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My wife and in-laws have been acting strange lately.

They've always hated the Texas farm, but now they suddenly care about me and the ranch.

My wife, who used to complain about me spending money on the "doomsday bunker" farmhouse project, is now actually encouraging me to complete it.

They even say I've been working too hard and bought me a plane ticket to Mexico.

Just as I'm about to take the ticket, a barrage comment appears before my eyes—

【Don't go! Your wife has been reborn from the apocalypse—she wants you to die out there!】

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

My name is Grace Lawson. In everyone’s eyes, I’m a young, beautiful, and widely renowned hypnotist.
I’m also the girlfriend and cooperative partner of Adrian Carter, a rising star in the business world.
Lovers and partners—we raked in money together, winning big and shining bright.
In just three years—one thousand days and nights—I stood by him from nothing to everything, through every storm.
And yet, even with love and profit working well together, he still wouldn’t bring up marriage.
Until I happened to hear him say:
“A woman like Grace Lawson isn’t suited to be a wife.”
“Who knows if the love I feel for her is just one of her schemes?”
Later, I broke my promise and hypnotized him.
That was when he finally got scared—when he understood my hypnosis could make him willingly do anything.
But I only said softly: “Adrian Carter, close your eyes… Forget me. Forget me completely.”

"Ellis," I followed Ellis' gaze, and he was staring at the woman behind me.
"Mate,"
My knees weakened as Ellis whispered the words. I took a step back.
"Ellis, baby," I regained composure and went to him in an attempt to get his attention.
"Mate," he whispered again, ignoring me and looking at Charlotte. I could barely breathe, and all I did was step aside. Ellis took steps forward to her and slowly cupped Charlotte's crying face with trembling hands.
"Hello, mate,"
No, no, no. I silently begged the moon goddess to wake me from this nightmare...


Love Chasia is heartbroken when her boyfriend of ten years finds his mate and chooses her, forgetting the promise he made to stay by her side forever.
The best and only option for her is to leave and never see him again, but what happens when she discovers she's pregnant?
Five years later, they meet in a way they didn't expect. Now, he is her new boss. The passion, love, and lingering feelings they thought were buried come back with full force, especially now that she works in his company.

"I, Alpha Connor Tomson, reject you, Elara Silvius, as-" he stops, and a wicked smile forms on his full lips, " I won't reject you. You'll carry around the bond and get to suffer with it. It is payback for what your mother did to my sister," He sneers. 
Am I imagining this? What the fuck is happening right now. I can't speak. I'm too shocked. The room is spinning, and my heart is pounding against my chest...


Alpha Connor has one thing he wants more than anything. To make the family responsible for his sister's death pay. He plans to kidnap and torture their beloved daughter, Elara, and it seems luck is on his side when he finds out she's his mate.
Elara is beautiful and strong but the strenuous treachery from her mate crippled her heart, Alpha Connor slept with another woman to cause her pain. Gathering her strength, she decides to run from his pack, However, she did not expect to meet Zuriel a man who made her heart beat faster and faster since she was a child.
Zuriel's heart is cold and isolated from the world. He is dangerous, broken, and the only one of his kind, He meets Elara when he is about to plummet fully into darkness. No one has ever changed him but her. Elara is rebellious and tests his patience, but he opens up to her.
However, everything gets complicated when Elara's mate appears in her life, and Zuriel's dark. concealed past catches up to him.

"I reject you as my mate and future Luna!"
"I have done nothing wrong. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Our connection will bring about the return of darkness to the kingdom."


From a young age, her pack was destined for extinction, and as she grew older, she faced rejection from her fated mate, leaving everyone convinced that she would bring calamity.
Disheartened, she decided to leave the place that let her down and embarked on an incredible journey of self-discovery.
Will she forgive him for everything when her alpha mate regrets his decision and seeks to win her back?

When Mae, a poor girl and a common thief tries to steal from the pockets of Alpha Alcot, the most fearsome and dangerous man in the entirety of Black Wolf pack, she gets caught and the only way she can be spared from her punishment is to work as a servant in the Alpha's Quarters. One thing she does not know is that this dangerous man is infact, the anonymous stranger whose letters had comforted her during her bad days.

Now, with Alcot's scarred face and heart, his dominating mother, a power thirsty luna he is married to and an obsessed admirer, Mae would have to choose between fighting for her heart's desires or keeping safe and alive in this blood-thirsty tower.

