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Because of his grandfather's dying wish, Supreme Court Chief Justice Garrick Vance—the most powerful beast-shifter in the city—was forced to marry me, a human court clerk who had secretly loved him for years.

For six years we pretended to be strangers at work while he remained ice-cold toward me and our daughter Wren at home. When his celebrity ex-girlfriend Seraphina returned from overseas, I watched him come alive for another woman—attending her parties, rushing to her side at midnight.

Meanwhile, our five-year-old daughter waited every night for a father who never came home.

The day Wren nearly died from his careless gift, I finally signed the mate bond dissolution papers.

This time, he's lost us forever.

The loan sharks who kidnapped us wanted payment for my twin sister's gambling debts—in blood.

When my FBI negotiator father showed up with his tactical team, he found Lily with a paper cut, crying her heart out. I was dying from a gunshot wound in a basement below.

I called him with my dying breath: "Dad, please send help. I'm bleeding out."

"Are you kidding me right now, Emily? Your sister just went through hell, and you're pulling this pathetic stunt for attention? How sick are you?"

He hung up. I died alone, dismissed as a liar.

Three days later, they found my body. And the truth that came with it burned their perfect world to ash.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

"Stop—Daniel, the fk are you doing! I came here to learn to swim, not get fked!"
In the pool, because my kicks were all wrong, Daniel—my husband's cousin—told me to wrap my legs around his waist to "feel the rhythm."
Except I was wearing that scarlet bikini Vincent shoved me into—practically nothing. Even worse, Daniel's rk-hard ck in those thin trunks was jammed right up against my py.
Every time he kicked, that thing dragged right over my ct, like it was about to shove straight inside.

"You sure dispatch called this... natural causes?" I gripped the steering wheel, staring at the perfect suburban house.
"That's what they said," Gates muttered. The victim's father, Arthur, stood at the door in pressed khakis, weeping.
He swore his daughter, Grace, died in her sleep last night after eating vanilla pudding.
But the moment we stepped inside, a suffocating cocktail of cheap lavender spray and rotting meat punched me in the sinuses.
In the living room, SpongeBob SquarePants was blasting at maximum volume. Grace was slumped in a recliner. When Gates gently pinched her wrist to lift her arm, a sickeningly soft, tearing rip echoed in the room.
Her grayish skin completely degloved, fused to the leather armrest. Beneath the liquefied muscle tissue, frantic rows of tiny white maggots wriggled into the exposed bone.
A body that died "last night" doesn't breed maggots.

My mother-in-law, Dorothy, sneered that I dressed like a janitor. My husband, Adrian, called my design sketches "a waste of fabric." Even the son I carried for nine months called me an embarrassment, saying he wished his dad’s secretary, Madison, was his mother.
For eight long years, I was nothing but an unpaid maid in this house.
Until today, when the doctor told me severe exhaustion was causing my heart to fail. And my eight-year-old son just pointed at the bag of medicine in my hand, shrieking, "You just have a headache! Why are you wasting money on medicine?"
I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I went home, opened the bottom drawer of Adrian’s desk, and signed the divorce papers he had been secretly preparing.
In their wildest dreams, they could never imagine that the sole trigger condition for my late mother's $50 million trust fund was for me to leave this man.

My husband suffered a massive heart attack mid-thrust inside my best friend.

Now, the ER doctors are clutching his surgical consent forms, waiting for me—the legal wife—to sign.

Over the phone, my mother-in-law shrieked in absolute despair while my best friend sobbed in terror.

I turned a deaf ear to them, taking my time to admire my makeup in the mirror.

There was absolutely no rush. Waiting until I changed into this pitch-black mourning dress to slowly watch his countdown to death wouldn't be too late.

After all, when my parents and my son, Noah, were lying in the morgue, I survived a dead-silent night exactly like this one, shedding tears until my eyes literally bled dry.

Now, it is finally my husband's turn to go to hell and atone for my family.

