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"Mason, I want to cut all ties with you. No marriage and no bond. We're done,"

"You want a rejection?"

"I know that you have never loved me, Mason... It would be better that we were both free to pursue our own interests."

"Freedom? Willow, freedom is a privilege that only good and innocent people have the luxury of. You are neither of those things so what makes you think that I should let you go free?" He sneered.

"What do you mean?" I said as my brows creased in confusion.

"Isn't it fucking obvious?" Mason mocked as he cracked his knuckles in his hands, "Your parent's hands are stained with the blood of my parents, you don't deserve to be free whilst you atone for their sins?"


Throughout my year of marriage, I have constantly suffered from the pain of Mate Bond. My mate would sleep with various she-wolves but never spare me a glance. He would allow his lovers to mock and insult me, his wife, his Luna, and he did it all just to inflict pain on me.

I couldn't bear it any longer, so I asked to end the relationship, but he refused. Just when I felt pain and confusion, a powerful Lycan King appeared...

Nadine is a 28 years old omega living with her abusive boyfriend and her weak mother.
Every morning felt the same—waking up in a house that didn’t feel like home, surrounded by tension so thick it clung to the walls. The bruises weren’t always visible, but the damage ran deep. Her boyfriend, Theo, didn’t need words to warn her, his fist did most of the work. He dictated what she wore, who she spoke to, when she came and went. And she obeyed. Not out of love. Out of exhaustion.

Then out of nowhere, he throws her out of the house, where she meets Madden, her mate who she had run away from. He has intention of letting her go this time. After all, she was the cause of his Luna's death.

What will Nadine do when the life of her mother is also at stake?

"Get the fuck away from me.."

"J-Jace, please. Your shoulder is badly hurt. Let me help. That's my job."

"Don't touch me, witch," he spits out bitterly without looking at her, his resentment toward her palpable.

They're both exes with a messy history. But one happens to be the injured star player, while the other is the team's physical therapist.

Bailey attempts to touch him despite his initial refusal. She reaches for his shoulder gently , "J-Jace, I know you're upset, but please—"

But her words are cut short, and her hand is flung away as a strong force abruptly pushes her against the nearest wall.

Bailey gasps in fright.

Jace's hand firmly pins her neck to the wall, a death glare etched across his face as he growls, "I. said. don't. fucking. touch. me," he warns brutally, "Dare again, and I'll fuck you right against this wall till you're the one who's badly hurt."


After Bailey Carter brutally breaks the heart of the only man she's ever loved, abandoning him and disappearing without a trace, fate brings them back together five years later on the ice rink.

Only this time, Jace Hartley — the nation's Ice Beast and her ex-boyfriend — loathes her with every fiber of his being.

He wants absolutely nothing to do with her. But she's his physical therapist — and also the mother of his baby, whom he has no knowledge of!

Sophia Carter is a talented young university student about to graduate in law, but her life is far from easy. After her mother’s death, Sophia was left in the care of her cruel stepfather, Thomas, and his spoiled daughter, Vanessa. Since then, Sophia has lived as a prisoner in her own home, constantly mistreated, humiliated, and forced to do all the heavy work.

Despite her suffering, her only hope has always been her boyfriend, Daniel Montgomery, a charismatic young man from an influential family who promises to take her away from that life and provide a better future for them both. However, everything falls apart when Sophia discovers that Thomas sold her to a cold and ruthless tycoon, Nathan Blackwell, in exchange for an amount that will guarantee Vanessa’s future.

With no way out and abandoned by the love of her life, who betrayed her with her best friend, Sophia finds herself alone, desperate, and on the brink of collapse. Determined not to be a victim of circumstances any longer, she makes a bold decision: if she is to be sold, it will be for a price of her choosing.

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Josie Braille has been in love with her next door neighbor since she was 14, too bad he only has eyes for her younger sister.
But then, the night before she begins her first job, masked men break into her house and kidnap her father. She turns to Grayson for help and all evidence point to one culprit, Vladimir Sedof. He was a self made billionaire with mafia ties and his very presence makes Josie loses all sense of awareness except the need to submit to him. Everyone told her that Vladimir was the devil reincarnated and to stay away from him, unfortunately, Josie has never been good at doing as she was told. Besides, Grayson paid more attention to her ever since Vladimir came into the picture. Could he be jealous?
The longer she stays in Vladimir's company, the greater the pull she feels to him and the more restless Grayson gets. All she wanted was to make Grayson jealous, but she ends up falling for Vladimir's dominant personality. Now she has a decision to make between both men. At least she thought she did.
What happens when Josie discovers that she is the only one in love and Vladimir doesn't want her and Grayson was never after her heart?