Betrayal, disgust, and heartbreak were what Julia felt as she stared at her husband and best friend together in bed.

That night, she left the house to start afresh but she was raped in her drunk state and it didn't end there. She found out a month later that she was pregnant with the bastard's child.

Her whole world came crumbling before her but she struggled to pick herself back up. She gave birth to her triplets and they gave her all the joy she ever wanted.

Just as she was getting accustomed to her new life, her ex husband showed up all of a sudden, begging for a second chance.

© Tricia

“I, Alpha Damian Blackwood, reject you, Arielle Slyden, as my mate.” You are not my mate, Arielle. You never were, and don't think the night we shared together meant anything to me.” Alpha Damian yelled at me as I stared at him in shock, his forest green eyes had no remorse or emotion in them. My chest pinched at me causing tears to fill my eyes but I refused to let him see how much effect he had on me.


One reckless night of passion on her eighteenth birthday became a curse that would haunt her. When Arielle's mate bond manifested, it cruelly tied her to Alpha Damian—her crush's older brother, and the man who had disappeared without a trace after claiming her innocence.

Arielle is caught between two brothers, one who owns her soul but refuses to be her mate, and the other whose forbidden kiss she craves.

What happens when Arielle discovers the one that had refused to claim her as his mate had marked her to be bound to him forever!!

Arielle gets tangled in a dangerous game of lust, and both brothers' interest in her might run deeper than desire. And their dark secrets might destroy her before she learns the truth.

On her eighteenth birthday, Isabella expected freedom. Instead, she was sold by her uncle to Hell's pit—the Devil’s underworld where men fight to death and women suffer fates far worse.

Being a wolfless omega in this den of monsters should have been her death sentence. Until she met him. Alessandro De Luca, the most feared Mafia Lord and King Of The South.

Alessandro never expected to find his mate in the last place imaginable—Hell’s pit. Isabella's dormant wolf suddenly awakens, revealing her as a rare dominant omega, making her both precious and hunted. Now, he'll wage war against the pit's corrupt council to claim her.

As their passionate bond deepens and Isabella carries his heirs, a dark plot threatens to tear them apart.

What happens when Isabella is kidnapped and her and her unborn pups' lives are in danger and to save her Alessandro must give up everything he has worked for?

In Hell's pit, love comes with a price. And someone is about to pay in blood.

Betrayed by the one she trusted most, Aurora, the vampire queen, met her end at the hands of her lover. In her final moments, she desperately pleaded with the moon goddess for another chance at life.

But fate has a twisted sense of humour—she awakens as an Omega, a mere slave. As she plans to run away,Her path takes an even darker turn when Alpha Jason, her ex-lover who ended her life, becomes her unexpected savior.

Now she must get her close to the Alpha and take her revenge on him, as they both guard secrets that could shatter their worlds. In a pack where even whispers of the vampire queen are forbidden, how long can Aurora survive when her enemies are out for her?

What happens when secrets are unravelled and love starts to blossom again? Will Aurora be able to survive the perilous journey ahead?

When Camilla and Raphael cross paths again after being divorced for five years, he discovers that they have a daughter together.
Camilla and Raphael are forced to come together to co-parent their child. As time goes by they realize that they still have feelings for each other. Will she give the man who once broke her heart a second chance or will they let her past stop their future?

“Put them on.” I took the dress and the underwear, then I wanted to go back to the bathroom, but she stopped me. It felt like my heart stopped for a second when I heard her order. “Get dressed here. Let me see you.” I didn't get what she meant at first, but when she stared at me with impatience, I knew I must do what she said. I opened my robe and put it on the white sofa next to me. Holding the dress, I wanted to put it on when I heard her again. “Stop.” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. “Put the dress on the sofa for a second and stand straight.” I did what she said. I stood there completely naked. She examined me from head to toe with her eyes. The way she checked my naked body made me feel terrible. She moved my hair behind my shoulders, gently running her index finger over my chest, and her gaze stopped at my breasts. Then she continued the procedure. Her gaze slowly moved down between my legs, and she looked at it for a while. “Spread your legs, Alice.” She squatted down, and I closed my eyes when she moved to see me from closer. I only hoped that she wasn’t a lesbian or something, but finally she stood up with a satisfied smile. “Perfectly shaved. Men are like that. I’m sure my son will like that too. Your skin is nice and soft, and you are muscular, but not too much. You are perfect for my Gideon. Put the underwear on first, then the dress, Alice.” I had many things to say, but I swallowed them back. I just wanted to escape, and that was the place and time, when I swore to myself I will succeed one time.