My ex-boyfriend told me to divorce my "nobody" husband to become his secret mistress, completely unaware that my husband is the Supreme Mafia Godfather.
"Divorce that loser, Valeria. I'm a Capo now. I can give you the world," Gideon smirked, tossing a cheap gala pass at my feet.
I looked at the coward who abandoned me in a shootout three years ago and actually laughed. Give up my throne as the Donna of North America’s most powerful syndicate to be a street thug's dirty secret?
At the Blood Oath Gala, I'll show him that I am no longer the woman I was three years ago.

When my parents forced me to donate my organs to my sister, I didn't refuse or run away. I just quietly signed the surgical consent forms, willingly giving my kidney to Vivienne, their beloved daughter.

A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.

When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.

When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.

My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.

Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."

But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.

Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.

To marry Vincent Romano, I survived twenty-eight near-death experiences over five years.
The first: city hall's foundation collapsed — three broken ribs. The second: a truck rollover — my right leg nearly amputated. The twenty-seventh: a chandelier in the bridal shop, three days unconscious.
All of Seren City laughed at me. Romano's most cursed bride-to-be. Yet I loved him still.
Until the twenty-eighth time.
When the bomb detonated outside city hall, I threw myself over Vincent on instinct. The blast shifted my organs and shredded my back. The day my stitches came out, I felt no relief at having survived.
Because I stood outside the study and heard his voice.
"Her organs were badly damaged. She almost actually died." Antonio's horror was audible. "Vincent, you used to treat her so well—"
"People change." A pause, then quieter: "I did want to marry her once. But before Amelia, I had no idea what it meant to truly want someone. I acknowledge the debt — I just can't spend my life repaying it." Another pause. "Father won't agree, and she won't let go easily."
"So." His voice turned to ice. "The only clean way out is to make her give up on her own. As long as Cassandra refuses to break the engagement, the accidents must continue. Until she walks away."

I bought my five-year-old son a Captain America shield for his birthday.

But when I landed in New York, the hospital called.

"Your son died during the medical procedure your husband authorized."

Marcus had signed Axel up as a living donor. For his mistress's kid.

While our baby bled out on the operating table, Marcus was cutting birthday cake with his new family.

Even used Axel's favorite Superman pillow as decoration.

I stared at my child's mutilated corpse and made a promise.

You fed my baby to wolves for a whore's smile. Time to return the favor, Marcus.

After Ava lost her voice in a car crash, my brother fled the country overnight.
My parents begged me to take his place and honor the engagement.
For three years, I stayed by her side. I took care of her, helped her through rehab, and waited for the day she could finally speak again.
But at our wedding, my brother came back to stop it.
In front of everyone, my parents pressured me to step aside. "You were only filling in for Ethan in the first place. Now that he's back, it's time to give his fiancée back."
Ava stopped walking toward me and, without a second thought, ran straight into my brother's arms.
Later, she tried to smooth things over in private. She said it was only to test my brother's intentions, and promised that in the end, she would still marry me.
She thought I'd stay right where I was, like I had for the past three years, waiting for scraps.
What she didn't know was that I had already accepted the Godfather's secret appointment. That very night, I boarded a helicopter bound for the North District.
Now that the man she never got over was back, it was time for me to claim the underground empire that belonged to me.

I am just a simple florist making an honest living. Yet, somehow, the city's untouchable elites keep suffering horrific, freak accidents right after someone buys my flowers. The police know I'm involved, but they can't prove a thing. After all, how much damage can a few blooming petals really do?

During a luxury cruise, Lydia is drugged, blacks out, and wakes in the hands of Ethan, a notorious arms dealer, the most feared name in the UK, and a whispered warning across Europe.

He catches her by the ribbon in her hair and turns her escape into a dead end, yet he never takes her life.

While everyone waits for the moment she breaks, Ethan clasps a bracelet around her wrist, a mark she never manages to remove.

