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That was supposed to be one of the most anticipated days of my life—the wedding of my best friend, Sarah.
But when I put on my bridesmaid dress, she called me a bitch.
"Get out." Sarah looked at me like I was trash.
"I don't want to see you at my wedding."
I stood frozen in place, staring down at the broken Cartier bracelet she had given me, now lying scattered on the floor.

I was a scholarship student with thirty extra pounds. Del Ashford had two hundred thousand followers and her family's supplement brand on every wall of the athletic center. First week of school, she decided we were going to be best friends.
She said she wanted to help me get in shape. What that actually looked like: I carried her product shipments up three flights of stairs, drafted her emails, and picked up her lunch from the place across campus that didn't deliver.
My roommates started calling me her errand girl behind my back. I let them.
She also introduced me to Beckett Hale. After that, things went the way they went.
She knocked my protein shake over and said I'd burned her. She planted her limited-edition earphones in my bag and told everyone I'd stolen them. The school opened a conduct review. My roommates stopped talking to me.

Beckett said I was the kind of girl who got a little attention and started thinking she deserved more of it.
I couldn't prove any of it. By spring, I was gone.
Some people just aren't built for this, Wren. You know that, right?
Del hadn't even been looking at me when she said it.
Then I opened my eyes and I was back at the party. The night she introduced me to Beckett.

After the apocalypse began, my husband's female assistant stole my viral experiment data for the ninth time. I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her publicly.
My husband said I was just jealous of her, punished me by making me apologize to her in front of everyone, and demoted me.
Later, he sweet-talked me, promising compensation.
The next day, his true love showed up at the lab wearing his family heirloom necklace.
"François felt so bad about me being falsely accused yesterday that he gave me his family necklace."
"I heard this necklace is supposed to go to his wife. Oh, Andrea, you're not mad, are you?"
I just smiled. "Not mad at all. Trash belongs with trash—you two are perfect for each other."
François immediately snapped, "It's just a necklace. No need to be so nasty about it."
"Apologize to Caro right now, or I'll kick you out of the lab and divorce you!"
Watching François defend Caro, I didn't get angry at all.
Once I'm gone, his zombie virus research won't get anywhere.

My name is Daisy Webster. Eight years ago, I witnessed my sister being pushed down the stairs, and the murderer was the man I once loved Eric Lawsky.

“Daisy Webster, either you sign this agreement and care for Peter Lawsky without any compensation for eight years, or he will be sent to an orphanage.”

I trembled as I signed my name on the agreement, not knowing that this was a cruel trap.

I became the free nanny for the Lawsky family, and the “nephew” I cared for with all my heart was not even my sister’s child.

Today, the eight-year agreement expires.

As I left the Lawsky family mansion with my luggage and got into the discreet Rolls-Royce, no one knew that the “Nyx,” the name that made countless financial tycoons tremble, was me.

The revenge has just begun.

After being forced to inherit two family lines, Alpha Lucas gave me his love but dedicated his person to Bianca, the Luna of his late brother Ross.
He claimed the eldest sister-in-law must not bear the stigma of "killing her husband," so he pretended the deceased Ross still "accompanied" Bianca.
Thereafter, fearing to upset Bianca, he only slept with me three times a month.
I was his true Luna, yet I became the "despicable she-wolf" in everyone’s eyes for "stealing" Bianca’s man.
My own son, Noah, disgustedly declared I was unworthy to be his mother, then smiled and rushed into Bianca’s arms as she clung to Lucas.
I died of sheer rage.
When I woke, I’d returned to the year Lucas first "gifted" Noah to Bianca.
This time, I severed our bond decisively and formed a pact with Charles, the most eminent Alpha in the Northern Territory.

I was only two months pregnant when Alpha Neil ordered me to donate blood to his childhood sweetheart, the Omega Fawn.
“Kay, just a small extraction. Our pup… isn’t as fragile as you think.”

But the truth was, before my little wolf pup could even bask in the moonlight once, it had already faded into a silent sigh.

“Can’t you let her be? Fawn is as innocent as a pup—she needs protection. Besides…” His palm rubbed gently, “we’ll soon have our own pup. Once I’ve taken care of Fawn, I’ll give you the grandest pack ceremony—under the full moon, I’ll declare to everyone that you are my one Luna. Don’t sulk, okay?”

“Oh? So the mighty Alpha still remembers I was carrying your pup?”

What he didn’t know was that our little one was already gone.

When Alpha Neil saw the “Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement” bearing his own signature, he was stunned—unaware that he had signed it carelessly while tending to Fawn.

I placed the removed ring, the signed dissolution agreement, and the cold certificate

Alpha Leo’s voice was ice. “If you don’t save Samuel today, I’ll make sure Nina is buried with him.”
His ruthless words crashed over me like freezing water. But… if I save him, you’ll die… The rest of my plea never left my lips.
His lover, Sandra, collapsed in tears when Samuel died because of me, and Leo looked at me as if he wanted to tear me apart.
In the end, I chose not to save Samuel. He never knew Samuel was her secret lover. When she died, Leo nailed my little girl alive inside a coffin and offered her to the dark river as a sacrifice.
But fate gave me another chance. This time, I will never be chained by love again. My only obsession is to protect my daughter—and myself.

