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A cheating husband. A burning curse. One forbidden night with a stranger who isn’t a stranger at all.
When Rose DeLuca’s world falls apart, the man who saves her turns out to be the Alpha she was destined for....and the billionaire who’s ready to claim everything, including her.

18+ WARNING: This novel contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content, betrayal, and dark romance.

Five years ago, Leo, the overlord of the abyss who ruled the seven seas, went into hiding and worked as a cook in a dilapidated tavern to save his savior.
When his benefactor was captured by the empire and was about to be executed, the arrogant governor forced him to crawl between his legs in order to see him.
He did as instructed, but was then tricked.
That night, a bone conch shell resounded throughout the seven seas, thousands of ghost warships besieged the city, and the kings of the underworld knelt in unison.
The former "scale-scraping chef" broke through the palace gates, cut through his shackles with a single stroke, and embraced the beauty: "I'll take you home for grilled fish, it's on me."

He said she was his. Not by fate but by force.
She never believed in mates, especially not the kind with ruthless hands and a gaze that burns like wildfire. But when a powerful Lycan drags her into his world of violence, dominance, and ancient law, she learns the terrifying truth: she isn’t just desired, she’s claimed.
Held in his brutal grip, heart racing and body trembling, she sees the madness in his eyes. He doesn’t ask. He takes. And once his scent is on her skin, there’s no escape.
But she isn’t the fragile little thing he thinks she is.
As war brews between packs and bloodlines clash, one question remains:
Will she survive being his mate
or will she burn trying to break the bond?

When the universe undergoes a brutal digital integration, Earth is dismantled and compressed into ,The Crucible—a colossal, 100-floor vertical mega-dungeon governed by a faceless, ruthless System AI. In this new reality, humanity is treated as a harvestable resource, forced to fight monsters and climb floors under rigid, gamified laws where a single mistake means permanent erasure.

Enter Julian Vance, a brilliant but physically weak data analyst. Unlike standard warriors who rely on brute-force magic, Julian unlocks a rare, passive class archetype: The Resourceful Climber, driven by a hyper-analytical mind and an anomalously high Savvy attribute. Julian can see the raw code underlying reality, allowing him to spot hidden system bugs, structural glitches, and environmental vulnerabilities.

His life gains a desperate purpose when he witnesses the tragic sacrifice of Lyra Thorne, a powerful Sentinel warrior. Driven by a profound attachment to her, Julian uses his deep understanding of the system's mechanics to intentionally trigger a fatal data-overflow error. Instead of dying, he forces a localized timeline rollback, keeping his memories and his permanent Savvy stat while the rest of the world resets.

To save Lyra from her scripted deaths, Julian must exploit ,The Core Loophole. He uses outside-the-box creativity to turn the glitched environment into a weapon, outsmarting elite monsters and corrupt player guilds. However, the System AI is actively learning from his resets. With every loop, a new "Server Patch" is deployed, rewriting dungeon layouts and closing his safety loopholes. Julian must outpace a learning machine, master forbidden glitch-crafting, and build an independent empire to break the time loop and challenge the higher-dimensional architects of reality itself.

Struggling journalist Holly Winters is invited to the billionaire's Christmas Gala. The billionaire disappears, leaving her to face a high-stakes treasure hunt with riddles, secrets, and a mysterious catastrophe that she needs to prevent before midnight on Christmas Eve. In a battle of time and danger, Holly works with an unlikely team of strangers to save the day and herself. Perfect for suspenseful mystery fans and festive thrillers!