"They say you'll redeem me," he murmurs, voice dangerously low as he tilts her chin up. "But I only want to lock you away forever."

He thinks he's playing a game of conquest. Instead, he's the one who surrenders. Until the day he kneels, blood on his hands, a ring held out like a confession.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Call me 'honey.' Stay with me, forever."

I'd sacrificed everything—my savings, my future—to rescue a memoryless man from the twisted wreckage of his car. Day by day, we developed feelings for each other. He slipped a simple silver ring onto my finger, calling me his sole comfort, the only light in his life.
However, the light was violently extinguished the day his true wife burst into the hospital. Her bodyguards slamming me against the wall was just the beginning. As the blows rained down, I learned his real identity: Ethan Vance, the heir of the richest family in the L City.
The most damning evidence was their marriage certificate, issued two years before we had met. The ultimate betrayal came as his wife deliberately snapped my fingers and stripped me of my last shred of dignity. He saw it all with icy detachment, then turned and pulled her close. "Lana doesn’t need to be reasonable. I’m the one backing her ".

The day manager Gregg shoved me into the freight elevator shaft, the nuclear winter outside had only just begun. As he slammed the gate shut, he said, "No one will find you dead down there; the insurance payout is enough to cover the shortfall." I died in the darkness at thirty degrees below zero. Then, I woke up. I was back on the afternoon he threw the contract in my face. This time, I didn't sign. I shoved the contract into the paper shredder, snatched the brass key ring from Supervisor Miller, locked every exit of the warehouse, and re-routed the entire building's heating system into my own command bunker. As Gregg licked ice off the frozen floor on the security monitor, I was sitting in the guard room, heating up a can of pork. Outside, the first snowflake fell. And this time, the ones who would be freezing to death were them.

Three years ago, I took an undercover job: pose as a bottom-tier janitor and infiltrate a crime syndicate.

But I didn’t fit. My posture, my stride, the way I watched people—none of it looked like a janitor.

So command made the call: hypnotize me, seal my memories, erase who I was. In three months, someone would come wake me up.

They never did. My handler died, the line went dark, and I stayed buried.

I lost myself and spent three years scrubbing this place from the bottom—where anyone could kick me, spit at me, call me useless.

Until today. A stranger, drenched in blood, was dragged into the hall. He lunged close and whispered one sentence into my ear.

It was the trigger phrase.

The lock in my head snapped open. My name is Jack Reynolds—ex–Marine operative—sent here to bring down the Grey Wolf Alliance.

And everyone who spent three years stepping on my neck is about to learn what that means.

We’ve been married for five years. Then, she got pregnant with someone else's child.
In front of everyone, she said: "Ethan doesn't want this baby. You've always wanted one, right? Fine, take it and raise it."
In that moment, I finally understood: she wasn’t incapable of loving someone—she simply never saw me as a human being.
I took off my wedding ring, left it on the tray, and bought a one-way ticket to the North. My family said I wouldn't survive in the frozen North; she said that without her, I was nothing.
Three years later, she tracked me down using the GPS hidden inside that ring. She pushed open the door to my attic room, finding only a note I’d left: "Don't look for me. We're square."

My husband, Marco, in his bid for the position of Don, was forced to marry the young widow of the previous Don, Claudia.
Every night, after returning from Claudia’s place, he would hold me and swear, "You’re the only woman I love, Elena. Claudia has the connections I need. Once I have real power and secure my position, I’ll make you my wife in name and in public."
But as I waited for him to rise to power, what started as a political act turned into nights where he simply never came home.
Then, on Christmas, I was dragged to their engagement party—where I was beaten in front of everyone.
Our six-year-old daughter, Sophia, knelt on the floor, crying and begging him, "Godfather, please, let my mommy go..."
But Marco stayed silent.
"It’s okay," I whispered, picking up my wounded daughter. "Mommy’s going to take you somewhere that truly belongs to us."
What Marco never knew was this: I never cared about being the Donna of this small city.
I am the only heir of the Rossi family—the most powerful Mafia family in all of Sicily.