Alice is an eighteen-year-old, beautiful figure skater. Her career is just about to climax when her cruel stepfather sells her to a wealthy family, the Sullivans, to become the wife of their youngest son. Alice assumes that there is a reason a handsome man wants to marry a strange girl, especially if the family is part of a well-known criminal organisation. Will she find the way to melt the ice cold hearts, to let her go? Or will she be able to escape before it’s too late?

"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!

Veda Ahuja is a strikingly beautiful and intelligent woman, known for her feisty spirit, Strongwill and kind heart. With her warm personality and sharp mind, she's the kind of person everyone wants to be around. But for five years, her life has been overshadowed by the unrelenting gaze of one man.

Varun Sengar.

A warlord feared by many, desired by all, and ruled by none-except his obsession with Veda. Handsome, enigmatic, and utterly ruthless, Varun is a man of few words but overwhelming power. Despite the countless women vying for his attention, his heart beats solely for Veda, a love so consuming it borders on madness.

For five long years, Varun has stalked her every move, driven by an obsession that defies reason. His fixation has grown so intense that only his closest confidants know the depths of his madness, resorting to extreme measures to calm his dark rages.

But Veda wants nothing to do with him. When she got to know his family world, She now know what lies behind his striking looks and quiet demeanor-a dangerous man with blood on his hands, a man who lives by no rules but his own. Yet Varun's obsession is unyielding, threatening to ensnare Veda in a world of danger and desire she desperately wants to escape.

As their lives continue to collide, Veda must navigate the suffocating web of Varun's obsession while fighting to maintain her freedom. But how long can she resist the pull of a man who is willing to destroy anything-and anyone-to make her his?

I couldn't remember how I got to this forest. Why am I here? What did I do?
A child alone in the middle of the woods, unaware of what's happened.
"Where am I?" the she asks herself.
Looking around and there's a beautiful waterfall not far from where the girl was sitting, but there in the treeline large wolves run up to her and circle her. At first they don't know what to make of the girl, especially a random one in the middle of the woods. She remained sitting there looking at them while they suddenly run back into the forest, but than people walk back out.
"Who are you?" the male asks. The other wolves whisper, "She smells funny." "Where did she come from?" "She looks funny..."
The female walked up to her and knealed down to look her over. She froze for a moment before saying, "Honey she's freezing, but she doesn't seem to be injured. How did you come to be here child?"
"I don't know. I have no memory," the girl said looking down whimpering.

The Mystic Lunar Pack is the largest and oldest pack remaining in The American West. It is said they come from the Original Alpha's, the very first werewolves to be created. Each wolf had a good and a bad side and which ever one you nurture is the one to come out strongest.
These werewolves are a strong pack, but there is someone lurking in the shadows ready to take down the pack to destroy just one woman.
What is she? Human or werewolf? Why was she left with no one to care for her?
Maybe a certain Alpha will help with that and feel something after waiting so long for what is his...... to find out she's a Goddess.

WARNING: CLASSIFIED CONTENT

Filth Files is a compilation of high-heat, explicit erotic fiction intended for adults aged 18 and older.

This collection contains themes that some may find challenging or offensive, including but not limited to: extreme age gaps, power exchange, non-traditional family dynamics (taboo), and group encounters. The stories within are works of fiction intended to explore dark fantasies and boundary-pushing desires. All characters depicted in sexual acts are consenting adults.

This is not a love story. Filth Files is a raw excavation of the thoughts you’re too ashamed to admit you have when the lights go out. It is a curated collection of the intrusive, the "wrong," and the utterly depraved.

Read with discretion. You have been warned.