I used to move through life with the gnawing belief that something inside me was tainted, wrong in a way I could never explain. Daylight felt like a lie I was forced to live under, its brilliance too harsh, too exposing. I never truly belonged in the sun. Maybe that’s why, when I saw him, cloaked in shadow and sin, I felt something awaken deep within me.
Agostino Santini was everything I wasn’t supposed to want, yet everything I craved. He looked like he had been carved from my darkest fantasies, his presence an intoxicating gravity I couldn't resist. The world called him many things: predator, monster, omen of death. And maybe he was. But to me, he was something else entirely.
He didn’t just save my life, he breathed something new into it. With every glance, every whispered word, he unraveled the tight threads of restraint I’d bound myself with. He touched me like he knew every secret my skin kept hidden. He gave me a taste of pleasure so raw, so consuming, it made me question everything I thought I knew about desire.
All he ever asked of me was my blood. But I knew if I surrendered that, I wouldn’t be able to stop there. I’d give him everything. My body. My heart. My soul. And I did. Willingly.
His dark magnetism blinded me to the truth until it was far too late. I was drawn to him like a moth to flame, compelled, helpless. And when I stepped too close, the fire didn’t just burn. It consumed.
That’s when I learned the most devastating truth of all. Love like this doesn’t end in happily ever after.
It ends in ruin.
And in the end, only one of us will survive.

When I gave birth to my child Leo, my Alpha husband Gideon didn’t even show up. Instead, his ex girlfriend Daphne walked in and ripped my child from me. It turns out that he misunderstood and hated me ever since we mated and just need my genes to get the strongest Alpha heir from the prophecy. Daphne took the chance to put my wolf into dormancy and kicked me out to the rogue forest… Luckily, I was saved by the Alpha Prince who live in seclusion, and found out I have another child that was about to be born….
Seven years later, I returned to the pack to see my son, hiding who I really am and the fact I have my daughter Nova.
But why did everything turned out to be different from what I believed?

Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation.
Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart.
Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly.


Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned.
She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby.


Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself.
But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on?
To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his.


Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother?
How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?

Everything she believed in was a lie.
Keira and Alden were Chosen Mates who built the powerful Stormfang Pack together—until she discovered their Mate Bond was a witch's illusion, and the child she raised was actually his with his true Fated Mate, the Omega Rena.
Broken and ready to leave, a secret letter reveals she is the long-lost daughter of Mooncrest Pack's Alpha, the sole heir to a legacy she never knew.
As her dormant Alpha blood awakens in rage, she vows to reclaim her birthright.
But when Kaelan, the cold and calculating Alpha King, approaches her and claims, "You are my Fated Mate," Keira is thrown into deeper confusion.
Why would he say that? And in a world built on deception, can a bond that begins as strategy ever become real… or is it just another layer of the game?

Warning: Contains strong language, smuts, abuse and some really explicit content, please read at your risk. "Let go of me…" Arabella said. She grimaced, shaking her head. "Do you think I would let you go so easily?" He questioned, then tutted. Sandro's nostrils flared as he sniffed her hair wrapped in his hands, Vanilla and Strawberry. The innocent yet naughty scent he remembered her with. "That would never happen, Cara Mia." Arabella gasped as Sandro pressed his body into hers. She moved to shove him away but he grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pointing the gun at her temple. Arabella shut her eyes tightly as the gun cocked. She inhaled and bit her tongue whilst saying her last prayer inwardly. She wanted to run far away from him. Away from the surface of the earth if possible. But she was certain no matter how far she went, he was going to find her. ------------------------------------- Arabella's life took a u-turn after falling into her enemy's hand. She should feel nothing for him, however. He made her lose all her senses, even her clothes. At the mercy of her foe, she discovers some secrets about him and wishes to unravel more, but got what she didn't bargain for. Alessandro, an Alpha werewolf assuming the identity of a mafia Lord. He was the most wanted criminal in COOAN, and his name incites fear in all werewolves' packs. He was a man fighting his demons and needs a saviour before he drowns. After a traumatic childhood event that left him scarred, Blaze often kept to himself and trusted no one until he met Arabella, whom he believed was the perfect mate sent to him by the moon's goddess. However, she was taken. The powerful urge to save her from her...

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

"Starting price for my wife—one dollar!" James announced, pointing at the dog cage where I lay curled up like a dying animal.

The crowd at the wedding erupted in laughter. "Five dollars!" "Ten!" They threw bids like trash, mocking the woman who used to be Mrs. Windsor. Lillian, wearing my stolen necklace, poked me through the bars with a metal rod. "Look at you, Aurora. You're nothing but filth." I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. My husband had sold me. My dignity was gone.