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling author Morgan Rice comes a new series for fantasy and middle grade readers (and adults, too)! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!In THE SCEPTER OF FIRE: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK FOUR), 12 year old Oliver Blue is dispatched on an urgent mission to save The School for Seers. He must travel back in time, to Florence, 1592, to find the only artifact that can save them all.Yet the secret is guarded by none other than Galileo himself.As Oliver searches for one of the great scientists and inventors of all time, the man who invented the telescope and who discovered planets, Oliver must wonder: is a he a seer, too? And what other secrets is he holding?His brother Chris, more powerful than ever, remains determined to kill Oliver for all time. Oliver soon realizes it is a race against time, as the fate of the school—and of the world—is at stake.An uplifting fantasy, THE SCEPTER OF FIRE is book #4 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a string of shocking surprises. It will make you fall in love with OLIVER BLUE, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #5 in the series will be available soon! “The beginnings of something remarkable are there.”--San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

Reborn seven days before the zombie siege, Shen Lie returns to the day he was tricked into a deadly dark web live stream. Betrayed by his wife and trapped as prey for global wealthy viewers, he uses his stunt skills to layout a counter-kill plan, turning every hunter into the hunted and exposing the bloody evil behind the apocalypse game.

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

I spent three years as a "useless son-in-law," humiliated in public by my wife, all to repay a debt of life-saving gratitude.
That night, she handed me a cup of poisoned wine, smiling as she told me to "disappear from this world."
But she didn't know that the wine served to terminate our contract of protection—and unchained my shackles completely.
When the fighter jets of the Northern Command cast their shadows over the entire estate, she finally knelt in the mud, crying out for "Adrian."
But this time, I will not look back.

I have everything in my life all figured out. My job in a Manhattan empire is perfect, allowing me to maintain a quiet and organized existence. After a childhood filled with painful memories, abuse, and a useless mother, this sense of security is a necessity for me. But along with it comes a problem that could disrupt everything I thought I needed.

My promotion places me in close proximity to Jacob Carrero, a young, incredibly attractive, and playboy billionaire with a notorious reputation. I now find myself stuck as his right-hand man, spending every waking moment with him. It doesn't take long for me to realize that he's exactly the type of person who could drive me crazy, and not in a good way. We're like chalk and cheese. He's impulsive, confident, laid-back, dominant, and enjoys casual sex and dating without much thought. I, on the other hand, am compulsive, reserved, and cautious.

Despite his carefree attitude, Jacob is the only one who can break through my composed exterior. He's not phased by my closed-off demeanor and cool manners. But as much as I may want to, letting him into my heart is another thing entirely. My painful past has made me wary of men, and I have no desire to let anyone get close enough to hurt me again.

However, Jacob Carrero is not someone who takes no for an answer. He wants to be more than just another person seeing my façade, who is learning how to break through my defenses.

What should I do?

"Do it! Rape me!" She screamed, from the top of her lungs, challenging the beast in him.

He laughed, genuinely, loudly.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me, right, kitten?" he asked, reaching for his belt.

"That little biting your lip thingy, you do, whenever you check me out- it's driving me crazy.

The shivers traveling over your body, when I spanked you- turned me on so bad, I had to restrain myself from pinning your body against the wall, and fucking you in the hall.

And now, your scent, it's literally inviting me. I could smell your arousal from miles away, the scent making my mouth water and beast go crazy.

And your body- holy Moon Goddess- that body of yours is divine. Without a doubt, I could praise and savour it day after day, and never get tired."

***Evangeline is a simple human girl, born and raised in shifter dominated town. One day she is captured by a group of shifters and almost get raped, but she is saved by a masked man.

Doubts about the stranger's identity and fear of shifter remain in her mind until the night of human mating games when she's captured by her savior. The man who never took off the mask, a powerful shifter-Eros.

