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She was betrayed by her own blood… and loved by thieves. Framed for dark magic and left to die after watching her mother murdered, healer Sabrina is captured by a ruthless band of scavengers. Among them is Kael, a strong and daring warrior who falls for her at first sight. In their world of danger and heists, she finally finds acceptance — and a passionate love she never expected.
But their greatest score leads them straight back to her homeland: the Fallen Grove.
What they find is a nightmare — a deserted village, an enraged ancient dragon poisoning the lands, and Priestess Huruna ruling with a stolen relic that enslaved the beast.
Now Sabrina must make the ultimate choice:
Stand with the man she loves and help plunder her homeland…
Or fight beside the people who betrayed her to stop Huruna, tame the dragon, and save the village that once tried to kill her?
In a dying world, one healer’s heart will decide between love and vengeance.

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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Wanted By None, Needed By Both.

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.

SOLD AS THE ALPHA’S MISTRESS
"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.

Freya Gladiolus is a young orphan girl who grew up neglected in her pack and treated like she was less human but her not-so-graceful status changed on her eighteenth birthday.
On the night of the full moon, Freya found out that her mate was the Alpha of her pack with a light heart and hopefulness. Freya thought her life had changed, not knowing it was just getting worse.
Freya was rejected brutally by her mate who reminded her of her low status and said she was not meant to be his mate…a neglected orphan girl but she was also rejected by her mate.
But can the moon goddess ever be wrong?
But what was going to be Freya's fate, when the moon goddess gave her a second chance at happiness, mating to the most powerful Alpha on the continent? Was her suffering going to get exonerated or he was also her nemesis?
And what was going to be her fate when she learned about the prophecy about her?
Delve into the story to read about the Tale Of Freya, The Scorned Luna.

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.

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.​​​

Three years ago, Sierra Vale watched the man she loved most die.
Her father’s murder was ruled a robbery gone wrong, but Sierra never believed it. The last warning he left behind was simple: Never trust Roman Cross.
So she infiltrates the Black Vipers under a false name, determined to get close to their ruthless president and uncover proof that he killed her father.
It turned out Roman knows exactly who she is.
He knows her real name. He knew her father. And he has been waiting for Sierra to come looking for answers.
When Roman reveals that her father was murdered—and that he knows who ordered the killing—Sierra’s entire world cracks open.
The deeper they dig, the more dangerous the truth becomes.
Someone inside the Black Vipers is leaking secrets. Someone close to Sierra betrayed her father. And the uncle who stood beside her at the funeral may have known far more than he ever admitted.
Now Sierra and Roman are forced into an uneasy alliance, even as attraction burns between them.
But Roman has one secret left.
He knows why Sierra’s father died.
And when Sierra finally discovers the truth, she may have to choose between the man she came to destroy and the family she thought she could trust.
Because the enemy she has been hunting was never Roman.
It was hiding in her blood.

"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."

WOLVES WERE THE ENEMY…

Everyone in town knew that. They hunted and killed all humans and that’s why we had surrounded ourselves with the wall.

To keep them out. To keep us safe.

Only I wasn’t safe, because I was pretty sure one was stalking me.

When he finally came for me, and dragged me away from my baby brother I knew my life would never be the same again.

I expected death, I even welcomed it because anything was better than living with them but what I didn’t expect was for there to be TWO OF THEM.

Two alpha werewolves , who both claimed I was theirs.
Theirs to command, theirs to use, theirs to break.

Thrust into a world I didn’t know, I only had one choice , succumb or be killed

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."

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

"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?

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.

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.

Sold out by my best friend to a high-born vampire coven, I was drained, slashed, and thrown into a subterranean dungeon to rot. For a year, I lived like a forgotten corpse—eating filth, nursing broken bones, and watching my humanity wither away in the pitch-black silence.
They thought I died down there. They were wrong.
Deep within my shattered soul, something ancient and terrifying woke up. I am the last of an extinct bloodline, a mind-weaver capable of bending immortal minds using lethal, dark shadow chants.
Now, I’ve crawled out of the grave with a fresh face and a cold, beautiful mask. My target? King Alexander Vampirizh, the ruthless tyrant who built his empire on human blood.
He thinks I’m just a sweet, helpless human to be possessed. He looks at me with consuming desire, unaware that every tender touch, every lingering glance, and every whisper I feed him is a thread tightening around his mind.
Let the King adore me. Let him drop his guard. Because the sweetest fangs aren't the ones in his mouth, they’re the silent words on my lips that will burn his kingdom to ash.

Getting pregnant by her boss after a one-night stand and suddenly leaving her job as stripper was the last thing Serena had hoped for, and to make matters worse he is the heir to the mafia.

Serena is calm while Christian is fearless and outspoken but somehow the two have to make it work. When Christian forces Serena to go through with a fake engagement she tries her hardest to fit in the family and the luxurious life the women live while Christian is fighting as hard as he can to keep his family safe, but everything takes a turn when the hidden truth about Serena and her birth parents comes out.

Their idea was to play pretend until the baby was born and the rule was to not fall in love, but plans don't always go as expected.

Will Christian be able to protect the mother of his unborn child?

And will they end up catching feelings for one another?

Play the BDSM game with the mafia triplets

"You were ours from the second we set eyes on you."

"I don't know how long it's going to take you to realize that you belong to us." One of the triplets said, yanking my head back to meet his intense eyes.

"You are ours to fúck, ours to love, ours to claim and use in any way we want. Isn't that right, darling?" The second one added.