Suddenly, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the noise.

"Two hundred million."

Silence fell over the hall. Every head turned. Walking through the doors was a man radiating power—Louis Smith, the newly found heir to the Smith empire. The man I had pushed away ten years ago. James turned pale. "Mr. Smith... this is a joke..."

Louis didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the cage, his eyes burning with a terrifying mix of rage and tenderness. He ripped the lock off with his bare hands and pulled me into his arms. James tried to block him. "She's my wife! You can't just take her!"

Louis smirked, his voice dripping with ice. "Your wife? I just bought her. She's mine now."

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.


“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

When they threw me overboard, they thought a man with a broken leg couldn't possibly come back alive. When the floodwaters engulfed the world, turning land into a graveyard, I found a forgotten submarine in the deep sea. From underwater, I built my empire step by step . Not by pity, not by luck. By the time the survivors of this sea finally realized what lay beneath the surface, I no longer needed to hide. They called me the Deep Sea Ghost. I didn't care what they called me. I knew only one thing—from this day forward, this sea was mine to rule.

For three years, she was the invisible wife in a marriage of convenience, her quiet love met only with his cold indifference. Now, with her departure date set, the photos of him with his true love are the final proof she needs to walk away forever.

Her bags are packed, her future is hers alone. She plans to vanish without a trace, leaving behind only a signed divorce paper.

He never saw her—until he found her closet empty and his world unraveling. The man who took her for granted is now in a desperate race against time, tormented by a single question: Can he undo his greatest mistake, or has he already lost the one person who truly mattered?

Her father and stepmother died, leaving her in the brutal hands of her stepbrother. Her stepbrother is heartless.
He treats her as a maid, is it a torture?
She, however, discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?

After my eighth trip to the psychiatric ward, I finally became the perfect, obedient wife my husband always wanted—even when I caught his childhood friend giving him a handjob in our living room.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Eric snapped, his eyes dark with irritation. "If those hands are useless, might as well chop them off." Without a word, I grabbed a kitchen knife and raised it toward my wrist. He kicked it away, screaming at me to stop being dramatic. So, I turned and charged headfirst toward the floor-to-ceiling window.

When I woke up, I heard him laughing with her. "She's fine. Just another attention stunt." He didn't know that the "treatment" he authorized had broken my mind into a million jagged pieces. He didn't know about the shock collars, the waterboarding, the dark cells. He thought I was finally "cured" of my jealousy.

It wasn't until a rafting trip, when his friend pushed me into the rapids and my prosthetic eye popped out and rolled across the deck, that his world shattered. As he stared at the empty black socket where my left eye used to be, he finally realized what those facilities had done to me. He dropped to his knees, screaming my name, but the woman who loved him was already dead.

Will his tears be enough to bring back the wife he destroyed, or is this just the beginning of his hell?

Three months after my miscarriage, at the celebration dinner he hosts for my "recovery," he tells his partners in French, "She's just a trophy wife. Doesn't understand basic business."

"What about that new assistant? The twenty-two-year-old?"

"So much smarter," he laughs. "And in bed? Way more exciting."

They think I don't understand. To everyone here, I'm just the stay-at-home wife who gave up her VP position at an investment bank to play house.

They don't know I minored in French. I spent a full year studying abroad at the Sorbonne.

As I lay in the operating room, bleeding out from the miscarriage, he was already seeing her.

Je comprends tout. I understand everything.

Over the champagne and candlelight, I smile at him.

He has no idea this is the last time he'll ever see it.

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game.
Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out.
He went first.
"I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was."
He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on.
My turn.
"I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?"
He laughed. He thought I was joking.
He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

At thirty-five, I finally die— only to wake up as Isabella Montague, the stunning heroine of a fantasy novel I wrote as a stupid teen.

My plan? A world-class retirement involving heavy naps and bottomless snacks.

But the 'perfect' men I created are ruining the plan.