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a complete series collection for The Unwanted Alpha Series by  K. K. Winter. This includes and . Seperate books from the series are available on the author page.

“What happened?” I ask hoarsely.
“Jane, you’ve had a shock.” The doctor said gently. “You fainted.”
A sense of foreboding slices straight through me.
The physician is smiling now. “You fainted because you’re pregnant.”
WHAT!! I just have been divorced for like one month!?


My husband never gives me pleasure. He hasn’t for years now. He seeks nothing but to claim me as roughly and thoroughly as he possibly can - and remind me of my proper place.
This is what I have to look forward to: a lifetime of pain… unless I finally do what I’ve been planning over the last few months, and ask Ethan for a divorce.I didn’t even know it was possible for an omega to leave an Alpha until recently. Legally, we have almost no rights, but I could request a divorce. Now it is the time.


Ethan and Jane were childhood sweethearts. However, he is alpha and she is omega. It was almost impossible for them to be fated mate. Ethan did not give up but chose Jane to be his wife and luna. But Fate sure knows how to run with a bit. This young couple messes up their first marriage by lack of trust. Divorce is easy. But what about finding out you were pregnant
after divorce?What if you had quadruplets?

His eyes are open, they are black. His wolf is out with him, there is lust in them. He looks straight at me.

He grabs me by the waist and slams his lips down hard on my mouth.

His tongue slips into my mouth without any trouble and is fucking my mouth with his tongue. He turns us, so we are heading towards something, he still slides his tongue in my mouth.

Fuck this feels so good.

I have wanted him since he came back home.

I am slammed against a tree, hard, he lifts me up by the waist. I wrap my legs around him. I am not wearing any underwear under this dress, I wanted to get fucked by him tonight and I am. He leaves my mouth and starts kissing down my neck, I can feel one hand going to my pussy, and he sticks his finger in. I am wet, he growls into me. He goes for his zipper, he pulls down his pants and boxers so they are on his thighs, and he keeps sucking and kissing my neck. I can feel his hard cock under me, he is really big and hard. He pulls back and lines his cock up with my soaking wet pussy. He rams himself hard.

Panther shifter Izzy has the power so rare that it magnifies with every emotion she has. However, she has been through so much in the last 10 years. She was abandoned by her werewolf father and had to deal with her mother’s death. Her auntie Kat then took her in and they had to move around a lot over the years after a tragic time. Now Kat wants Izzy to stay with her in the town that she left ten years ago. When she arrives, everything comes to light. Secrets and everything from the past comes at her all at once and she has to deal with her fated mate, the Alpha Blake.

“I'll give you one billion dollars, sign the papers and get out!" I left my home in disgrace, unaware that I was already pregnant. Six years later, I gave birth to quintuplets and became the most famous fitness trainer in town. Returning to my pack for work, I unexpectedly ran into my ex. He looked at the smaller versions of himself by my side, and shouted in anger, "How many of my kids did you steal?!”

Everyone knows that the most powerful alpha in the werewolf world is Harrison. There are many legends about him. One of the most mysterious things is that he never announced his Luna. For six years, he hadn't talked about his mate, and no woman could get near him.
……
Six years later, Kayla. returned to the city where she lived. In one encounter, Harrison, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, pressed her against the wall and said, “Do you think your tears still work for me?”
Kayla looked down and did not speak. Suddenly a crisp child's voice sounded. “Mommy, what are you doing here?”
Looking at the little girl, his pupils constricted.
“Is this your daughter?” He asked.
……
“So you broke up with the father? He got you and dumped you and your daughter?”
Harrison threw his cigar into the ashtray, the corners of his mouth twitching with anger.
“Tell me who the father is and I'll make him pay.”
Kayla looked at the man she had missed for six years. She didn't know how to tell her that he was the father.

