers like a dead dog on the red carpet of a top-tier banquet, weeping and begging me to start over.
I was arm in arm with a true socialite, and I didn't even lift an eyelid as I looked at the woman covered in mud on the floor:
"Security, throw this crazy woman who's dirtied the carpet away. Don't spoil my fun."

The day Marnie Quill is evicted from her aunt’s bookshop, the town crier reads the notice aloud in the market square while her ex-boyfriend smiles from the front row. That night, a dragon crashes through her roof and lands in Poetry.
He shrinks into a tall young man wearing a velvet curtain, looks around at four thousand dusty books and announces that the shop is now his hoard. Marnie, who can hear what books feel, hears every single one of them purr.
Idris Emberfall is grumpy, enormous and ferociously protective, and he guards her shop like treasure. He also holds every book upside down, because the youngest son of the Mountain Court has a secret he would burn down the town to keep: he cannot read. Marnie has thirty days to save her shop and one winter to teach a dragon his letters, and it is getting harder to say whose hoard is whose.

When your mother is brutally abused, raped, and murdered by a group of scum, what would you do?
When these demonic scum remain at large, what would you do then?
Angels cannot deal with demons. The only way to confront demons is to become one yourself, using demonic methods to fight against them...

" Fuck, Angelina. I want to fucking inscribe my name on your body." He growled, his voice deep and hoarse." That sounds fun, I want to bear your name on my body." She whispered back, her innocent gaze staring back at him.
Brave and innocent Angelina didn't know that loving a devil comes with a steadfast price. A dark heart that has no room for love, but she managed to slip in, captured his cold attention, and bear his eternal claim.

Gosh! Those eyes! They were screaming cute!
His masculine beauty was out of this world and he is the kind of man I’d love.

The only problem I saw in him was the big tattoo on his arm that extended to his wrists.

Being a typical church girl, I couldn’t end up with such a man unless I wanted to be disowned by my father.

“I’d have a glass of martini, extra dirty and tacos.” He said in a dreamy gusty voice.
“Coming right up” I said taking the menu list and flashed a timid smile at him.

I felt my cheeks burning and if there was a mirror around here, I’d have checked how embarrassing I must be looking. My face must have definitely turned pink.
I watched him as he ate gracefully without looking elsewhere, his eyes were fixed on his phone.

His short brown hair was to die for, I instantly wished I could run my fingers through them.

Too bad, I might not be the kind of woman he wants; it wouldn't hurt to have sinful fantasies.

He suddenly looked towards me, maybe he must have noticed I had my eyes on him all along.
Immediately he locked eyes with mine, I looked elsewhere pretending to looking for something that wasn’t missing.

I could tell he gave a faint smile but kept sipping his drink slowly, as he was gazing at his phone.
He gave a signal to come and get his bill and I walked gracefully to him.

God! I wish he could just take me to bed.
Oops! I’m a church girl and shouldn’t be thinking of things like that.

“You should take a picture of me, it will last longer.” He said in a baritone voice.

His beautiful angel was naked writhing in bed , in tears, shaking and begging. There was a pillow between her thighs and she was rubbing herself desperately trying to find a release. “fuck” he cursed under his breath……..
Life of Ana was running smoothly with her adopted Uncle and Aunt when god decides to turn her life into more chaotic one. Sometimes it takes one dark night and one look of care, just to gain the interest of the devil unknowingly and unintentionally to sign her fate with tears and helplessness.
I saved his life but he took mine. A love story bloomed with a hue of purity and tainted with blood and greed. * darkromance *Explicit content *

"I want an abortion, I don't want this baby," Lotus muttered under her breath. How could she give birth to a baby when she didn't have any idea who was the father?

On her wedding night, Lotus was sent to the room of an unknown man. She had no idea that she was giving her virginity to someone she will never know. Her Long time boyfriend and newly-wed husband and her family abandoned her because of her adultery.
What will she do when she will discover that, all of her miseries were planned by her stepmother and step-sister? What will happen when she will meet the father of her baby and he turns out to be a Billionaire?