For seven years, I was the Luna who stood by my Alpha. Until the night I discovered he had bonded with another.
On a full moon, I slipped into the Silver Moon Pack’s camp, hoping to surprise my beloved Ethan. Instead, I stumbled upon his bonding ceremony with Beta Olivia.
Hidden in the shadows, I heard his voice: “If I don’t marry her, she’ll be forced to the old Alpha. I want to protect her. As for my fated mate—she’s been with me seven years. She won’t ever leave.”
So that’s all I was to him. Not love—just a habit.
After that, he missed promise after promise. Even the dagger he once swore on for me was carved with Olivia’s name.
That night I let go. I agreed to become the Frost Moon Pack’s Luna, to bond with Lucas.
When the ceremony began, Ethan stormed in, bloodied and desperate, begging me not to leave him. But I only said, “Your love never reached me. I am already Lucas’s Luna.”

The day I died, my sister wore the wedding dress I had always dreamed of, and married my boyfriend.
My family felt no sorrow over my disappearance.
My brother suspected I deliberately avoided blessing my sister.
My silent father believed I was malicious, unwilling to see my sister surpass me.
My mother called me ungrateful and demanded I apologize to my sister.
They didn't care if I was alive.
They were only worried that my absence would sadden my sister by denying her my blessing.

“Do I really deserve this?”
Dr. Xavier Brown asked the void after the woman he loved smiled and shoved him off a rooftop.

He died a brilliant, betrayed genius… only to wake up as the worthless secondary character in a trashy web novel.

The pathetic live-in son-in-law.
The disposable husband.
The man scripted to be humiliated, divorced, and killed so the protagonists could shine.

Died once.
Refused to die again.

Armed with every humiliating page of his own doom, Xavier signs the divorce papers with a smirk, takes the money, and kicks the first death flag into the dirt.

But the story doesn’t let go so easily.

When he saves the mother of Isabella Voss, the novel’s ice-cold villainess, using medicine this world has never seen, she doesn’t destroy him.
She builds him a kingdom: a hospital with top-notch facilities, an empire of shadows, and a love that feels dangerously real.

Then the truth rips the script apart.

He isn’t Alexander Rodriguez.
He is Alexander Winchester, erased heir to a hidden mafia family, legendary assassin king, memory wiped and chained as a live-in dog by the very people who now call themselves heroes.

Six deadly sisters descend to reclaim him.
A ruthless CEO. A ghost hacker, an assassin trainer, a pharmaceutical prodigy, a public opinion goddess, and the youngest who sees what’s coming before it breathes.

With a system that evolves from cold machine to snarky partner in crime, Xavier walks two paths at once:

The Healer who rewrites life, and the Ruler who burns false fates to ash.

But Karma never dies, Damien and Sophie met with their consequences

Every betrayal returns.
Every death flag screams.

“Do I really deserve this?”

Xavier smiles, scalpel in one hand, shadow in the other.

This time the answer is yes.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

I died, but my body lay unclaimed in the police station.
The police officer investigating my death was my biological father.
Just on the day I was recognized as his daughter, my fake sister fell to her death off a cliff.
They blamed everything on me.
Even when the kidnapper called,
they thought it was just a ploy of mine to get their attention.
They wished I had died in place of their daughter.
Now, I really am dead,
and their beloved daughter has returned, pregnant.

In my past life, I died in a freezing, damp basement.
The person who destroyed me was Evelina, the daughter of my father’s mistress. She set a trap at a charity gala, dragged my reputation through the mud, and forced me into a hellish marriage—all so she could strip away everything that rightfully belonged to me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two. The gala that sealed my fate was happening tonight.
Before the banquet officially began, I seamlessly swapped two champagne flutes, handing her meticulously woven trap right back to her. When the scandal detonated, sending shockwaves through the ballroom, my eyes landed on Killian—the Vance family's notoriously cold-blooded illegitimate son.
The trust fund my mother left me was still firmly under my control. I walked straight up to him and laid my chips on the table.
My enemies had retreated to the shadows, waiting to strike back. But I was going to use their own conspiracies as stepping stones, clawing back everything I owned, one piece at a time.

She was once a top-tier assassin—until she was betrayed by her own people and left to die.

But when she opens her eyes again, she’s no longer who she used to be. She’s become an ordinary high school girl—plain, overlooked, and the butt of everyone’s jokes.

Overweight. Bottom of the class. Abused by her stepmother. Framed by her younger brother. Mocked by teachers and students alike. Maybe the original owner of this body could endure it all—but she couldn’t.

They call her ugly? She’ll shed the weight, sculpt her body, and stun everyone into silence.
They call her stupid? Elite university presidents will fight to recruit her.
Top hackers will beg to learn her secrets.
Global financial tycoons will compete for her partnership.