“Stop.” She breathed against his lips. “Fondling me wasn’t a part of the ‘one kiss’ offer.” She grinned, leaning forward to press a fleeting kiss on his parted lips. A bold move even for her but the look in his eyes made it worth the shift in her priority.

The words to respond were sparse. He’d never had someone melt into his arms so willingly. Nor had a woman ever asked him to stop once the act was under way. He untangled himself from her and watched as she smoothed her hair and skirts, “Am I decent?” she had the gall to ask him.

“A misfortune to mine eyes.” He commented as a silence fell over them.

“It was a pleasure meeting your acquaintance.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously.

“A pity it must be cut short.” He teased, waiting for her to either sink into him or leave so that he may relieve himself.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Mendora had finally caught her breath, recalling Ginger would be on the lookout for her by now so that even if she wanted to stay, it was impossible, “I have been away for too long.”


Mendora Agnus Garrick, a young debutante prone to appallingly unusual notions had found herself doing that which she had sworn off...falling in love and with notorious rake Solaire Gidean Demaris, a man unlikely to consider the prospect of marriage or love.


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“I will not listen to any more of your insolent behaviour boy. You brought this on yourself. You marked this young woman and now you must take her as yours.”

In that instant Ziza felt her heart shrivel, die and plummet deep into the bottom of her acidic stomach. Take her as his? Her hand in marriage? Surely the king wouldn’t be so cruel that he would give her hand in marriage to his beast of a son.

She just lost her job, lost her boyfriend, and was tortured by her half-siblings and their mother. And this was what she got—marrying a ruthless, cold prince who’d slapped her and insulted her?!

Would she have even a glimmer of hope in this arranged marriage?

My lips parted, ready to inquire as to what he was up to, but his nose pressed against the crease of my neck, and I heard him take a long breath. I trembled, perplexed by his actions until it dawned on me.

There was the minty citrus aroma from his orange tic tacs, as well as the masculine musky scent that all dominating males have, with a tinge of woodsmoke and leather underneath. It all screamed powerful man, which was one of my flaws as a little gay Omega.

I whimpered, my body reacting to his aroma and proximity. I was perplexed and a little disturbed that my brother's best buddy was making me feel this way. My instincts had me baring my throat to the larger man, who approved with a faint growl.

"Tomy?" I murmured, still unclear of what was going on. Not that I had any idea what was going on. I simply know he smells great, and I'm getting a little horny right now.

As he examined me, his brows wrinkled, his gaze lingering on my Batman pajama pants. I squeaked as I saw them colored a little and covered myself with my hands.

As Tomy's dark brown eyes met mine, my face heated. As he leaned back in, a slow grin pulled up one side of his mouth, and I trembled once more.

My breath was seized as his lips brushed towards my ear.

"You fucking smell so wonderful, Louis." At the sound of his rough voice, I let out a stifled whimper.

From Friends, Louis who had a crush on his childhood friend Jason, ended up to be his brother's Thompson Mate who is Louis's elder brother best friend...such a Love triangle

BxB

Victoria was the ace assassin of the world's largest killer organization, the Shadow. She had endured brutal training since childhood and became the world's top assassin at the age of 17.
In a shocking turn of events, the Shadow captured her in an attempt to clone numerous elite assassins just like her, in order to expand their influence.
However, Victoria managed to escape and ruthlessly eliminated everyone in her path. Little did she know, the laboratory unexpectedly exploded.
Instead of perishing, Victoria's soul was reborn into the body of a fat and disliked female student named Valentina...

She was Claire Summer, fearsome and ruthless, the organization's deadliest sword.

Whether dead or alive, the mere mention of her name sent chills down one's spine.

Until she was framed by someone she trusted, labeled a traitor, and ultimately executed by electric chair.

In this life, she awakens to find herself in the body of Ariana Stevens, an ordinary girl who has suffered bullying, looking exactly like her except for a strange, centipede-like scar on her face.

Claire Summer begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that destroyed her world.