Everyone in Grey Harbor said Julian Ashford was a hopeless romantic.

He had spoiled me into the most envied woman in town: Mrs. Ashford.

Only I knew what life inside that house was really like.

Every day I watched him bring women home, one after another.

Then he brought home Sienna, and introduced her as the household's new "lifestyle manager."

Her first week, all my cards were frozen, half my closet was cleared out, I was put on an allowance of twenty dollars a day, and I was forbidden to leave the house after eight p.m.

Tonight, at 8:01, the hospital called.

My mother had suffered a heart attack.

I ran for the door. Two security guards blocked it.

Sienna stood there with her arms folded.

"Ma'am, no one leaves after eight. Those are the Ashford house rules."

"My mother is dying."

"Rules are rules."

I turned and went to find Julian.

He was in his study with a glass of whiskey. He heard me out without so much as lifting his eyes.

"As long as you're Mrs. Ashford, you don't break Sienna's rules."

I had loved him for ten years. For the first time, I didn't recognize him.

"Then I'm done being Mrs. Ashford."

I gave him seventeen chances to marry me, yet he eagerly toasts with his new flame, showers her with gifts, and retreats to hotels with her.
He has forgotten that I do not have pierced ears, presenting me annually with earrings I can never wear; he has overlooked our seven-year anniversary but vividly remembers the one-year anniversary of his new lover's employment.
Seventeen promises of marriage, each one an empty promise; seven years of devoted affection, ultimately reduced to a mere laughingstock.
So I flew straight to his worst nightmare—Mexico.
And let him burn in the regret he never earned.

One scorching night was all it took for the ruthless billionaire…Damien Voss to haunt Isabella Barnes' dreams. He took her body, shattered her trust, and vanished, leaving her with scars deeper than the secret she buried alone.

Now, on a Christmas getaway meant to heal her, Isabella wakes in chains. Her captor? The same man who ruined her. Damien mistakes her for the daughter of his sworn rival and vows to break her as leverage in his brutal corporate war.

But as days bleed into nights of dark pleasure and forbidden surrender, the truth unravels: he's been hunting those unforgettable eyes ever since that fateful night. And he has no intention of letting her go.

Trapped in his luxurious prison, Isabella fights the pull of his possessive touch. But still, anger and pain burns in her veins... until his obsession awakens something twisted and intoxicating in her own soul. Once he claims her, escape isn't an option…she might not even want it.

In a world of betrayal, deadly rivals, and unrelenting passion, will she shatter her captor when she discovers that he’s the same man that has haunted her dreams for years...or become his forever?

Ryan forgot my thirtieth birthday.

But he remembered that his partner Sloane was allergic to nuts, that she liked Perrier-Jouët champagne, and that her celebration cake had to be salted caramel.

I was sitting in the ER with a 102°F fever when he called — not to ask where I was, but to have me double-check the guest list for Sloane's dinner party.

I typed: "I have a fever. I'm at the hospital."

Then I watched him rattle off champagne vintages, and deleted it letter by letter.

That night, on a plastic chair in the emergency room, I made a decision.

It was time to go.

I signed the appointment letter for the new Milwaukee hotel. Left the ring and the keys on his desk.

And then — I chose to raise myself all over again.

I spent a month pretending to be a coward in a mercenary cannon-fodder camp.

A recruit shattered my nose with a punch and ground his combat boot into my face; the instructor cut off my water during drills in forty-degree heat, waiting for me to drop dead from dehydration. To prevent the military AI surveillance overhead from catching my tactical muscle memory, I forcibly locked down my combat instincts and swallowed blood mixed with dirt.

They thought I was just a sluggish forty-two-year-old drifter, unaware that in the Pentagon's top-secret sealed files, I am a former Joint Special Operations Command "Tier 0" Ghost Operative.

Until that day, when heavily armored mercenaries raided the camp, and an EMP grenade paralyzed the entire surveillance grid.

Staring at the extinguished infrared indicator lights above, I snapped an enemy's neck and picked up a rifle from the ground.

"Alright, restrictions lifted."