The brooding Northern Duke won't stop watching me. The Golden Prince is convinced my disinterest is actually a challenge. My knight—and best friend—is ready to burn the world down if I so much as yawn. And a certain Elven noble who swore off humans keeps finding excuses to be near my tea.

They want my heart. I just want my pillow.

Too bad the world is cursed, the Queen wants me dead, and everyone keeps trying to put me on a throne I never asked for.

Can't a girl just chill?

"Hasn’t the patient in Bed 7 been hospitalized for three months already? Not a single family member has come to visit her once."
"Her husband only drops by to pay the medical bills before leaving without even glancing at her. Poor thing."
I lay on the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside the door, my fingers limply draped over the edge of the mattress.
Three months prior, I was diagnosed with end-stage malignant tumor.
My husband Sebastian had only come once. He stood in the doorway of the ward, never stepping inside. He blankly signed the paperwork and never showed up again after that.
Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself away in his study writing all day long, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. Though we lived under the same roof, we were strangers from two separate worlds.
I had long grown accustomed to this hollow marriage, so much so that I could not even be bothered to give him a call.
Footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the room.
I turned my head toward the door and spotted Sebastian standing there in his familiar dark gray overcoat, his face devoid of any emotion.
"You’re here," I said, surprised by his visit, forcing my frail body to prop itself up.
Sebastian said nothing in reply. He walked straight to the bedside and set an envelope of documents down on the nightstand. "Sign it."
I took the papers and read the title printed across the top: Divorce Agreement.

I was cursed, trapped in a "Trial of Sincerity"—I could only regain my freedom if she spoke the words "I love you" from the bottom of her heart.
For five years, I’ve taken bullets for her, gone to prison for her, and stood on the brink of death four times. She would only call me "my best friend" or say "I need you," but she never uttered those three words.
Four times, she abandoned me as I lay dying, rushing instead to the side of another man.
The fifth time, with a bullet in my abdomen and my insides exposed, I lay on the operating table. She finally wept, screaming "I love you"—once, twice... twelve times in total.
Too bad. After waking up from that fourth brush with death, I had already signed a Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) order.
This time, my heart has stopped beating. Not because of my wounds, but because I’ve made my choice: I won't let her save me.

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

"Jaden Cole is an eighteen-year-old high school basketball captain. He is loved by all for his perfect image. He doesn't do drugs or smoke but party hard just like every other kid on the block.

His clean boyish attitude is like a magnet that attracts all the girls around him who will stop at nothing to get in his pant but Jaden doesn't keep them around long enough to want to claim the relationship status in his life.

But one day, things changed when a new kid, Ryder Smith shows up in his class. He is dark, mysterious and the complete opposite of Jaden Cole. He smokes, has tattoos, and rides a Harlem to school.

Ryder Smith is your typical bad boy, with lip piercing and has no mouth filter. But beneath all that roughness is a big loveable heart and will do anything to have Jaden Cole see it, only problem is, Jaden Cole doesn't want anything to do with Ryder Smith, or does he?"

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.

(Nora Moore and Ethan Allen).

"Say you're a slut." He said, watching her finger herself, absentmindedly stroking his dick.

"I," she gasped,

closing her eyes, but being thrilled at saying the words,

"I am a slut.. oh, please fuck me."

He turned her around, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. She felt him run his hands down her back, up her spread ass, and finally pull on her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She moaned and turned herself up for him, pushing her open cunt back onto him.

He leaned forward and grabbed her braids, pulling her head back as he rammed his dick inside her hard. She cried out and tightened around his dick,

"Oh god, yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard and dirty." She moaned out. "I'm a fucking slut. Hurt my pussy."

He was supposed to be the predator.
The wolf.
The Alpha.

Until I pressed my stiletto between his legs and whispered in his ear:

“On all fours.”

And he obeyed.

Kneeling.
Hands cuffed.
Hard as a rock, his cock bulging and twitching behind his expensive pants.

I smiled.

Ran the sharp tip of my heel right over the thick length between his legs.

“Wanna come?” I asked sweetly.
“Beg.”
“With your mouth wide open… like a good little dog.”