However, she encounters Jasper Hart, the cold and mysterious heir of the Hart family. His gaze makes her uneasy and blush.

Yet, when the call of revenge sounds, she must make a choice.

I lived as the Smiths’ daughter for seventeen years, only to find out one day that I was never really one of them—a fake heiress from the start. I didn’t hesitate. I cut all ties with the Smith family and returned to the struggling Johnsons. I didn’t even bother to pack—just took my phone and left.
People said I was in for a rough time. After all, I’d never gotten along with the Smith brothers, and now that I’d lost everything, they thought things could only get worse.
But what they didn’t know was this: the world-famous designer is my friend, the legendary doctor is my mentor, and the CEO of a major company is my childhood friend.
As for me, I’m a hit composer, a mysterious sculptor, and a young entrepreneur.
My classmates say I’m neither Ms. Smith nor Ms. Johnson—I belong to myself.
But my childhood friend just laughs and says, “She belongs to me, too.”

My BDSM master is my dad's friend?
"My perfect little sub," he murmured huskily against my lips, his voice thick with desire as he continued to explore the depths of my mouth with his tongue. He reached over to turn off the running water. In a smooth motion, he effortlessly lifted me and settled me onto the slightly elevated sink.
"Raise your shirt." his voice was a low command. I complied without hesitation, lifting the fabric slowly until it gathered just below my belly button.
My pussy was in full view now and he stared at it, appearing completely enamored by my body.
"Now, hug your legs," he directed firmly.
I took in a deep breath and followed his instruction, pulling my legs in and forming them into a shape M that exposed my most intimate self to him.


Celia Bennett has always obeyed.
Sheltered by a powerful father, trained to serve—not live—she’s never questioned her place. Until Pierre Bronsnic arrives.
Suave. Dominant. Dangerous.
Her father’s old friend... and a man who thrives on control.
Pierre sees the truth behind her polished mask. With a single touch, he draws Celia into a world of silk ropes, whispered commands, and the intoxicating pull of surrender. Under his guidance, she begins to unravel—awakening to pleasure, power, and the thrill of being owned.
🔥 Dominance. Desire. Defiance.
Her 22nd birthday will be her breaking point—or her rebirth.

For three years, she was his devoted wife in the shadows and his flawless secretary in the light. She gave him everything—until she miscarried their child alone and discovered their marriage was a legal lie. Now, his scheming mistress has returned, taking her job, her reputation, and his cold-hearted loyalty.

Publicly humiliated, betrayed, and left with nothing, she realizes love was her greatest weakness. But a shattered woman can become the most dangerous warrior. With nothing left to lose, she begins her final, calculated move. As she walks away forever, she holds the power to burn his perfect world to the ground.

Will her silence be her revenge, or will his belated regret become his final punishment?

For all 29 years of his life, the chubby omega named “Homlom”
never imagined even for a split second that he would one day become a parent like everyone else.
But then one day, he met a sweet little boy with round cheeks and bright eyes.
“Homnoi,” a scruffy 4-year-old child, came into his life and stirred his heart.

The pitiful circumstances of little Homnoi’s life
moved Homlom to take this unfortunate child under his wing.
He offered him love, warmth, and tender care as if he were his biological mother.

But fate seemed to have other plans for this mother-son duo,
when Homnoi’s biological father, “Xu Tian Chen,” suddenly wanted his son back…

“Gone for four or five years, and now you suddenly want to take him back?”
“You think I’d just let you? Not a chance!”

The devoted adoptive mother, Homlom, once again stepped into the role of protector.
He proposed to accompany them to China
to closely monitor the parenting of the biological father.

Just three months, that’s all he asked…
If Xu Tian Chen proved he could care for Homnoi properly,
this stand-in mother would let go of that tiny hand willingly.