"Sooner or later , you will fall for me"

"Upon my dead body", I hissed out.

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"I'm trying to be gentle", he murmured, his voice tight, strained. "But that's not me",

"Then don't," I whispered. "Don't hold back with me".

"You don’t know what you're asking for," he said, then pushed his dick into me and I saw stars immediately.

Blurb
On the day Mia finally decides to come out to her parents, her carefully laid plans shatter when she catches her girlfriend betraying her. Heartbroken and desperate for a distraction, she impulsively gives a charming stranger she meets at a club a chance. But what should have been a reckless one-night stand turns into her worst nightmare.

Mia wakes up in a cage surrounded by terrified girls—many half her age. She's been captured for an auction, a horrifying trade where humans, witches, and monsters bid for lives like hers.

“Pray a monster doesn’t buy you,” one girl whispers before being dragged away, screaming.

When the hammer falls, Mia is sold to the most feared creature in the realm—the ruthless King of the Beasts. In a world where escape is impossible and death isn't an option, she’s given a chilling purpose:

“To give the king an heir.”

But surviving the king’s brutal world is only half the battle. The king has two tails, monstrous instincts, and a dark secret—his kind is incapable of love. Trapped in a nightmare, Mia must summon every ounce of strength to endure, adapt, and maybe, just maybe, find a way to change her fate.

Will Mia succumb to the horrors of her new reality, or will she discover a power within that even monsters fear?

"They said you killed him.”
“I did.”
“And the girl who tried to save you?”
“She died too… because I didn’t stop playing.”

"And you died once. Didn’t that teach you something?”
“Yes. That some lives aren’t worth reliving.”

When Elara Vance, a world-class tennis prodigy, dies after a betrayal, she wakes up three years earlier before everything went wrong.

But this time, life wasn’t how she remembered. The orphanage had given up her adoption to someone else, and they seemed desperate to marry her off to the very man she once sworn to kill.

Filled with vengeance, Elara vows to reclaim her title, her pride, and destroy everyone who once watched her fall, anyone who stands in her way.

But her greatest obstacle isn’t her rivals, it's her heart. Because the man she despises most might not be who he seems, and the deeper she digs, the truth takes a dark turn.

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Lily couldn't stop others from hurting her unborn child.
Just because she is the daughter of a nanny, and she fell in love with the young master who is beyond her reach.
When she felt his tenderness, she could even abandon her dignity as long as she could stay with him.
But what she didn't expect was that the man she loved deeply asked her to donate a kidney for saving his ex-girlfriend while she had pregnant for eight months!
"You’d better leave after the operation." He said coldly.
"Why? I love you so deeply, but why do you want me and our child dead?"

Elizabeth Siege has no powers. No bloodline, no magic, not even a gene.
She only has a brain that was sharp enough to earn her a full scholarship to the most powerful school in the country, where vampires, werewolves and witches/wizards ruled every corridor for centuries.

She arrives with nothing but her intelligence and starts her first day with enemies she didn’t ask for and a power she can’t explain.

But now, there is a prophecy. And Elizabeth Siege is exactly who the prophecy has been waiting for.

And unfortunately, the once known powerless Elizabeth Siege is now the first tribrid in three hundred years. But she just made a mistake by walking through the front door of the unknown prophecia.​​​

When her life fell apart due to a divorce, Amelia Carson never imagined she would be trapped in the dark world of the mafia. Losing everything and drowning in debt from a casino game at a nightclub, Amelia is faced with an ultimatum from Luca Devereaux—a deadly mafia boss: pay off her impossible debt or marry him in a contractual agreement.

A terrifying sham marriage with a mafia boss gives her a chance to reclaim her dignity and retaliate against her ex-husband’s insults. But when Amelia’s gentleness begins to melt Luca’s icy exterior, love unexpectedly starts to bloom.

He married her for her name. His first love fell for his wife.

Seraphina Ashbourne was born into one of London's most respected old-money families. But when the Ashbourne fortune collapses, all she has left is a powerful name, a talent for painting, and her grandfather's beloved exhibition hall, now days away from auction.

Then billionaire Cillian Laurent offers her a way out.

Three years of marriage.

$300,000 a month.

And the exhibition hall.

No love. No sex. No interference.

Cillian doesn't want Seraphina's heart. He wants the Ashbourne name for his ambitious new project. His heart already belongs to Saskia Moreau, his beautiful blonde childhood friend and one of the world's most sought-after models.

Seraphina expects Saskia to hate her. Instead, Saskia becomes fascinated by her.

She visits Seraphina's studio. Watches her paint. Flirts with her. Finds excuses to be near her.