"Tell me all your sl fantasies, princess."
"I want to be fd, ruined, choked, and marked until I'm a moaning, crying mess, leaking all over your sheets, daddy."
Grace's world shattered the night she found out her fiancé was gay. Drunk, devastated, and desperate to forget, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of Apollo Reed. He is a sinfully hot, cold-hearted forty-year-old man, twice her age. He's everything she was never supposed to want. And everything she never knew she needed. But reality hits hard the next morning when she realizes the man who gave her the first orgasm of her life is her new boss.
Will she let him take her again? Please her until she's trembling, begging, and utterly his? Or will she finally learn that wanting a man like him always comes with a price?

WARNING: This book is dangerously addictive. Sebastian Wolfe's desires are dark, his control absolute and you'll crave every moment.
"You're shaking," he murmured. "Excited… or afraid?"
I didn't answer.
A second later, the sting of his command made my breath catch.
"Answer."
"Both."One punishment. One rule. One night that changes everything.
Bellmere University was supposed to be my fresh start—until him.
Sebastian Wolfe. Billionaire. Dean. My father's best friend… and the man who now holds my future in his hands.
When I cross him, his response is merciless.
When I plead, his touch is even more dangerous.
And when the whispers begin—Did you hear about the Dean and his favorite student?—there's only one choice left.
Obey him in secret… or lose everything.
But Sebastian Wolfe doesn't just demand submission.
He wants my heart.
And the most terrifying part?
I might just give it to him.
This isn't your usual dark romance. It's a story of obsession, control, and a love that burns too deep to escape.

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

"You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need.

I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding.

Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.”

"I am your dirty little slut."

I gasped...

A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable.

She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night.

One mistake. One touch. And everything changed.

Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop.

She knows this can’t last. He knows it too.

But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives.

This story is rated 18+...

"What am I doing? What were you doing letting another man feel you up?"
"I don't belong to you. I can let whoever I want to feel me up. Take a hint Declan."
I ran a hand over her arms and watched as goosebumps rose on her skin. I could smell her arousal, and knew every alpha could too. I was overwhelmed with the urge to carry her away and lock her up for my eyes only. I settled for pulling her into me and burying my face into her hair. Her scent drove me crazy. She smelled so sweet, so safe, like home.
"Does his touch make you feel like this? Does his scent make your pussy purr, Maeve?"
She gasped, and I watched, satisfied, as a blush crawled onto her face. Without a word, she had given me my answer. She could deny the way we reacted to each other with her words, but the body didn't lie. She wanted me.

One night. One mistake. One bond that will never break.
It was supposed to be nothing more than a freshman party with loud music, bad drinks, and no consequences. But when I locked eyes with him, I knew I was walking straight into trouble. I did it anyway.
He's been searching for me, watching me, and obsessing over me. The possessive alpha he keeps buried slips closer to the surface every time I push back and remind him I don't belong to anyone.
But bonds don't care about pride. And the darker his desire gets, the harder it becomes to tell whether I'm running from him… or provoking him on purpose.
Because the truth is, I never forgot that night either. And some knots were never meant to be broken.

When Abby Anderson rebels against her father’s plan to remarry, she escapes into the night and surrenders to a passionate one-night stand with a stranger. But her world shatters when she learns the man she can’t forget is Kevin Stone—her soon-to-be stepbrother.

Forced to live under the same roof, Abby and Kevin fight a losing battle against their desire, stealing kisses and moments that could destroy both families. When Abby’s best friend falls for Kevin and the truth threatens to unravel, they’re caught between duty and forbidden love, tethered to each other by a passion too strong to deny.

You saved an almost dying, fucking handsome man.
He offers you a card and a job, but you reject it—you did it out of humanity.
You get home and see that your sister is missing.
Then you get a call that changes everything forever.

Tempt Me, Master

Lou never expected one man to awaken the darkest desires hidden inside her. Cold, commanding, and dangerously seductive, Dante pulls her into a world of temptation where pleasure comes with rules—and surrender has a price.

From forbidden fantasies to steamy encounters, every moment with him pushes Lou closer to losing control completely. But behind the passion and power games lies a secret that could destroy them both.