This time, all she wants… is a quiet, ordinary life.

Yet as her true identity is revealed piece by piece, she rises—effortlessly—back to the very top of the world.

Our clan worships the Spider Goddess.
To keep this face, every girl in our bloodline must sacrifice a truly evil man every ten years.
Just two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my mom asked me again over the phone:
"Sweetie, is it really that hard to find a sufficiently bad guy in a place like Ashfield?"
Right now, I’m looking at my boyfriend, who just handcuffed me to a bed. He’s laughing, negotiating a price with a buyer, thinking I’m tonight’s merchandise.
I think to myself—
Mom, I can answer your question now. This guy’s wickedness easily rivals your husband's—my father.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

I thought I was dead for sure. Hell, my blood has already run cold.
I snapped my eyes open only to realize the gunshot wasn't meant for me. But now, I'm being used as a human shield.
The first thing I saw was a man in all black holding a gun to my face.
He stands gallantly menacing, less than five yards from me. And despite the low light, I can see his shirt is only buttoned halfway as a jacket drapes loosely over his broad shoulders.
He is like Hades in a shirt.
"Answer me, motherfucker! Or I swear I'll kill her!" Blondie yelled, jabbing his gun at me and pulling me closer to shield himself.
"Who the fuck are you!"
The stranger returned his attention to my captor;
"You seem to have misunderstood this situation," He said with such calm and vindication, you'd think my life didn't matter.
He continued;
"I'm not the hero that saves the damsel in distress..." He paused,
"...I'm the Grim Reaper."

< Gunshot...! ><<
I froze in my spot, but I didn't feel dead.
"You're safe now." He said, walking up to me. He brushed hair from my wet cheeks as he pulled me closer.
And I just fell on him.
Without hesitating, I rise to my toes and capture his lips in mine.





***

Sapphire Sanchez is just a girl looking for momentary happiness when she makes a rather impulsive move.
Life hasn't exactly been fair to her, and her mother's condition isn't making it easier for her. Then everything turns upside down when a stranger saves her from three hoodlums.
Or maybe the right side up?
Either way, she just met Dimitri Griot, the terror of Silicone City, the Grim Reaper himself.
He has built his empire with the same ruthless vindication he delivers his judgment. And fussy romance wasn't on his agenda when a lowlife cunt got his heart beating in the wrong manner.
He wants her just as much as he hates the weakness.
She wants him even though he incites terror in her.
The condition of romance is clear, and the rules for power are final. It's one of nothing: Power, Vengeance, or Love
Neither of them can have it all. But the question is, which will either of them choose?

"And what game are you to play?"

The masked Cannibal stepped forward. We were ten girls - all stark naked, different shapes and different skin colours. He walked before us, stopping to watch each of our faces and the sizes of our breasts.

Finally, he selected a girl with breasts the size of watermelons.

She squirmed under his grip.

"Go down on your knees!" He yelled at her.

Her eyes bulged, and she was hit across the face.

"If you're slow, you'll die faster like ants!" The man yelled.

The redhaired girl beside me was already sobbing softly. I glanced around. Most of us brought in here must have been forced here against our will, sold maybe by a loved one or worst kidnapped while being lost.

Some were humans like me, and others - werewolves, a threat to the Cannibals. And if you were identified as one, a brace heavy and thick was shackled and wounded around your neck.

I was only human. Luckily, I still had my pendant necklace around my neck given to me by my uncle.

"On your knees!" He forced her to her knees.

She did so quickly, her air intake was in shaky breaths.

The masked man peeled up his skirt and yanked out his monstrous dick.

It was long, stiff and dark. It was probably unwashed for days, and around it was hairs like grass.

I winced my face. No way was I taking that in my mouth.

Luckily, I wasn't the girl kneeling in front of the Cannibal.

"Now suck," he told her.

She took his cock and buried it inside of her mouth.

Was this the game we were playing, sucking dicks?



This story contains different erotic stories. It cuts across domineering male leads, submissive and defiant characters.

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE BOOK WITH MATURE AND TRIGGERING CONTENT INCLUDING VIOLENCE, NON-CONSENSUAL ELEMENTS, TORTURE, EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA. 18+ ONLY!
One night, two women wake up in bodies that aren't theirs.
Elara has suffered two brutal years chained in the Draconian Lord's secret dungeon where she was tortured, violated, and left alive only to break. Fueled by rage over her father's murder, she wakes up to suddenly finds herself in soft silk sheets, in the lush, untouched body of spoiled heiress Anya Vale who is married to Helson, the Lord's dangerous son-in-law.
Now armed with luxury, secrets, and a body untouched by pain, Elara unleashes years of denied desire. She dominates Helson with slow, commanding touches, grinding passion, and raw, addictive pleasure that leaves him begging for more—while she steals codes, drains accounts, and plots to burn his empire from the inside.
But in the dark dungeon below, innocent Anya awakens in Elara's scarred, broken body—facing chains, cruelty, and the same horrifying violations that nearly destroyed a soul.
Swapped by a mysterious force, one woman savors forbidden ecstasy while weaving deadly revenge, the other fights to survive pure hell.
Will vengeance consume them both? Or will twisted desire and hidden strength change everything?
(THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY DARK THEMES, BODY SWAP, REVENGE, AND STEAMY SCENES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!)