What begins as harmless attraction soon becomes something neither woman can control. Saskia is falling for her best friend's wife, and she's falling hard.
Seraphina knows she should keep her distance. Saskia is the woman her husband has loved for years, and their marriage has an expiration date. But every stolen glance, every lingering touch, and every moment together makes it harder to remember that their marriage was supposed to be a loveless arrangement.

Cillian thought Saskia love him, he's wrong.

The woman he married for her name may become the one woman his first love can’t live without.

And Seraphina must decide whether saving her family's legacy is worth losing the woman who has become her heart.

"His lips hovered dangerously close to my throat, his breath warm against my skin, as his gaze burned with a hunger that had nothing to do with feeding"

CAPTURED BY THE RUTHLESS VAMPIRE
I was human—fragile, terrified, and trapped in his world. A world where I was nothing more than a pawn, a prize to be claimed by the vampire who had captured me."

Sandra's perfect life is shattered by her husband's betrayal, and the threat of a monstrous creature. She found unexpected protection in the Wolf Prince, Diego. Together, they face an electrifying battle with a vengeful snake demon.

when mysterious deaths haunt them. Diego and Sandra must unravel a dark mystery that threatens their lives. Amongst the conflicts and sacrifices, love grows between them. Is their love strong enough to face a greater evil, one that involves evil demons and unimaginable sacrifices? In this epic story of love, betrayal, and the battle between good and evil, they will face the biggest test of their lives. Prepare to be trapped in an enchanting fantasy realm. Where wonder and danger always await.

Accused of a crime she didn’t commit and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Mira decides to drown herself.

Gary has just been told he has one hundred days before death claims him. He was preoccupied with the thought when he found Mira trying to take her own life.

He didn't hesitate to save her, but Mira Hale didn’t want to be saved. For her, death felt kinder than a lifetime behind bars.

Gary then offers Mira wealth, freedom, and his name in exchange for one hundred days of living without fear.

What begins as a contract turns into laughter, healing, desire, and a love neither of them planned to survive.

But when secrets surface and time stops being the enemy, Mira must choose between protecting her heart… or believing that some love stories are meant to last beyond their expiration date.

She's a Pack doctor. He's a fugitive Rogue.
For two years, Dr. Nora Caldwell has been healing wounds in the shadows—treating Rogue injuries off the books and gathering evidence that the official narrative is built on lies. But when she's assigned to hunt down a notorious Rogue leader, she realizes the man she's been falling for is the same one she's sworn to destroy, forcing her to choose between duty and truth.
Reth never meant to let her close. As a former operative turned underground revolutionary, he knows that love is a liability and trust is a weapon. But Nora sees past the armor, sees past the scars—and when she discovers what he's really fighting for, she has to make an impossible choice.
Fight for the system that trained her. Or fight alongside the man who could bring it all down—and risk everything she believes in.
In a world where the government manufactures enemies to justify genocide, where genetic purity is law, and where love becomes an act of treason—Nora and Reth must decide if their connection is worth burning everything for.
Sometimes, the most dangerous thing is choosing the truth.

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

Five years ago, they stripped me of my rank and stopped my retirement pay. Now, with the Imperial army at the gates, they kneel at my door, begging for my services. My daughter is wearing last year's shoes, her big toe practically sticking out. My wife is still refilling coffee at a fast-food restaurant at 3 a.m. The neighbors call me "that welfare-dependent guy" behind my back. I pulled my five-year-old dismissal order from under the bill and slipped it under the door. "You've got the wrong person."

Corbin, Davis, Seth, and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We'd been inseparable since childhood, promising to go to college together and never leave anyone behind.

Everything changed when Mira moved into Corbin's house during high school.

Since then, every major decision had become a guessing game. They always told me to guess their choices, and I was always the one left out.

Three days before our graduate school decision deadline, I asked where everyone was going.

Corbin, my boyfriend, hinted at Boston. Mira posted a photo of New York, and Davis shared a video from Chicago.

I spent seventy-two hours reconsidering my options, desperate to stay with them.

Then I found a secret group chat on Corbin's laptop.

Mira: You're really all coming to New York for me?

Davis: We already accepted.

Seth: What about Brenna?

Corbin: Let her choose for herself. Once she realizes we're all together, she'll follow us. She always does.

I stared at the screen. They'd already planned their future without me.

This time, I didn't try to catch up.

Instead, I accepted an offer from Project Aegis, a classified federal research program requiring two years at a restricted facility with limited outside contact.

They'd made me guess for years.