A sizzling collection of romance, obsession, and irresistible temptation.

Bryson POV
Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes.
He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met.
He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood.
But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way.
Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe.
I hate him.
I want him.
And I'm pretty sure he knows it.
Julian's POV
I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt.
Bryson Miller.
Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed.
I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good.
Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about.
I thought that was complicated enough.
Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

"Uhhm...., I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I would just leave right away." He said, turning around to leave.
Tiffy laughed slightly " it's no issue, I'm sure you didn't mean to. Besides there's nothing wrong seeing your niece half dressed or even naked, it's more fun don't you think ?" She said, casually as if it was normal stuff.
"Oh yeah, it's no big deal, but still I'm a man, a perverted and grown one at that. And I love beautiful ones just like you." He turned to meet with her gaze, when those words left his mouth.
" You ....., What did you say ?" She stuttered, as she narrowed her eyes towards him.
"Lol, you are my niece and such a thing can't happen. I was kidding you know" He said, while grinning loudly.
"A big uncle doesn't wanna be an uncle anymore, what could be the possible reasons this old uncle doesn't want to be an uncle. " She said, faking a reluctant face, while trying so hard to hold in her laughter.
"Who's an old uncle, who are you calling old ?"
Brent glared at her, speedily lounging angrily towards her. Tiffany, who noticed his Swift movements, was about to take to her heels, when she slipped and fell on the bed.
Brent fell with her, as he was grabbed tightly by her hands, making him fall on top of her. Tiffy stared at his face, her ears sharply turning red, her body felt hot under him.


WARNING
MATURED CONTENT ‼️ The heart craves for whatever it wants, Good or bad— Tiffany had a long time secret Crush on her uncle, who looked more manly and handsome than all the guys she met. She vows to make him her man, hook or crook. Opportunity presents itself, as her parents suddenly had an urgent business outside the country, and had to travel, leaving her in her uncle's house, for a month. Things get intense, as her uncle turns out to enjoy her advances towards him, but can't let things go further, because of their relationship. Will Tiffany be able to finally conquer him or will their relationship be a barrier??

[Warning: This story contains sexual content, power imbalance, obsessive behavior, and psychological manipulation. It may also include themes of non-consent, emotional abuse, and mature romantic situations. Reader discretion is strongly advised.]

"Do you really think you can defy me and get away unscathed?”
When Elena fails her promotion test at Moonbridge Academy, she turns to Professor Charles for a second chance. But he doesn’t give mercy, he makes her beg on her knees, this is no ordinary teacher. One night changes everything, and Charles becomes dangerously obsessed, showing Elena just how far he will go to have her… even if it means destroying anyone or anything in his way.

I sold my soul for survival.
One year to belong to the Devil himself — Andrea Luigi. The man who owned the underworld.

He said he wanted a wife for a year.
He didn’t say I’d become his obsession.

But when his brother Marco — the man who once saved me, the man I thought I loved returns, I realize I’m not caught between good and evil.

I’m trapped between two devils…
And one deadly secret that could destroy them all.

Because the night my father died, someone else pulled the trigger — and both brothers are hiding the truth.

My world was crumbling. “You’re nothing but a bad omen, Ivy. Always have been, always will be,” my stepmother’s words sliced through me.

I stood frozen in my wedding gown, her words pressing down on me like a heavyweight. But today was supposed to be different, wasn’t it? My wedding day. My chance for a fresh start. So why did it feel like everything was falling apart?

Oscar. He was supposed to be my escape, my future. But as I walked down the aisle toward him, ready to start a life filled with love, everything changed.

Just as the pastor asked the question I’d dreamed of hearing, the doors slammed open. A woman in white walked down the aisle—no, not just white, but the same dress as me.

Lily.

She was carrying Oscar’s secret. The one he kept from me.

“She’s pregnant,” he said, the words cutting me like a knife.

The air went cold. My legs buckled. How could this be happening?

But then, a stranger stepped forward. Tall, confident, and looking straight at me. “If he won’t marry you, then marry me.”