Carina is the Soul, one of the last members of a perishing race chased across space in search of a refuge.
Ishaan is a planetary councilor, tasked with the examination of the new species.
But when sparks fly between them and the evil finds them, what choice will they make to save everything?
Love in an Open Hand is created by Mia Davis, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Thriller writing at its best. Thriller enthusiasts who relish the precise execution of an international thriller, but who seek the psychological depth and believability of a protagonist who simultaneously fields professional and personal life challenges, will find this a gripping story that's hard to put down.”--Midwest Book Review, Diane Donovan (regarding Any Means Necessary)“One of the best thrillers I have read this year. The plot is intelligent and will keep you hooked from the beginning. The author did a superb job creating a set of characters who are fully developed and very much enjoyable. I can hardly wait for the sequel.”--Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Any Means Necessary)When nuclear waste is stolen by jihadists in the middle of the night from an unguarded New York City hospital, the police, in a frantic race against time, call in the FBI. Luke Stone, head of an elite, secretive, department within the FBI, is the only man they can turn to. Luke realizes right away that the terrorists’ aim is to create a dirty bomb, that they seek a high-value target, and that they will hit it within 48 hours.A cat and mouse chase follows, pitting the world’s most savvy government agents versus its most sophisticated terrorists. As Agent Stone peels back layer after layer, he soon realizes he is up against a vast conspiracy, and that the target is even more high value than he could have imagined—leading all the way to the President of the United States. With Luke framed for the crime, his team threatened and his own family in danger, the stakes could not be higher. But as a former special forces commando, Luke has been in tough positions before, and he will not give up until he finds a way to stop them—using any means necessary.Twist follows twist as one man finds himself up against an army of obstacles and conspiracies, pushing even the limits of what he can handle, and culminating in a shocking climax.A political thriller with heart-pounding action, dramatic international settings, and non-stop suspense, ANY MEANS NECESSARY marks the debut of an explosive new series that will leave you turning pages late into the night.Book #2 in the Luke Stone series is also now available!

Fate chose her.
Power made him refuse.
Ruby was never the Luna Troy wanted.
The girl with silver eyes and no wolf the pack whispered about behind her back. The girl he rejected publicly on the day that was supposed to be their wedding and mating ceremony, choosing pride and power over the bond that tied them together.
Humiliated before the entire pack, Ruby walked away from the man destined to love her.
And when Troy realized too late that rejecting her had been the biggest mistake of his life, Ruby refused to come back.
So on the day Ruby was supposed to marry another and finally start over, he stole her from her own wedding and forced her back into his world—back into a marriage she never wanted.
Now trapped beside the man who broke her heart, Ruby is no longer the weak girl Troy remembers. The years apart changed her. Hardened her. And the power inside her has grown into something the entire werewolf world fears.
A power strong enough to stop wars.
Strong enough to make kings kneel.
Suddenly, everyone wants a piece of her.
The council sees her as a weapon. Rival Alphas see her as a prize. Enemies lurking in the shadows want her power for themselves. And Troy, the man who once shattered her, will burn down the world before he lets anyone take her again.
But forced proximity only reopens old wounds.
Because beneath Ruby’s anger still lingers the bond neither of them escaped. Beneath Troy’s cruelty hides obsession, regret, and a dangerous love that has only grown more possessive with time.
Now caught between revenge and desire, freedom and fate, Ruby must decide if Troy deserves a second chance…
—or if the Alpha who ruined her should finally lose everything.

A short contemporary domestic-drama romance. Clean to sweet. Happily ever after.

My husband's family slid the folder across the table — sign here, family helps family, it's just a signature.

What they didn't know: I had almost three million dollars in an account none of them could find. I silenced the alert before the number could glow.

They think we're the broke ones. For four years they've bled the kindest man I know dry, dressing every demand up as love and cashing it. So I let them keep believing it — and I built a wall they will never see.

They're about to find out what happens when you spend a lifetime underestimating the quiet one.

And this time, I'm not the one who pays.