Now it was their turn.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

I was born a princess of the Dragon Realm, destined for greatness.
In my past life, I married an amethyst dragon, Damien. Our union should have produced heirs worthy of legend. Instead, I bore him a Wingless One, the ultimate shame.
He didn't hesitate. One swing of his blade, and our child's cries were silenced forever. Then he dragged me, still bleeding from childbirth, to the Dragon's Maw. Threw me into the molten lava, my screams echoing as the flames consumed my flesh.
Meanwhile, my half-sister Isadora, a mere Bronze Dragon, married another Bronze, equally unremarkable. Yet somehow, she gave birth to an Amethyst Dragon.
She became our new Dragon Queen. I became carrion.
But death wasn't my end.
I opened my eyes on the day of the Choosing Ceremony. Damien stood before me. Then, with cold calculation in his eyes, he turned away. He chose Isadora.
He remembers too.
A smile curved my lips. Let him play his game. Because I know the truth now, a truth that will shatter everything.
How could a dragon who needs dark magic to maintain his wing color possibly father a dragon of true noble bloodline?

The aliens invaded. A toxic fog rolled in. New York turned into a living hell.
But I was forced into a tight spot. A strict Mother Teresa System bound itself to my soul.
I had to save everyone. Betrayers, killers, enemies—it didn't matter. If I didn't help them, the system would execute me on the spot.
Everyone mocked me.
They thought I was soft. The shelter captain stripped my weapons and threw me out into the dead zone.
They thought I was a dead man walking.
They were wrong.
They didn't know my system rewarded me with the ultimate Light ability.
So, get behind my blade.
I am going to save New York, whether it likes it or not.

I had caught Jasper entertaining the same woman in his bed seventeen times.   The first time I caught them, the shock triggered a miscarriage.   As I collapsed on his office floor in agony, Jasper didn't call 911. He just ordered his security to mop up my blood before it could ruin Lenora's designer shoes.   "At the end of the day, you're the one sitting at the head of my table," he would remind me, keeping me trapped.   When my grief finally turned to rage, I exposed their affair on his company's bulletin board.   In response, Jasper invited the tabloid press to our home. He tossed a contract at me with a cruel smirk.   "I have one other mistress," he challenged. "Find her in thirty days, and I'll drop Lenora and come home for good."   Desperate to save my marriage, I exhausted a fortune on private investigators. Yet, all my traps only ever caught Lenora.   Today was the deadline. Surrounded by flashing cameras and paparazzi, I exhaustedly slid a piece of paper with Lenora's name across the table.   "Jasper, please stop playing games."   Jasper lounged on the sofa, his arm wrapped around Lenora. He looked at me with cold, apathetic eyes.   "You dug through my entire life, yet missed the most glaring detail. The other woman... is you, Elowen."

I've signed five blood-bound annulment contracts with my mafia don husband, Killian.
Each and every time, he fed me the same line: "When this is over, we'll tie the knot again."
But every single one of those "things" was for the same woman: Seraphina Moretti.
We ended our marital bond for the first time, and I sobbed, begging him to tell me if his love for me had ever been real.
He clamped his hold on my jaw hard enough, enunciating every word coldly: "Elara, that doesn't matter."
When the second annulment rolled around, I was mocked openly at the family gala.
I locked myself away in the ensuite bathroom and sliced open my wrists; blood trickled along the tile grout.
My best mate tracked me down to find me trembling.
It wasn't the wound's ache making me shake, though—Killian was somewhere on the estate that very night, yet he never bothered to pop by and check on me once.
By the third split, I'd taught myself never to shed a tear in his presence.
On the fourth occasion, I even took it upon myself to ask him flat-out: "What sham do you need me to play along with now?"
He froze for the longest moment, said nothing at all in the end.
Now we're here for the fifth annulment.
He thought he only needs to click his fingers and I'll trot back to remarry him just as I've done all the previous times. What he did not know is this:
This time, I'm disappearing from his life for good.

Eight years ago, I was forced to marry Sicily's most dangerous man.

Louis De Santis, heir to the Santis crime family, decided he wanted me. Right in front of me, he brutally tortured and killed my fiancé Alessandro, then dumped the body in the ocean for the sharks. He used Alessandro's blood to write threats on the wall to my parents—I had no choice but to walk into that fortress he called home.

Louis was obsessed with me to the point of madness. He took bullets for me during family wars, got down on his knees and begged the family elders when they questioned his choice. Under that twisted kind of love, I gradually fell for him and gave him a son—Marco.

For five years, I thought I'd found happiness.

Until year eight, when the Corleone family sent their "peace offering"—Angelina Corleone. This innocent-looking woman effortlessly stole Louis's heart. He had the nerve to announce: "You two are going to get along."