Two thousand years of waiting. Two thousand years of yearning to hold her. He always fails in the end. She dies tragically over and over again every 20 years. Each lifetime, he searches for her. Each lifetime, he tries to save her. Each time in her lifetime, his soul dies, although his body remains immortal. Two thousand twenty years later, she's alive, protected and well, and he's chasing her.

The tiny hamlet of Crescent Falls is thick with mystery, shrouding its inhabitants in a cloud of longing and secrets. In this enigmatic setting, two souls are entangled in a web of passion, power, and evil. The thrilling alpha romance "Shadows of Obsession" explores their amazing journey.
The story's protagonist is Savannah Calder, a strong-willed, independent woman with a murky past. Her life is unexpectedly changed by Zachary Westwood, the mysterious and powerful alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. An evident magnetic attraction keeps them together, and their relationship is intense and dangerous.
As their romance develops, Savannah learns about the werewolf's secret society, where dominance and submission are entrenched in their savage nature. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, she navigates the complex pack politics where loyalty and betrayal go hand in hand.
There are certain challenges with such a strong bond, though. Dark forces lurk in the shadows, putting their newly found bliss in danger. Savannah uncovers a conspiracy that poses a threat to the very foundation of the magical world they live in after becoming entangled in a web of secrets and betrayal.
"Shadows of Obsession: A Suspenseful Alpha Romance" presents a gripping tale of love, suspense, and the pursuit of the truth as the pages turn. As the stakes rise, Savannah and Zachary must confront their deepest fears and accept their fate, even if it means sacrificing all they hold dear.
Prepare to be enthralled by the simmering lust, the tense tension, and the tempting allure of forbidden love. "Shadows of Obsession: A Suspenseful Alpha Romance" takes readers on a thrilling journey through the eerie depths of mania and passion, where love can be both a lifeline and a weapon.

BLURB
“Beg for it, Bella,” his rasped voice whispered against my ears as his dick rubbed against my thighs.
“I want you to fuck me until my tongue knows nothing but your name. Please, Daddy," I begged shamelessly until he finally slipped into me.
—
The first time I saw him, I understood why people ruin their lives for dicks.
He was standing in the sunlight, watching me like he already knew how the story would end. I had a boyfriend. He was my best friend's father. And ninety days should have been easy to survive.
Then I opened the wrong door, and after everything burned. (We can decide to end the blurb here.)
Alexander Moreau doesn’t touch you first. He studies you, learns you, and makes you feel like the only person in the room. And somewhere between midnight swims and locked doors, I stopped pretending I didn’t want him.
I'd go through hell and come back friends with the devil if it would mean him sticking his dick inside me again.
But houses made of glass don’t protect secrets, and by the time summer ended, I had lost my best friend, my relationship, my future, and the version of myself I thought I was. Because falling for Alexander Moreau wasn't the danger.
His ex-wife was.

AGE GAP • REVERSE HAREM • POSSESSIVE BROTHERS • FORBIDDEN ROMANCE • UNEXPECTED PREGNANCY

She believed in forever, until betrayal and a devastating divorce destroyed everything she thought her future would be.

Determined to leave the past behind, she allows herself one reckless night. No promises. No expectations. No consequences.

At least, that's what she thought.

Two strangers. Two brothers. One unforgettable night.

Overwhelmed by what happened, she disappears before morning without even saying goodbye, certain their paths will never cross again.

But fate has other plans.

Looking for a fresh start, she accepts a job as a nanny. What she never expects is to walk into her new employers' home and come face-to-face with the very two men she ran away from.

They remember her.

They still want her.

And this time, they aren't willing to watch her disappear so easily.

What should have been nothing more than a job slowly becomes a dangerous game of attraction, forbidden desire, and increasingly blurred boundaries. The closer she becomes to the family she was hired to care for, the harder it is to ignore the connection growing between the three of them.

Because the brothers don't simply want a nanny in their home.

They want her to become part of their family.

“Mommy, that uncle is handsome! Can he be my daddy?” My 4-year-old daughter pointed at the most dangerous man in the city—Alonzo Capone.
My blood froze. Five years ago, I ran away after one wild night with him. He stared at Stella. Her blue eyes were identical to his. The same cold, piercing gaze.
He walked toward us, his presence suffocating. “What’s your name, little one?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly soft.
“Stella!” she giggled.
He looked up at me, his eyes darkening with suspicion. “She looks just like me.”
I tried to run, but he grabbed my wrist.
“Who is the father, Genevieve?” he growled.
“He’s dead,” I lied.
He smirked, pulling me closer. “Liar.