Three torturous years hauling bodies on the mortuary night shift, and I'd finally scraped together the cash for my brother Charles's heart transplant.
He just waved it off.
"My heart is fine. Mom and Dad didn't die in that gang war, either. I orchestrated the hit. You were the only casualty."
Nearby, my husband, Gerald, casually lit a cigar to deliver his own confession. "I never went bankrupt. 'Laying low' was just my excuse to avoid squeezing into that dingy funeral home dorm with you. I've been at the Long Island estate."
"I was going to punish you for another three years," Charles added, "but the stench of formaldehyde on you is nauseating. We couldn't take it anymore."
I froze, still clutching the credit card. Charles plucked the plastic from my numb fingers and shoved his phone screen in my face. A banking app stared back at me.
Balance: exactly zero.
"My name is still on the joint account," he sneered, tossing the card into the trash. "I drained it this morning. That blood money you made bagging stiffs is being handed out to street junkies as we speak. We'd never touch that filth."
Before the sheer absurdity of it could suffocate me, my parents walked in. Flanked by bodyguards, they kept their distance, eyeing me like a plague rat.
"You thought being the biological daughter gave you the right to ruthlessly bully Violet. We simply wanted to put you in your place."
"Swear you'll never cross Violet again, and you can remain a Falcone," my mother added coolly. "Otherwise, you're dead to us."
In the stifling silence that followed, my phone buzzed. A text from my oncologist.
[Mrs. Castello, the results are back. It's terminal. Do you consent to initiating the hospice and DNR protocols we discussed?]

The day my mother succumbed to complications during childbirth, her younger sister, Vanessa, wed my father.

Fifteen years later, I beheld my husband accompanying Vanessa as she tried on seductive lingerie.

In that moment, I understood—what she truly coveted was never my father, but rather all that my mother and I shared.

My mother perished during childbirth, a casualty of an illicit affair.

I vowed not to repeat that tragic cycle.

Then I returned home, removed my wedding ring, and left behind the divorce papers.

In a sleek design world split between polished appearances and buried cruelty, Mara Ellison has spent years trapped behind a voice no one wanted to hear. While her family rewrites her illness and her fiancé speaks over her in the name of love, stolen records, public humiliation, and old betrayals force her to reclaim her life. Quiet but cutting, this is a story of emotional abuse, identity theft, and hard-won selfhood—framed by rain-soaked streets, hospital corridors, cold glass conference rooms, and a woman finally stepping into the light with her own voice.

The day college decisions came out, my parents bought my twin sister a Porsche.
It was my eighteenth birthday too. Nobody brought it up. I stood in the doorway in my diner uniform while the whole room sang her name.
That night the four of them went out to dinner to celebrate her. The car only sat four, so my father handed me a hundred dollars and told me to order myself something at home.
Four days later, six thousand four hundred dollars vanished from my account. Two years of washing dishes, gone to her sorority dues. My mother's name was on the account, so it wasn't even illegal.
I didn't scream and I didn't beg. I went upstairs and clicked Accept on the full ride to MIT that had been sitting in my inbox for three days.
Nobody in that house ever wanted me. So I booked a one-way ticket, cut myself out of the family photo, and left my key on the shoe rack.
I wasn't coming back. Not for graduation. Not for any of them.

A horrific car crash left me paralyzed.
The doctors said I'd never walk again. With no family left, my Aunt Martha and Uncle Thomas took me to their isolated farmhouse.
They cared for me, promising their treatments would help me walk again. After everything I'd been through, I thought I'd finally found safety.
Until today, when the feeling in my legs suddenly came back—but something told me not to tell them.

They left me to freeze to death in our basement freezer.

The night before prom, my foster sister Leila came crying that I'd burned her Ivy League recommendation letter. My birth parents didn't even listen to one word of explanation—they threw me into that frozen hell in forty-five below.

I beat on that door until my fingers were shredded, screamed until my throat tore apart, but all I could hear from upstairs was their laughter celebrating Leila. Even Justin—the boy I'd loved since we were kids—texted calling me a fucking psycho.

As I drew my last breath, I heard Leila's soft voice outside the door: "Rest in peace, sister."

Now I'm a ghost, watching them lose their minds when the truth comes out.

When I was rushed to the ER with food poisoning, I heard the doctor shout, "We need to pump her stomach, now!"
But my mother, Catherine, calmly stopped the doctor's hand.
"No hurry," she said coldly. "Give her a sedative first."
My brother Austin panicked. "Mom! If you don't detox her, she could die!"
But my mother's voice was ruthless, low and sharp:
"If she dies, she dies. As long as her uterus is still warm, that's all that matters."
"Did you forget our plan? Sarah's transplant surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. If Elena wakes up now, what if she runs away?"
"Our priority is keeping her uterus safe for Sarah—not saving her life."
In that moment, the burn in my stomach was nothing compared to the chill in my heart.
I forced my eyes open and saw my brother—the one who'd always protected me—hesitate for a moment, then slowly let go of my hand.
"...Okay. You're right, Mom. Saving Sarah comes first."
The moment I closed my eyes, I made a decision: If I survived, this life would never belong to this family again.