I couldn't stand the betrayal, so I secretly reached out to other families to try getting rid of Angelina.

I got caught.

In his rage, Louis strung up 5-year-old Marco above the blast furnace at the steel mill.

"NO! Please! He's just a child!" I rushed toward Louis frantically, but his men held me back.

Molten steel roared inside the furnace at 2912°F. Scorching heat blasted upward as little Marco dangled just ten feet above the flames.

My heart nearly stopped.

"Mommy! Help me! It's so hot! So hot!" Marco screamed in terror.

"Put him down! Please!" I fell to my knees, begging desperately, "Kill me! Kill me instead! Don't hurt Marco!"

"Nod and let her stay, and I'll let him down." Louis coldly began counting down: "TEN!"

I watched Marco's little body writhing in agony from the heat.

"NINE!"

Sweat and tears blurred my vision.

"EIGHT!"

"I agree! I AGREE!" I broke down screaming, "She can stay! Please let Marco down!"

Louis smiled with satisfaction and stopped counting, about to signal his men.

Then—

"SNAP!"

The rope suddenly broke!

"NOOO—!"

Time seemed to freeze. I watched helplessly as Marco's tiny body plummeted.

"THUD!"

He fell into the furnace.

In an instant, he was gone.

I completely shattered, blood spurting from my mouth as I collapsed.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd gone back to the day Louis first brought Angelina home.

This time, I'm going to make him pay!

The kidnapper's boot sent the briefcase flying. Thirty million in cash scattered across the floor.
He pointed at me, then at the unconscious Camilla. "Not enough money. So you pick one to take home. The other stays."
Lorenzo stood among the bills, his face drained of color.
"I'm sorry. Camilla has a heart condition—she won't make it through the night here." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "You've always been the strong one. Once I get her to the hospital and pull together the rest of the ransom, I swear I'll come back for you."
The next second, Lorenzo gathered Camilla in his arms and walked out without a backward glance. The heavy iron door slammed shut with a boom that echoed through the space.
In the cavernous abandoned factory, it was just me and five thugs with brutal faces.
The leader dragged the flat of his blade across my cheek, his eyes dark with sick intent. "Well, well. Looks like your rich boyfriend just chose her over you. But hey, don't feel too bad, sweetheart—we're gonna keep you company."
Watching the twisted hunger in their eyes, I didn't scream or beg. I just glanced at the locked door. "Lorenzo's gone, right? Far enough away?"
"That p**y's probably halfway across the county by now." The leader grinned, reaching for my collar.
"Good." I let out a breath.
Snap.
The zip tie around my wrists gave way like thread. A massive shadow swallowed him whole.
In less than two seconds, a dragon nearly sixty feet long filled every inch of space.
I lowered my massive head, molten slitted eyes locked on the five frozen insects below.
Then I opened my fang-lined jaws and snapped them up one by one.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

They said I killed them all.

My father. My daughter. My brother's legs. One explosion, one moment of selfishness, and I became the family murderer.

My husband Dominic—the most feared mafia boss in the city—drowned himself in whiskey. I drowned myself in something worse.

Three years on the pole. Three years with strangers' cash stuffed in my bra, their cocks shoved down my throat, their fists in back alleys, their cameras catching every degradation. Three years swallowing cum and shame to scrape together half a million for my brother's surgery.

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

One last show, I told myself. A blindfolded performance. Enough to pay off Ethan's debt before I died.

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

Behind him stood my very-alive father. And Ethan—on two perfect legs, kicking aside an empty wheelchair. And my adopted sister Vanessa, draped over my husband, flashing a diamond ring.

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

"Surprise, sweetheart." Dominic smiled. "The explosion was fake. We just needed to put you in your place."

Ethan laughed. "Three years of stripper money made one hell of a party, sis."

My father still wouldn't look at me. "Learn to treat Vanessa right, or you're no daughter of mine."

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

The explosion was fake. The crippled legs were fake. Everything was fake.

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

Three years of doting affection was nothing but a meticulously rehearsed lie. Dante Vitale kept Isabella as his perfect human shield to guard Seraphina, the woman he truly loved. Every warmth was fake, every danger was arranged. When the truth shattered her world, she lost her child and narrowly escaped death. Presumed drowned, Isabella lays low, collects evidence, and allies with an old FBI classmate. She brings down the entire Vitale clan, ruins his power, and leaves him scavenging for food on cold streets. He weeps for her in the snow, yet she will never turn back.

Maeve and I dragged a dying animal out of the rain. We thought we were saving a life. Instead, we invited a monster to our door for a blood oath. In my first life, I accepted the oath and died screaming. In the second, Maeve took my place and was skinned alive. This is our third chance.