What? Who was he? Why was he offering me an escape when everything I knew was falling apart?

I didn’t know what to think, but one thing was clear—my life was no longer my own. Would I say yes to this stranger? Or would I let Oscar’s betrayal destroy me?

Atarah Klyte is devastatingly beautiful not only in her appearance but also in her heart and soul. She’s a nurse.
After her EX-boyfriend married her sister, she’s been more distant, and mean toward her family. She wants to have her own family to prove and show her family that she moved on already.

Atarah Klyre is frustrated because her sister Akisha returned home with her daughter and husband that used to be Atarah’s ex. To release her frustration, She went to an elite bar to look for a man who’s willing to make her pregnant.

Atarah was drunk; she haphazardly asked a stranger to make her pregnant and she succeeded, after having intercourse with him. She left without any proper goodbye. Atarah happily returned to her work as a nurse because she thought she would have a daughter after that night. Surprisingly She found out that the exchange doctor from Paris is the same man she asked to make her pregnant, his name is Rare Cedrick.

Rare Cedrick is breathtakingly handsome, he’s cold and serious. He’s a doctor and he is the first love of Atarah’s sister. Having his own family is not in his plan, he only wants to focus on his work until he meets his EX’s sister.

One day, on my way home, I saved someone.
Later, I learned that he was the golden bachelor of this city who made all the women's hearts flutter.
He said he wanted to find me to repay his debt, and I refused.
But he was persistent, and slowly, he completely infiltrated my life.
It seems I can't live without him.
“Don't be afraid, even if your family doesn't want you, I'll be your family.”
“Can I trust him?”
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I reached below and tried to open his belt buckle with one hand. Thankfully it was easy. I continued and undid his button as well as the zip. My reward? The sight of his underpants.

And the beautiful bulge hiding underneath.

Avery allowed me to feel it from inside the fabric. It was so firm, strong and hot. Just feeling the weight of it in my hand made me want to put it in my mouth and wet it for him before he slides inside.


Poisoned, framed, and divorced, no one believed that Bianca was innocent enough to stand by her side.

But he did.

Avery, her ex-husband Conroy’s best friend, might have all the tools she needs. Not to mention he’s willing to help her out despite the bad blood between them.

Yet why does Avery feel the urge to capture Bianca’s lips in his? If he exposed his heart to her, would she stab it?

"William, you've made me suffer for three years, isn't that enough?"
He misunderstood her intentions as unrequited love, indirectly leading to the death of the woman he cherished.
Therefore, he used marriage as a cage, trapping and tormenting her by his side for three years.
Her child, her dreams, her life, all were sacrificed to his hatred...
It wasn't until Emily's love was completely drained that he finally realized his mistake.
Love her until the break of dawn.
With no end in sight.

“Sia, this is my son, Kai. The King of Lycans.”

The introduction hit me like a physical blow, freezing the blood in my veins. The man standing before me—tall, with unruly dark hair and stormy gray eyes—wasn’t a stranger.

He was Vape. The man I met in a shady hotel room at the black market. The man whose scent of smoke and cedar still haunted my dreams. The man who took my virginity during my heat and left a bite mark on my neck.

And now, he was my future stepson.

I clutched my stomach instinctively. Inside me, a tiny life was growing—his life.

Kai’s jaw clenched as his gaze swept over me, lingering on the spot where he had marked me. His wolf flashed dangerously in his eyes, a mix of desire and fury. Lucas, my older fiancé and Kai’s father, stood beside me, oblivious, his hand resting possessively on my waist.

“Kai, meet your future mother-in-law,” Lucas said proudly.

The air in the room vanished. Kai didn’t say a word. He just stared at me with that cold, predatory look, as if he wanted to tear me apart right there. Later that night, he cornered me in the garden, his body pressing me against the cold stone wall.

“You have bigger problems than keeping your secret,” he whispered, his voice a dangerous growl against my ear. “Because I know what you’re hiding.”