Betrayed by her boyfriend, Genevieve slept with another man to take a revenge. Pregnant after one night stand, she ran away with a baby. Came after five years later only to find the father of her daughter was none other than Mafia King Alonzo. What will happen a morally white woman, Doctor Genevieve finds the truth.
Loving the man but hating his proffession torn her apart. Would Ruthless and Cruel Alonzo Capone change himself to gain the trust of his love and daughter?

Rain and Ami are the best of friends since their nappies, however as they were growing
up, Rain's feelings for Ami grew beyond friendship. Ami was a hoyden and boyish due to her environment. As she was orphaned at a very early age, the only people around her were her uncle and his uncle's stepson, Rain and his male cousins.
Rain and Ami's friendship became shaky on the night of Rain's bride search ball. Rain's passionate kiss addled Ami's mind into thinking she was to be his bride. Will it be a happy ever after for them both or will Rain continue to defy fate?

Elliot, a shy bookworm and constant target for bullies, finds themselves trapped on the abandoned field after school—again. But this time, the star football captain, Jamie, appears like a hero, driving the bullies away. As Jamie stands protectively by their side, two worlds collide: the quiet, introverted world of Elliot and the loud, popular world of Jamie.

Despite their differences, a spark ignites between them. But navigating their feelings isn’t easy. With jealous teammates, judgmental classmates, and Elliot’s own insecurities standing in their way, their budding romance faces countless challenges. Can love bridge the gap between their two worlds, or will the pressure tear them apart?

For seven years, I believed Julian Reed was the love of my life. For six months, I believed he was helping me overcome my crippling fear of heights.
Every terrifying climb, every glass skywalk, every humiliating panic attack—I endured them all because he promised it was for our future together.
I never questioned why he recorded my worst moments. I never imagined my fiancé, my best friend, and even my own brother could turn my deepest fear into a private joke.
Until one night, Julian blindfolded me and led me to an abandoned observation tower.
When he let go of my hand and disappeared, I found myself stranded a hundred feet above the ground, alone with my terror.
Then I found his earpiece.
And heard the laughter.
Ava wanted the video to show Chloe. Mason thought my suffering was exactly what Chloe needed. And Julian? He believed humiliating me was a fitting punishment for something he blamed me for.
Six months of torment. Seven years of love. All of it a cruel setup for someone else's amusement.
And I was the only one who hadn't known I was the punchline.

Our engagement has gone unfulfilled for ten years.

My parents saved his family in that yacht accident. With their dying breath, they asked his family to look after me. In return, we go to city hall every year, trying to fulfill this obligation.

Ten attempts. Ten failures.

Elevator malfunctions, food poisoning, home invasions, car crashes... Every single time, I get hurt at the worst possible moment while he walks away without a scratch.

This makes ten. A truck slams into the passenger side, my head smashes against the window, and he's already running across the street, pulling that woman into his arms.

On my way to find him after they stitch me up, I hear his assistant's voice in the hospital corridor:

"Mr. Ashford, the truck driver's been taken care of. Money'll hit his account like we agreed... but is this really fair to Miss Bennett? It's been ten years, every single year—"

William's voice comes out low and tired. "I don't have a choice. Her parents saved me, but I'm in love with Emma."

I look down at the diagnosis. ALS. Late stage.

Turns out I've been trying to marry a lie this whole time.

I saved my lover,
at the cost of losing my legs.
Yet on the eve of our wedding,
I found my fiancé complaining in a group chat with his friends.
He thought I was using my lifesaving deed to morally blackmail him into marrying me.
His friends in the group took his side, offering advice and expressing indignation on his behalf.
As I watched him agree to the suggestion of eloping,
my heart was shattered.
At that moment, my phone received a confession message from my husband ten years ago.
The young boy couldn't bear to see himself betray his lover ten years later,
nor did he want me to suffer such great harm.
So the 18-year-old him helped the 28-year-old me escape the fate of disability.
And the 28-year-old him,
could only sit in a wheelchair, suspected of mental illness by those around him.

After losing control due to alcohol, I slept with the guy next door.
He was an incredibly responsible man. When he sobered up, he proposed to me.
Later, I found out that the woman he loved most had gone abroad that night.
So, I hid my deep love for him and played the role of a perfect, obedient wife in the wealthy family.
In countless quiet nights, we were in perfect sync, yet we kept our distance, never crossing boundaries.
My friends all said I could never leave him. I thought so too.
Until one day, I found his second phone.

Adrian’s golden eyes gleamed as he stared at me with crushing disappointment.
“Evelyn,” he said coldly, “I have never betrayed you. But you… you bore another man’s bastard pup.”
Nancy burst into tears in front of everyone, screaming that I had disgraced the Alpha bloodline. Her words were like knives—cruel, vulgar, and relentless—cutting deep into my soul, and even into my newborn daughter’s fragile innocence.
I wanted to explain. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true. But no words came out.
Tears blurred my sight as I clutched my baby to my chest.
“Adrian, please… you have to believe me. She’s our daughter. I don’t know what happened, but I swear she’s yours…”
But no one listened.
I was banished. Hunted.
Forced to leap from the cliff’s edge with my baby in my arms.
The Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me another chance.
This time, I would find out who framed me and my child.
This time, every one of them would kneel beneath my feet.