I hid in shadows for six years while my vampire husband played duke with his mistress.

Lucian kept our marriage secret, called our daughter "the half-blood bastard," and rushed to comfort Seraphina's twisted ankle while five-year-old Vanessa nearly died from silver poisoning.

His precious lover had "gifted" my child deadly perfume. While I held my convulsing daughter, he was cutting cake with his real family.

So I handed him divorce papers during his next dramatic rescue mission. Fool signed without reading—too busy playing hero to notice he just legally abandoned his wife and child.

Now the mighty vampire Duke burns under holy sunlight, chasing us to territories his undead flesh can't survive.

Begging on scorched pavement for a second chance he'll never get.

My husband, the terrifying Mafia Don, dropped fifteen million dollars on a luxury yacht just to throw a lavish, high-profile birthday celebration for his precious first love.

And today marks exactly seven days since I died of an infection in a Detroit slum, simply because I couldn't scrape together a few cents for antibiotics.

At the banquet, an oblivious guest tactlessly brought up my name.

Alessandro dialed my number for the first time in five years.

"Genevieve, if you've suffered enough, crawl back here and beg Elena for forgiveness."

That is, until the estate doors were violently shoved open.

A scavenger walked in, leading a little boy whose face was an eighty-percent match to Alessandro's.

My daughter was choked until her face turned purple by the mistress's son, then nearly died after my ex-husband forced her to give blood.
She was beaten, cursed at, and abandoned on a bench outside the hospital.
And I could do nothing to help her.
Because I had already died eight years ago.
It wasn't until my daughter collapsed crying at my grave—and the story made the news—that my ex-husband finally learned the truth.
He had destroyed both me and the child we shared in the cruelest way possible.
And by then, there was no fixing it.

At three in the morning, I dragged my suitcase through the front door.
After a full week at an exchange program in Germany, I was too tired to even turn on the lights. I went straight to the shower.
The hot water poured over me, and I went cold all over.
A hundred and thirteen degrees.
My temperature. The one I always use.
Ryan had always said it was scalding. In five years of marriage I must have reminded him a thousand times, but every time he showered, the dial stayed parked at his lukewarm ninety-eight. Not once had he turned it back.
Tonight, the temperature was right.
Which meant only one thing: the last person to use this shower wasn't him.
I wrapped myself in a towel and leaned against the bedroom doorframe. "So," I said, keeping my voice light. "Since when do you think about your wife?"
The man in the bed blinked, then grinned and snapped me a textbook salute. "Yes, ma'am. Won't happen again, ma'am. I'll always remember from now on."
I didn't say a word. I turned and went back into the bathroom.
As the steam slowly cleared, two pairs of handprints surfaced on the glass shower door, one over the other.
One large pair, one small. The fingertips of the small pair sat a good few inches below where mine would reach.
And caught in the drain was a single strand of hair—long, straight, black, glossy as satin.
My hair is short and honey-blond.
Credit where it's due: they'd gotten creative.
Swallowing the nausea rising in my throat, I took a photo and sent it to my cousin Riley. She was a senior at West Point, majoring in cybersecurity.
Long straight black hair. About 5'1".
Find her and I'll give you five thousand dollars.
She answered in seconds:
On it. Let's see who this little home-wrecker is.

My best friend Sophie has a rich dad, a romance-novel addiction, and Daddy’s black card.

I have student loans and three part-time jobs.

So when Sophie decided to live out every love story she’d ever read, she hired me to play the villainess.

The mean girl who corners the class genius? Me. The spoiled heiress who won’t leave the campus heartthrob alone? Also me. Ten bucks per cringey text. Cash up front.

Easiest money I ever made.

Except the heartthrob never answered my fake flirting. He only answered when I accidentally told him the truth.

Now Sophie’s on romance number three, a bad boy with a Ducati, and I’m in a back alley in black eyeliner, pretending to slap her so he can swoop in and save her.

He doesn’t show.

Her last two heroes do.

The genius smirks. “Well, well. If it isn’t the two women who once loved me to death.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” the heartthrob says, and he’s not looking at Sophie. He’s looking at me. “That’s the gorgeous rich girl who swore she’d marry me.”

I was paid to be his worst nightmare.

Nobody paid me to fall for him.

No one has ever cleared Wish.
The Boss twists every wish into death.
I should have died first.
Instead, I kissed him.
After that, everyone who hurt me died. The other players called me the Boss's secret wife—and pointed a gun at my head.
To survive, I must uncover his past and make one final wish.
Get it wrong, and I'll be erased.
Get it right, and I may bring the monster back to life.