Sia, a mute and abused omega, is brutally rejected by her fated mate, Rio, and sold off to a rogue pack by her own sister. Just as she thinks her life is over, she encounters a mysterious stranger during her heat in a black market hotel—a night of passion that leaves her pregnant.
But fate isn't done with her. She is bought by Alpha Lucas, a powerful leader who takes her as his mate. Sia must navigate a dangerous web of lies: pretending to be mute, hiding her pregnancy, and dealing with the jealousy of the pack. The twist? The stranger who fathered her child is none other than Kai, the Lycan King—and Lucas's son.

After years of bloodshed and power, Alpha Marcel leaves the ruthless world of werewolves behind to build a quiet life with his beloved wife, Ella, and their innocent daughter, Evelyn. In a remote town, they find fleeting peace—until whispers turn to accusations. Locals call Marcel the devil and brand Evelyn as his cursed offspring. As fear spreads, violence brews, forcing Marcel to flee with his family to protect what matters most.
But peace is short-lived.
Just when they think they’ve outrun the hate, a shadow from Marcel’s past resurfaces—an enemy cloaked in vengeance, determined to destroy everything Marcel holds dear. With his family in the crosshairs, Marcel must embrace the beast within once more. Because this time, survival isn't just about running. It's about fighting back.
Can a former Alpha escape the past—or will it come for his blood and his daughter's soul?
Note: This is book 2 of the Series, Sold To The Notorious Mafia Alpha- His Pleasure Thing

My daughter died on her fifth birthday.
Her first real wish—the first one she was old enough to make herself—was to go to the beach with Daddy.
Gideon promised he would take her.
She waited for him all day. She was still asking for him when she took her last breath.
He never came.
I brought her ashes to the beach she'd always dreamed of. Let her finally see the ocean.
That's when I heard it—a woman's moan, low and breathy, coming from behind the rocks.
Then his voice. Then his name on her lips.
"Between me and Lily, who do you love more?"
"You. Obviously."
He was fucking his mistress on our daughter's dream beach—while I stood there holding her ashes.
When I finally confronted them, I didn't get an apology. I got a slap across the face.
And when his mistress caught my eye and smiled, I realized something.
She knew exactly when my daughter would die.

My husband had been traveling a lot lately. Intuition told me he was cheating.
I kept quiet. For his birthday, I gifted him AirPods—secretly linked to my backup Apple ID.
At 10:00 p.m., his "Find My" location wasn't heading to the airport. It had stopped at a decade-abandoned lumber yard.
I floored it, obsessed with catching them in bed.
But when I arrived, I only found a corpse.

Julian Dale’s black card is declined for the first time in his life - the same night his ruthless father cuts him off and forces him into a six-month marriage with icy Parisian heiress, Rosemary Laurent, or he loses everything.
Their private deal is simple: two months of public perfection, then four months apart before announcing their split.
But when hate turns into scorching desire and dangerous secrets surface, walking away might cost them far more than their empires - it might cost them each other.

Betrayed by her fiancé, Lyanna Raivier was sacrificed to the Black Dragon Clan. Instead of executing her, the ruthless Dragon Lord Zaden Drachen fell for her fierce spirit, married her, and protected her for three years.
Lyanna discovered she was the last descendant of the ancient Caretakers, a lineage that once balanced all magic.
She made it her goal to rebuild their grand academy and unite the world. Though the rival clans mocked her as a barren human, her heritage allowed her to give birth to a miracle child, a legendary Star-Dragon pup with the power of all four clans.
The mockery turned to obsession. Realising her bloodline created gods, the wolf kings, mermen princes, and human lords descended upon the court with desperate marriage proposals.

“They took her again?”

“…Yes, my Lord.”

“How disappointing.”

“My Lord?”

“I spared their kingdoms. I ignored their obsession. I tolerated their pathetic marriage proposals.”

“Please calm yourself-“

“Calm?”

“If Lady Lyanna is harmed-“

“If a single tear falls from her eyes, I will rip apart every kingdom until their names are forgotten.”

“My Lord, we’ve identified the kidnapper.”

“…Who?”

“It can’t be.”

“My Lord?”

“No. He should be dead.”