Sofia is an eighteen-year-old who has been bullied and tortured her whole life. When she realized that her only hope of going through school was to attend a school only for boys, she took a bold step and cut her hair to look like a boy and got into Blairwood Academy.

She has to try her best to make sure nobody finds out her real identity, or she would be kicked out. But it's difficult to hide it, especially from her roommate, Scott Blackwood, an icy nineteen-year-old who she always managed to get on his bad side.

In my past life, when the apocalypse broke out, I braved the pressure and opened the fortress gates to take in my mother-in-law and brother-in-law, who had nowhere else to go.
They shoved my wife and me straight into a horde of zombies.
My wife and I were reborn seven days before the apocalypse. I turned my head and saw the same fear and coldness surging in her eyes as mine:
"This time, don't open the door."
"Never." I smiled coldly.
Not only would I keep the door shut—I would watch with my own eyes as those bloodsucking ingrates, who had drained me dry in my past life, were slowly devoured by hunger and despair right outside the gate.

I was reborn, back to the moment before I was dragged to death by motorcycles in the wasteland.

In my previous life, I listened to the moral blackmail of the saintly female lead Daisy and used my abilities to desperately save a motorcycle gang surrounded by zombies.

As a result, I was severely injured from ability overexertion, and these ungrateful wolves used me as a tool to establish dominance, dragging me to death with motorcycles across the wasteland.

Before I died, Daisy was still there crying: "We tried our best, this isn't our fault."

Now that I have a second chance, she stands before me again shouting:

"Cole! What are you standing there for? Go save them! Those people are going to die! You have abilities, you must save them!"

Looking at her hypocritical saintly face, rage burned in my chest.

Why should my abilities save ungrateful wolves? Why should my life be a stepping stone for others?

The kindness of fools is worthless!

So I threw her out to feed the zombies!

On the execution platform, my noble and beautiful wife used her dagger to carve open my chest.
My nominal adopted son pressed a red-hot iron into my skin, branding me with the "F"-class mark of the lowest outcast, draining my transcendent bloodline dry.
"The Storm Kingdom has no use for a cripple with zero beast-spirit affinity. You belong rotting in the abyss!"
They cut the chains and kicked me into the Black Abyss—a place from which no one returns—then turned to carve up my throne.
They thought I was as good as dead.
They had no idea that the deepest darkness of that abyss harbored the most terrifying ancient demon in existence.
Two weeks later, as they raised their glasses to toast the new king's coronation, I kicked down the castle gates, wielding the ember-fire of annihilation and a tide of ten thousand beasts.
Looking down at the woman who once stood so high above me, now groveling in the mud and begging for mercy, I tossed the bloodstained broken blade onto the hem of her dress:
"Remember this forever—it was you who took a nobody you crushed beneath your feet and turned him into a king you'll kneel before and never win back. Now, hand over your lives."

"I could practice on you," Lilly suggests.
"What!" I yell, "Lilly, we can't do that."
"Come on, Collins. You said you wanted to help me and I can't just start with Alvin. What if I gag the first time or don't do it right? This was your idea and how else am I going to learn? Please."
Well, what can I do? My hot, sexy, stepsister wants to practice blowjobs on me.
......
"How do you feel, sis?" I'm starring at her blonde pubic patch, as I ask her this.
"Yeah, it was a real turn on. More than I thought it would be. I didn't want to stop and I'm still pretty hot and wet down there."
"Let me see." I slide down and put my hand between her legs. She moves her knees apart to allow my hand to touch her pussy lips. They are soaking wet and when I run my thumb up and down her slit, she moans, putting her left hand down on the bed to steady herself. She's steamy hot and we only have a few minutes.
"I'm going to help you feel better, Sis," I tell her as I push my middle finger up inside her slippery, wet pussy. I start rubbing circles on her clit with my thumb, which is still wet from her juices.
"Oh god! What are you doing, Collins? That feels incredible."


Welcome to a world where boundaries are blurred, desires take center stage, and pleasure is never off-limits.
"Naked Ink" is a sultry collection of standalone erotic tales each one dripping with heat, tension, and unfiltered passion. From forbidden affairs and seductive strangers to powerful CEOs, secret kinks, and midnight rendezvous, every chapter is a new experience waiting to be devoured. No strings attached. No judgments. Just pure, indulgent escape. Whether you crave dominance or submission, slow burn or fast and filthy, this collection promises something for every appetite. So dim the lights, silence the world, and let yourself get lost in fantasies that are as dangerous as they are delicious. Are you ready to sin?

Della's heart was completely broken, and she chose true freedom. She rejected her husband, returned to her home, and resumed her true identity- the Lycan King's most favored daughter!But who can tell her why Kylian satrted to hunt her like a different person after the rejection? Can he make a firm choice between his fated mate and her this time?When they see the other side of the moon goddess' gift, and when Della's fated mate showed up as well, where their destiny will lead them?Read to find out.