I am Ian McLeod, heir to the Werewolf clan, Alpha.

I disguised myself as an ordinary guard and worked as a servant in my family's castle for a year.

Her name is Ella, and she's a Luna. She said she loves me, that my pheromones are special, and that she doesn't care who I am.

On the night of the full moon, in front of the entire clan, she chose a Beta adjutant.

That Beta made me kneel down and apologize; she knelt down and begged me to mark her.

I laughed.

A fallen kingdom and a hidden prince that could lead to the Birth of an Empire. Thus is the Legend of Elric Vellen. Will the sacrifice his father made on the day of his birth be in vain or will he be able to reclaim what was lost. Only time will tell.

This is a story full of magic, dragons, blood, and steel with a bit of mild r18 that is relevant to the story's plot and used to spice up the dry lore and world building arcs.

Our story begins with Elric's birth and the siege of his homeland and follows his escape to an unknown land in his mother's arms. Were he is given into the care of a kind old man an quickly grows into a budding hero.

After finding out that her husband had cheated on her, she decided to leave him and start a new life, three years later, she has returned and no longer the submissive wife, she has come to take her kids but what she didn't expect was the unfortunate turn of event that whisked her into the life of drama, revenge, list, betrayal and heartache.

After escaping the brutalities of her pack, the rogue she-wolf is only interested in protecting those she cares for. While protecting the innocents during a royal raid, she runs into a wolf claiming to be the Alpha King and worse yet, he claims she is his Mate. She barely escaped that life alive and has been living as a human since she was a teenager and no one was going to make her go back.

Little did she know how much both worlds need her to bring peace and true freedom.

Being the middle Child ignored and neglected, rejected by family and injured, She receives her wolf early and realizes she is a new type of hybrid but doesn't know how to control her power, she leaves her pack with her best friend and grandmother to go to her grandfather's clan to learn what she is and how to handle her power and then with her fated mate, her best friend and her fated mate little brother and grandmother start their own pack.

"It was a mistake Everly, I never wanted any of this to happen, the sex, the pregnancy" she remarked.

"Don't call it a mistake; you had a choice; you could have gone home instead of staying and hanging out with him, you could have refused to drink with him, but instead you stuffed yourself and got drunk.You had the option, but you chose this"

"And I regret it, Everly, I regret every single second of that day," Brielle sobbed.

Everly Carter finally thought she had gotten the luxurious life she had dreamt of endlessly for herself when she killed her best friend, Brielle in a heated argument when she found out that she was pregnant for her boyfriend Devan Hunter, and agreed to get into a contracted marriage with Her Billionaire Boss, Leo Walton, who caught her in the act.

She thought the betrayal from her best friend and Devan had catapulted her into a future she had always wished for, not knowing Leo Walton, her contracted husband is not what he seemed to be.

Will Everly be able to tame the wild billionaire beast Leo, who treated her like she doesn't exist, or will she get tired and crawl back to her Ex, whom she once left devastated?

It's the year 2063 and the whole world stood in fear awaiting the impact of the approaching comet which scientist believed its impact will have significant changes in the whole world.
Simultaneously, another strange signal was discovered transmitting from one remote village in Nigeria; a democratic republic located in West Africa.
The special America intelligence unit quickly arranged a three men squad to visit the area and find out what is transmitting and it's connection with the approaching comet. On landing at the venue some hours later, the squad were amazed to discover that the only object of reverence on the location was a Scepter that was believed belong to a mythological Demigod.

The sect of aliens known as the hurras invaded the earth with the aim of destroying humanity for there atrocities against mother earth. To them , human are destroying a place that have been existing even before they were created. Through pollution, deforestation, hatred and bloodshed, human seemed to be moving towards self destruction, they are here to make it quick. There first mission is to destroy the Scepter

"On. Your. Knees."
"Do it, Yvette," my tone held finality, but almost sounded like a plea.
"Tsk tsk, Knox, my boy. You better watch daddy cum or no deal for you."
"Please, Mr. Christopher," Yvette's voice finally broke after the long silence. "Anything but this,"
"Shhhh…"
I peered from my side to see my father position himself between Yvette's legs.
"You won't know a better experience after—"
"Enough!" I snapped, rising to my feet.
"Sit back down, boy," he threatened.
I ignored him completely while helping Yvette down from his desk.
"I am talking to you, Knox!" He snapped. "This is your only chance to get everything stated in your mother's will."
I ignored him.
"You just breached a necessary condition in this deal, Knox. Don't tell me you have feelings for this slut—"
I slapped him twice as hard as he slapped Yvette earlier before he could finish his sentence.
"You won't call her a slut or lay a fucking finger on her ever again," I lowered my voice while my eyes imprinted the seriousness of my words into his.
Hell!
"You dare to raise your hand at me because of her? I will make you pay heavily for this."
I smirked without uttering a word. If only he knew how badly I wanted to devour him right now.
"Touch her again, and we'll see who pays dearly for what."