Betrayed by her husband and abandoned by her pack, Eliza Carter vows to rise from the ashes of her shattered life. Once a cherished Alpha’s daughter, she’s now determined to reclaim her pride and make those who wronged her regret it.
But fate has other plans. When Eliza severs her bond with the man who broke her, a magnetic Lycan prince steps forward—her fated mate. Bound by destiny yet scarred by betrayal, can Eliza embrace a future of strength, love, and vengeance?

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

Emma, abused by her Alpha father, then sold to another pack. Finds herself rescued by a kind and gentle Alpha and Luna who take her as their own. But their is something different about Emma and her wolf.
TRIGGER: child abuse is mentioned in the first part of the book. what was done, not it being done. this is important to understand Emma and Dawn her wolf.

"Emily Johnson, don't even think about escaping!" Alex growled, gripping her chin.

Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson, her voice stubborn. "Aren't you just unwilling to let go?"

Alex sneered, "How long has it been since the divorce, and you've already forgotten the rules? Your body remembers me well enough. Now, take it."

His massive, vein-ridged member, terrifying in size and radiating heat, slapped against Emily’s face.

Alex let out a cold laugh. "Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."

——

During their three-year contract marriage, Emily thought she couldn't warm Alex’s heart because he was naturally cold. It wasn't until she saw him accompanying Grace to a prenatal checkup—treating her with such tenderness that he couldn't bear to see her suffer even a slight grievance—that Emily finally understood. He wasn't incapable of love; he just didn't love her.

Emily calmly signed the divorce papers and took her own pregnancy report with her when she left.

But after Emily vanished completely, Alex went insane, scouring the entire city for her.

When they finally met again, Alex’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "Emily, I was wrong... please, come back to me."

"Look at her, the crazy daughter of a traitor."

"I hope she dies and-"

"And then we wouldn't have to see her face around here anymore."

"Why is she even here?"

I held the books closer to my chest. My steps faltered as I looked up and saw many other students whispering and pointing at me.


Hannah Baker is the pack’s outcast. She’s weak, her wolf can’t shift, and her father is accused of being a traitor to the Alpha. Her world is shattered when her mate turns out to be the Alpha’s son, Asher, who loathes her even more than anyone else. Forced to be nothing but his maid, Hannah prays to the moon goddess for help, or she will take her own life.

The moon goddess sends help in the form of breathtaking triplets who become her second-chance mates. With danger lurking everywhere and secrets unfolding, Hannah must break out of her weak shell and fight. But what can one small Omega do?

Oh, but she can do so much, especially when she is the white wolf!

Power is everything, and in my world, I am the law. As the leader of the Zetas Clan, there is nothing I can’t have… until a paramedic dares to challenge my rules. She should have begged for her life when they brought her to my house. Instead, she looked at me with a mix of contempt and defiance, as if I weren’t the most dangerous man in Phoenix. As if I couldn’t destroy her with the snap of my fingers. Brave, beautiful, and with a damn attitude that irritates me as much as it attracts me. I should get rid of her. But instead, I’ve decided to keep her. She doesn’t know it yet… but from the moment she pointed that gun at me, she became mine. Content Warning This story is intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains dark themes, violence, explicit content, and morally complex characters. Reader discretion is advised

When you give up your dream job for an abandoned baby at your doorstep,
Five years later, a mysterious billionaire sends you to the police station?!
Him: How dare you steal my daughter?!
Turns out, his daughter and your adopted girl are twins?
And now, you're forced to move into his mansion...

Quiet, hardworking Lily Carter is too busy with school and her café job to think about love—until she crosses paths with Ethan Blake, the school’s feared bad boy.
Beneath Ethan’s rebellious exterior lies a painful past and fear of trust. Drawn to Lily (the only girl who doesn’t chase him), they form a fragile bond as he lets her see his vulnerable side.
But Ethan’s past and outside pressure lead to a devastating betrayal, breaking Lily’s heart. She walks away to rebuild her life, while Ethan, consumed with regret, must prove he’s changed to win her back....