My parents and twin sister faked their own deaths so she could steal my college acceptance.

I believed it. Sobbed until I couldn't breathe when the cops showed me photos of the burnt yacht. Thought my words—"I hope you all die"—had somehow made it happen.

Two weeks later, I found my sister's backup Instagram: "Finally ditched the boring sister! Bahamas is paradise 🏖"

Something inside me snapped.

Wanna play dead? Stay dead.

I took their death certificates. Canceled their social security numbers. Drained every joint account—every last cent. Sold the house to John, the kind of guy even cops don't mess with.

One month later, they came home tanned and loaded with designer bags, expecting to find me broken on the streets.

What greeted them instead were cold gun barrels pointed at their heads.

“Dad… please… help me…” I pleaded, my shattered ribs piercing my lungs, blood soaking the stretcher.
But Richard, the hospital's top surgeon and my biological father, didn't even glance at me. Instead, he rushed to the next bed.
“Don't be afraid, Chloe. I'm here,” he cooed to his stepdaughter, who merely had a tiny scratch on her arm. “Get the best equipment over here now!” he roared.
As the heart monitor flatlined and my soul left my broken body, I realized the chilling truth: in the choice between life and death, my father gladly let me die.

I am a hero. The saint's husband.
A country boy chosen by the temple.
I fight, I fight, I fight.
All for the saint, for the temple.
But it wasn't until I was drained of blood and dying on the altar that I finally heard clearly what the saint and her childhood sweetheart were saying:
"If you become a hero and marry the saint, you'll have to surrender your soul to the temple. I don't want you to lose your soul."
"Then let's just find some country boy to be the hero. It won't matter if he dies."
Oh, so that's how it is.
You should have said so earlier.
I can defeat the Demon Lord just fine without the saint.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the wedding ceremony.
This time, someone else should be on the altar.

On the third day of the outbreak, I sat in my company’s executive conference room, gripping the red toy car I bought for my six-year-old son.

Outside the door were zombies filling the building. Beside me were six executives still breathing only because I was.

They wanted meetings. They wanted to wait for rescue. They wanted to chain me with morality.

But I wanted one thing—my son was still in daycare. Three days. No one went for him.

At dawn, I opened the door they’d barricaded shut.

I can shoot. I can clear a path. I will carve my way through to bring him back.

Anyone who stands in my way dies.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

Silver poisoning struck, and my mother's life hung by a thread.
I knelt and begged my partner Selene to use the 100,000 gold coins from our war spoils to purchase Moonlight Holy Water, but she coldly refused with a sneer: "An ordinary silver poison patient isn't worth wasting resources on." She then turned and spent 80,000 coins on a necklace for her male lover.
My mother died in my arms as I ground my teeth and swallowed my tears of blood.
But when the patrol came to collect the body, she finally discovered—the one sent to be buried deep in the mass grave wasn't my mother at all, but her own biological mother.
She had personally buried her own mom!

The chieftainess returned from the poisonous fog with a swollen belly.
She announced that she carried the child of a god—a child who would bring hope to the entire base.
Only I knew that what she bore was no divine offspring, but a demon that would devour every soul in the base.
Because in my previous life, I was the one it had gnawed to death, alive...

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

Caution: This book contains dark romance, mature themes, and emotionally intense relationships.
Wet Desires An Erotica Collection is a collection of seductive and emotionally charged stories where passion blurs the line between love and temptation. In a world where desire often comes at a cost, each tale explores the fragile balance between control and surrender.
Behind closed doors and hidden truths, characters are drawn into complicated relationships filled with longing, secrets, and undeniable attraction. Nothing is simple, especially when the heart and desire refuse to follow the rules.
Dark, addictive, and emotionally gripping, this collection pulls readers into a world where every touch has consequences, and every choice leaves a mark.

Her father broke her ribs. Her sister stole her powers. And her fated mate?
"You are worthless now. I can reject you and have you thrown out of my pack. I am sure your father would not want a rejected child back in his pack, would he?"
Hayley, the most powerful hybrid ever, discovers that her extraordinary abilities cannot earn her love or respect. Her older sister Elena, consumed by jealousy, steals her powers just after she becomes mated to the Alpha. Lance, who once rejoiced at being mated to such a powerful hybrid, is now disappointed when he sees Hayley powerless. He perceives her as weak and wants nothing to do with her.
But Hayley is far stronger than anyone realizes. As she faces betrayal, jealousy, and dangerous enemies—including vampires and witches—her courage and power grow. Lance begins to see the depth of strength and love within his mate. Can he overcome his pride and finally give Hayley the love and recognition she deserves before it is too late?