Yvette Morgan would do anything to save her dying mother. Anything. Even sign her mind, soul and body over to a man she doesn't know.
Knox Luther doesn't do feelings. He does strategy. And Yvette— desperate, fierce and unknowingly irresistible, is the perfect instrument for burning his father's world to the ground. The arrangement is never supposed to feel like anything until it feels like everything. Whose walls will crack first, and whose will crumble the hardest?
WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes and very mature content. If you enjoy dark romance with morally grey characters, intense passion and heart-wrenching tension, then, welcome and happy reading!

Tali had spent her entire life in hell.

Rescued by men who call themselves Protectors—warriors from another realm who embody the legends of angels and vampires—she is thrust into a world she never knew existed. For the first time, she experiences freedom, safety, and the possibility of a future.

But freedom comes with a price.

Tali is forced to face the father she believed abandoned her and a powerful council determined to use her for their own ends. Stranger still are the abilities awakening within her—powers no one understands, yet everyone seems desperate to control.

As she learns to trust, she chooses the mates destined to stand beside her. In their arms she finds love, devotion, and a family worth fighting for. But not everyone wants their bond to survive.

When the council betrays the Protectors and attempts to steal her newborn son, it ignites a war that will shake every realm.

Now Tali stands at the center of a conflict far greater than herself. The answers to ancient mysteries, the fate of her child, and the future of countless worlds all rest on her shoulders.

Surrounded by mates who love her fiercely and refuse to leave her side, Tali will battle enemies old and new, forge powerful alliances, and discover just how strong she truly is.

Because this war won't be won for her.

It will be won with her.

And together, they will fight for their future, their family, and a love worth crossing realms to protect.

He died 49 times to earn one free life.
Now the man who cannot be killed is coming for the gods who played with his soul.
Six hidden labs. Six immortal brothers still in chains.
One war that will leave continents scarred and kings in ashes.
There are no more respawns.
Only revenge.

Step into a world of forbidden pleasures with this collection of taboo erotica short stories.
Each story explores desires that society whispers about but rarely admits secret obsessions, forbidden encounters, and irresistible temptations that push every boundary.
From stolen touches to dangerous liaisons, every tale drips with heat, seduction, and daring passion.
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"Have you ever done this before?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I hesitate, my breath catching as he steps closer, his presence overwhelming.
"Good," he murmurs, his touch sending heat through my body. "Because tonight, you're mine."
"Turn around, princess."
This collection features intense passion, forbidden relationships, and reverse harem dynamics, exploring desires you may have never dared to imagine.
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Pour a glass of wine, get comfortable, and prepare for a journey into temptation.

Warning: This collection features intense age-gap romances, powerful chemistry, and relationships that challenge expectations. Read at your own discretion.
One hundred nights. One hundred temptations. One hundred unforgettable sparks.
In this bold and emotionally charged collection, desire defies convention and passion refuses to be ignored. Age differences heighten the tension, forbidden attractions test self-control, and undeniable chemistry pushes boundaries in ways neither heart can resist.
From commanding men who should know better to strong, curious women drawn to what they cannot have, 100 Nights of Forbidden Fire explores relationships that blur the line between restraint and surrender. Whether it’s the magnetic pull of the older neighbor, the dangerous allure of a powerful boss, or a connection society might question but the heart cannot deny, each story delivers high-stakes romance and smoldering intensity.
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This novel is inspired by the Chinese Danmei novels, and the romance is between two men.Cloudsoar City is a place for crouching tigers and hidden dragons. It is a place where all species, be it beasts, humans, demons, or spirits, come to seek out a better life.In this city, one has to fight to gain what they want and oppose or succumb to a faction of the princes that compete for the throne. Intrigues and selfish desires alleviated their strength, but to navigate through these schemes one needs an astute mind and a ruthless personality.Luo Xiao appeared in Cloudsoar City together with Jiang Yao, ready to experience what big city life was like, only to realize that not everything that shine was gold.Attending the Cloudsoar Royal Academy, Luo Xiao finds himself caught up in the fight for the throne, he finds people who wish to use him for their own benefits, but amongst these people, he also finds warmth and friendship. Slowly he understands that if he wishes to be by Jiang Yao's side he cannot stay as a silent and naive young man. However, will the change in his personality be for the better or for the worse?