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Beautiful Aubrianne Ivanov, raised by her single mom, had a tough childhood. With low self-esteem, she became an outcast and was alone one too many times for her liking. Time spent at her part time job, she eventually grew into a brave, confident, and determined young woman who walked right into an opportunity that would change her life forever.

Will Aubrianne truly feel whole? Will she find what has been missing in her life? Will she allow herself happiness and joy? Will she find love, and most importantly, will she survive what's to come?

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Excerpt:

She lay before him in all her magnificent beauty draped across his king-size bed in the most compelling and provocative way known to man or beast. And for Alpha Zayne, it was the most captivating view he had ever had the pleasure of seeing with his own eyes.

She stared at his every movement, lips slightly parted, her stunning brown eyes scanning every inch of his gorgeously toned and glorious body while heat radiated off of hers. He was HERS.

Her body trembled in delight and anticipation; she was ready and wanted to be with him in every way.

As innocent as she was, she wanted him to...no need him to take her in the worse ways, bringing her to heights of pleasures she had never experienced before.

Fuck she is beautiful, one fine specimen, and she is all MINE, MY MATE. A wave of pure unbridled possessiveness vibrated through Alpha Zayne. He thanked the Divine Moon Goddess, for she has truly blessed him.

He drank her in, eyes trailing up her toned sexy legs spread wide for him, and she gave him that come-and-get-it look.

Diana Moreau has spent her life surviving.
Crushing debt, loan sharks at her door, and a son slowly dying in a hospital bed have stripped away all her pride.
So when a dangerous stranger offers her a one year contract, ten thousand a week, Diana signs.
Alessia Vincenzo is cold. Untouchable. Lethal.
The ruthless heir to Horrixo’s most feared mafia empire needs a spouse on paper to claim her throne but her true plan is to burn that empire to the ground and destroy every member of her family in revenge for her mother’s murder.
She chooses Diana because the sharp-tongued single mother is unimpressed by power, fights men on instinct, and wants nothing from the Vincenzo name.
The rules are simple: play the devoted wife, smile for the family, ask no questions.
But nothing stays simple.
Forced proximity turns every calculated touch into fire.
Every cold command stirs something neither woman can control.
Then the devastating truth surfaces: the woman Alessia is avenging, the one she’s willing to destroy an empire for is the same woman who destroyed the life of the wo man she was never meant to love.
Will she be able to hide this secret as the past comes rubbing its face on Diana again?

The cold blade carved into my cheek, bringing a piercing pain.

"Don't blame me, Emma," my adoptive sister Sophia giggled, her voice like sweet poison. "If your face is ruined, Gregory will only look at me."

On my wedding day, my fiancé abandoned me at the altar for her. My biological family had always loved her, the fake daughter, more than me. Now, she had me kidnapped, my hands crippled, and my face destroyed.

"I'm selling you to the black market," she sneered as they nailed my wooden crate shut. "In this lifetime, you're not even worth my toe."

My world went pitch black.

But I didn't die. Surviving the underground auction and enduring agonizing surgeries, I shed my old skin and my old name.

Three years later, I returned as Emily, a billionaire CEO, arm-in-arm with Gregory's powerful uncle. Seeing my ex-fiancé and my vicious sister tremble before me, I smiled. The nightmare you gave me? I’m going to make you pay it all back, tenfold.

“I was going to kill you tonight. But I changed my mind.”

“For our son...”

“No, not for our son, not for any reason in particular.”

“What are we doing, Elara?” He runs his hand through his hair. “One minute you’re planning an escape; the next, you’re promising to stay. What’s your plan?”

“My plan is to survive."

~~

Raised as a servant and maltreated in her own home, Elara escapes the night of her sister’s engagement after one reckless encounter with a masked stranger. She disappears, builds a new identity, and protects the only thing that matters; her son.

Lucien Kòrvac, a billionaire CEO feared in shadows as a ruthless mafia Don was supposed to marry a ghost. Instead, he married the wrong woman or maybe, the right one all along and has discovered he has a son he never knew existed.

Now with her memories resurfacing, a hidden heir, a locked safe no one can open and a past powerful enough to destroy both empires, Elara and Lucien find themselves trapped in a game neither of them understands.

And the deeper they go, the closer they get to a truth that could change everything. Both are bound by a child, will hatred turn to desire, or will his past and her true identity destroy them both?