Elena Cross has spent her life being the perfect daughter, the obedient wolf. Bound to Damon Vance by an ancient blood pact—she's resigned herself to a loveless fate.

Until one frozen night changes everything.

After he got into a fight over another woman, Elena bailed him out. But he left her on the side of the road in a blizzard, fifteen degrees below zero. Elena's body was shutting down when a black luxury car pulled over.

Caleb Vance. Damon's despised half-brother.

Possessive fury burned in his eyes. "You'd rather freeze to death than risk crossing a line?" he growled, lifting her from the snow as if she weighed nothing. His scent wrapped around her, warmer than any flame.

While Damon sleeps with another woman, Caleb carries Elena to his bed.

One is a union bound by blood pact, the other a fated impulse. How will Elena choose?

Elea Jemima is a young girl who likes music. Even though she has a hoarse voice she is very confident in singing, especially her favorite song which she covers by a solo idol named Drex Ethan, or D.E. Lea is a history major college student, who prefers likes skipping classes. But even so, she always gets an A on every test because she is very good at memorizing whatever book she reads. Elea, who is crazy about Drex, even skips school to watch a concert. Lea can even track where her idol is staying, and where he goes and secretly follow him. Drex Ethan, a handsome idol who has a melodious voice and a perfect face, has a very haughty nature toward his fans. But his amazing face makes the women crazier with him. D.E. only occasionally smiled and seldom did a fan meeting for more than an hour, that's why Elea, who was late for the new album signing event, was desperate to sneak. However, when she infiltrate she saw a big black wolf sitting on the idol's chair in the dressing room. Lea was very hysterical, she ran screaming because apart from being allergic to dog hair, she was also afraid of that kind of creature. The worst thing is that this time it wasn't the dog that was chasing her, but the wolf. The big black wolf! Elea ran until she was pinned in a quiet room, the wolf jumped quickly and cornered her there. With her own eyes, Lea saw that the wolf had turned into the human form she knew. A special idol that she is crazy about. Yes! The wolf is a Lycan, and he is Drax Ethan!

"Strip," he ordered, voice rough. "Slowly. Let me see what belongs to me."
"All of it."
Content Warning (18+) Explicit adult erotica featuring Daddy kink, reverse dynamics, BDSM, and taboo fantasies. All Yours is a collection of irresistible stories where desire, control, and obsession collide.
Part One-The Daddy Diaries-dives into chapters of power exchange, strict Daddies, dominant Mommas, and thrilling role reversals.
Part Two explores forbidden passions, possessive lovers, and fantasies you've been craving. Some rules are made to be followed. Others...broken.

Three years after her wedding day, Vanessa remains a virgin. Her sickly, cruel husband, the Duke of Tarrick demands she produces an heir with a man of his choosing.
Vanessa’s choices are narrowing every day. To refuse leaves her penniless and alone for when the cruel Duke dies his estate passes elsewhere.
To submit would see her honor surrendered to the new stablehand Fitz. His sparkling green eyes might match her husband, but his cocky, arrogant attitude riles her. He sees no value in her titles and riches, seeking only to enjoy life’s opportunities. Including sleeping with a famously beautiful Duchess.
The added risk of snooping on servants and family scandal suggests Vanessa should stick to her husband's strict rules and simply endure what has been arranged.
But what if giving away her honor to such a casual rogue is the spark that makes her bland world finally explode into life?

Note: Explicit, erotic content. Not for readers younger than 18 please.

    “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy.
      “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.
     “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn.
     I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.
    I was about unhooking it but then he interfered.
    “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me.
      “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head.
     My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

Chloe Warner found out her fiance Derek is cheating on her cousin Sophia not long ago before their wedding. Her cousin is pregnant because she is so jealous of Chloe. Chloe calls off the wedding but her family pushes Derek into a marriage with the pregnant Sophia. Chloe runs away and drinks. She spent a night with a stranger in a hotel and a couple of weeks later found out that she is pregnant too. She can't keep it because her family chases her away with no money. Luckily the man who shared a night with her looking for her. The man turned out Mason Russell a very powerful Alpha. He makes a deal with Chloe to keep her baby and give birth. She will become his partner and they will fall in love with each other. Their relationship starts because of the baby but after turned out they love each other. They will fight against some enemy side by side.

For the three years since I returned to the Hart family, I had always been the wildly out-of-place “burden.”

Vivienne, the family’s beloved fake heiress, broke a contract on her own and provoked a local gang. She was taken hostage and tortured in an abandoned auto repair shop.

To save his precious sister, my brother, Ryan, did not hesitate to trade me to the gang in exchange for Vivienne.
“She’s a movie star, and you’re just a useless nobody. It’s only natural for you to take her place and suffer a little.”
He looked coldly at the gang members who were eyeing me like hungry wolves, and violently shoved me toward them.
“Tonight, she belongs to you.”

Right before they dragged me away, I managed to call my husband, Alex, begging for help. But he rejected me ruthlessly, acting as if my plea was some cheap scam:
“Stop playing the victim. Why would they ever hurt you? Hurry up and clean up this mess. Don't let a girl like Vivienne face those thugs all by herself.”

Bang.
The heavy iron doors of the gang’s hideout slammed shut.
There were no negotiations. What greeted me was a merciless rain of fists, my clothes brutally torn to shreds, and the blinding flashes of cameras.
Amidst the ultimate degradation, they took photos of me, pinched my jaw, and violated my dignity over and over again.

At 4:00 AM, I was tossed out onto the street in front of my own house like a piece of discarded trash.
Upon dragging myself inside, Vivienne immediately began dropping hints to the family, implying that I was the one who tricked her into signing the illegal gang contract.
My family cursed me, telling me to drop dead.
My heart plummeted into a bottomless abyss of darkness. Numbly swallowing the bloody foam pooling in my mouth, I let out a hoarse, broken laugh.

“Since my return was a mistake from the very beginning…”
“Then why didn’t they just let me die?”

At 17, I saved William from the black market.
At 22, he crossed half the globe to marry me with two million dollars.
I built his empire for him, turning him into the biggest arms dealer in the Americas.
Then Karen appeared, and our seven years turned to ashes.
I finally saw the truth:
The roses he gave me were the ones Karen had rejected.
His so-called love was nothing but a hypocritical act for money.
To him, I was just a prop for show, a tool for his business, and a machine for sex.

Six months ago, my parents started fostering a girl named Lila Mercer.
Six months ago, Mom repainted the guest room and strung fairy lights over the bed. My room still has the same furniture I've had since I was twelve.
Six months ago, Dad started coming home for Sunday dinner. Not for me. I'd been eating alone at the counter for years by then.
Six months ago, Mom posted a photo of the two of them at the farmers market. Caption: our family is growing. I saw it during third period and locked my phone hard enough to crack the case.
So when I picked up the family iPad tonight and a notification popped up from an app I didn't recognize, I wasn't shocked. Just tired of being right.
The app was called Beacon.

I was dead, and the whole world was celebrating for my sister.

For twenty-two years, I had been the hardest-working but most invisible daughter in the Sterling family, forever living in the shadow of my gymnastics prodigy sister.

Running a high fever, I begged my family to take me to the hospital, only to hear: "Don't you DARE ruin Bella's award ceremony!"

When I was tricked into the abandoned equipment room and used my last breath to call my boyfriend while lying in a pool of blood, all I heard was: "Grace, quit the drama! Bella's accepting her award on stage!"

On stage, thunderous applause erupted as Bella lifted the "Young Gymnast of the Year" trophy.

And I drew my final breath.

When they returned home triumphant, thinking I had run away in a tantrum, they had no idea I was already dead right under their noses.

There are no unmated males in our pack.
Every she-wolf in Hollowfen is promised to someone when she turns eighteen. We just don't get to know who until we walk into the Choosing Hall.
Girls go in wearing white. They come out flushed, shaking, barely able to stand. Some laugh. Some cry. None of them talk about what happens inside.
My sister Thessaly turned eighteen this spring. Gran told her she couldn't attend the Choosing.
She went anyway. She came back on shaking legs, with blood between her thighs and a smile she couldn't wipe off her face.