It was a rainy night, and I was running wildly down the road, with that man behind me chasing relentlessly, a malicious grin on his face. Desperately searching for a safe haven, the lit-up bookstore not far ahead seemed to be my only glimmer of hope.
But I tripped. I tried to scramble back to my feet quickly, yet the rain and the slippery ground sent me crashing down again. A sharp pain shot through my knees, while the sound of footsteps behind me grew louder and louder. I frantically reached out to grab the gravel in the muddy water; my fingertips had just brushed against a sharp-edged stone when a low sigh echoed in my ear: "You can't run away."
I turned my head to look. He was already standing right in front of me, rainwater dripping down his distorted face, his eyes glinting with a crazy and cruel light. He slowly knelt down, one hand clamping my chin tightly to force me to meet his gaze, and a blood-curdling laugh escaped his lips: "I've finally got you tonight. You will be mine forever."
Will Claire survive? And will she successfully escape the attacker's assault?
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Temptation has a way of slipping past every boundary and challenging even the strongest resolve. What appears controlled, familiar, and respectable on the surface often hides emotions that are far more complicated beneath. Hearts are drawn toward connections they know they should resist. Unexpected. Irresistible. Forbidden.
Inside this collection, you will find stories like these:
A lonely wife finding comfort in the one man she was never meant to fall for... her bodyguard.
A woman torn between loyalty and unexpected feelings for her husband's quiet, brooding brother.
A young employee caught in a life-changing connection with her powerful CEO.
A student navigating an undeniable attraction to a professor twice her age.
And many more stories where boundaries are tested and forbidden feelings refuse to fade.
Every story explores love, temptation, and impossible choices.
Emotional. Addictive. Impossible to forget.
Several forbidden romances.
One unforgettable collection.
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Sinful Nights draws you into a world where temptation lingers in every shadow and desire pulses beneath every forbidden touch. These stories follow dangerous men, reckless chemistry, and connections intense enough to shatter every rule.
Each tale teases the edge of control—stolen moments that turn into breathless encounters, voices that command surrender, and nights where tension sparks into something irresistible. Passion runs dark and deep here, tangled with secrets, power, and the kind of longing that leaves marks long after the moment fades.
If you crave heat, heart-pounding attraction, and the thrill of giving in when you know you shouldn't, Sinful Nights will pull you under and refuse to let go.

Evelyn was a local gangster, living her life on her own terms with what she believed to be her perfect boyfriend until he stabbed her in the back.
They had successfully completed a dangerous mission: stealing from the Madison event, hosted by the most feared mafia family in the city. However, during the mission, her boyfriend abandoned her, leaving her to face the consequences alone. She was captured by the infamous Arthur Madison, a ruthless and emotionless mafia lord.
Now, Evelyn must find a way to save her life. What will happen when she discovers that Arthur is obsessed with her without her knowledge? What dark secrets will she uncover about him? Will Evelyn manage to survive, or will Arthur lead her to an early grave? And what could be his true motives for being so fixated on her?

Give me your throne and give me your woman."

Selene Marlowe always wanted to be a princess who lived a simple life. She wasn't expecting her heart become some battleground for a High kingdom at war.

She is torn between three royal brothers: the one who loved her first, the one who would protect her, and the one who would destroy everything in his way to have her. Therefore she has to make a choice between loyalty and desire, duty and destiny.

But when it comes to the matters of royalty, people and things are ruthless as they come and this love comes with a cost.

And the crown of Valenhart demands blood!

When the fourth victim from the Chicago arsonist landed on my brother's autopsy slab, I watched from above, a ghost trapped in the room.
As the city's star medical examiner, he recited his findings with detached precision. "Female, twenties. Evidence of controlled, prolonged burning prior to death." He had no idea he was cataloging my murder.
Three days earlier, in that same warehouse, I'd begged into my phone. His fiancée, Harper, held it for me, her smile a blend of sugar and venom. "Call him again, Ivy. Maybe he'll answer for his poor little sister this time?"
A click. Then, his voice.
"Julian, please—"
"Not now, Ivy. I'm choosing our wedding rings."
The dial tone pierced the air. Harper struck the match.
Now, in the morgue's fluorescent glare, I see the blood drain from his face. The report trembles in his hand. Every measurement, every scar—they all whisper my name.
Oh, Julian. With every incision, you were reading my last words.
The killer is right beside you, already in her white dress.

My fiancé and I held twenty-one weddings. I put on my wedding dress twenty-one times, only to crawl out of pools of blood each time.

Car accidents. Shootings. Explosions. Fires.

Everyone said I was cursed, that I was bad luck for my husband.

I was the only fool who believed they were accidents.

Until the twenty-second time.

That day, covered in blood, I escaped from an ambush back to headquarters and heard him say coldly over the walkie-talkie, "She won't die. Save Valerie first."

It turned out all the accidents were personally arranged by him.

He didn't love me—he just owed my parents a debt he could never repay.

So he staged disaster after disaster to get out of marrying me.

At the twenty-second wedding, I didn't wait for him to cancel.

This time, I was the one who called it off.

I spent two years quietly building something I thought was worth building.
Full recovery support after birth, someone checking in on meals, leave approved the moment you asked for it. I worked out a deal with the best facility in the city and covered the difference myself, out of my own account. Not a cent of company money.
I did it because I'd watched a good employee disappear from the company the year she got pregnant. No announcement. Her desk just cleared out one day.
Then one of them posted about it.
She called it surveillance. A golden cage. The comment section called me a predator. By morning it was trending.
Here's what none of them knew: not a single dollar of that program belonged to the company.
So I listened to what they wanted and gave them exactly that.
I shut the whole thing down.