"Y….yes, sir." I breathed.

"Now be a good girl and spread your legs, let's see what a needy little mess our words have made you." The third one added.


Camilla witnessed a murder made by masked men and luckily ran away. On her way to find her disappeared father, she crosses paths with the world's most dangerous mafia triplets who were the killers she met before. But she didn’t know it...

When the truth was revealed, she was taken to the triplets’ BDSM club. Camilla has no way to run, the mafia triplets would do anything to keep her as their little slut.

They are willing to share her but is she going to submit to the three of them?

Alpha werewolves should be cruel and merciless with unquestionable strength and authority, at least that’s what Alpha Charles Redmen believes and he doesn’t hesitate to raise his kids to be the same way.
Alpha Cole Redmen is the youngest of six born to Alpha Charles and Luna Sara Mae, leaders of the Red Fang pack. Born prematurely, Alpha Charles rejected him without hesitation as weak and undeserving of his very life. He is reminded daily of his father’s hatred for him paving the way for the rest of his family to become the same.
By adulthood, his father’s hatred and abuse towards him has spilled over into the rest of the pack making him the scapegoat for those with the sadistic need to see him suffer. The rest are simply too afraid to even look his way leaving him little in the way of friends or family to turn to.
Alpha Demetri Black is the leader of a sanctuary pack known as Crimson Dawn. It’s been years since a wolf has made their way to his pack via the warrior’s prospect program but that doesn’t mean he’s not looking for the tell tale signs of a wolf in need of help.
Malnourished and injured upon his arrival, Cole’s anxious and overly submissive demeanor lands him in the very situation he’s desperate to avoid, in the attention of an unknown alpha.
Yet somehow through the darkness of severe illness and injury he runs into the very person he’s been desperate to find since he turned eighteen, his Luna. His one way ticket out of the hell he’s been born into.
Will Cole find the courage needed to leave his pack once and for all, to seek the love and acceptance he’s never had?

Content Warning: This story contains descriptions of mental, physical and sexual abuse that may trigger sensitive readers. This book is intended for adult readers only.

Meet the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club….

When Taz was just a little girl, her family was killed and she barely survived. Raised by her uncle in the club, she abandoned them after an incident at the mother house. Circumstances bring her back to the Saints where she meets Riffraff, a single dad to a daughter attending school abroad.
Taz puts her life back together and finds that there can be more to life than just working and training for her next MMA fight. Including love and a family that she never thought that she would have. While training for her next big fight, she befriends a high school history teacher.

Evie moved to Massachusetts from Texas as a way of starting over after losing her husbands. On the third anniversary of their murders, she meets two Saints, Ink and Tank. Evie is a sub desperately seeking Doms to direct her life outside of the classroom. Ink and Tank discover that they were missing a part of them that the little Texan fills perfectly.
But just as they’re building a life and future together, Evie’s past comes back in the form of the ultimate former mother-in-law from hell.

Nessie is the niece of the club president on the run from an abusive ex. Hiding in the clubhouse known as the Shack, she finds comfort in the arms of one of the Saints. Knuckles is named for the tattoos on his fingers and the often-busted knuckles that he has.
Protect What’s Mine
Defend What’s Mine
But when Nessie’s ex catches up to her, can Knuckles protect and defend what is his? Or will it be the Scottish beauty who speaks to the dead that protects and defends the Saints?

Nessie makes a prediction that the club manwhore, Chance, will fall for a woman who doesn’t want him. And it will be fun to watch. He doesn’t believe it. There’s not a woman that he can’t seduce.
Except the new teacher at the daycare that the club just bought. She’s not impressed with him and calls him out on his actions. When he’s forced to look at himself, he discovers that she might be right. And she’s the only woman who isn’t falling under his spell.
Or is she?

These four women befriend Shiloh who opens a couple of stores that the teens in the club love. She finds a kindred spirit with Pagan, a brother who is a single dad to two little girls. But inner turmoil in her family puts his daughters at risk.

All through these stories, there are a few people to offer assistance and guidance. Molly and his pretties are always there to assist. But that’s another story….

•Mature Content•

Lycan prince Kaden Moretti is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, but that is until one day when he finds the injured angel in the forest--Isabelle Morgan who is supposedly his mate

Captived and kept away from civilization for her whole life, Isabelle knows nothing about the world. On her escape from her malicious captors, she finds herself getting exposed to a new yet dangerous world and worst of all she doesn't know her destination. Rescued by the handsome Lycan prince and being under his care, for once in her life she leans onto someone. But she doesn't know he's her mate, neither she understands the mate bond.

A beauty, timid and fearful of even the smallest things, fragile like a petal Kaden finds himself letting go of his hard exterior for the girl who seems to land within his arms from heaven itself. But Isabelle's captors aren't going to do stop chasing her, what will happen when the devils will begin chasing them? Will Kaden be able to save his Angel?

''Well, do you have something to say?''
A strapping, muscular naked man asked me as he sat across from me as I was also sitting there naked, half-submerged in this large tub of water.
''Don't worry, I won't bite you, baby...''
He said as he moved closer to me, pulling me into his lap and placing me on his leg.
''Wh-what is this, Master?'' I finally asked him as he handed me a small bar.
''I am not your Master,'' he snapped at me in a harsh tone.
''I am your Mate.''

After the death of Alasia's mother five years before, her stepfather used the trust given to her upon her mother's death to support his drinking habits.
Once he was broke and refusing to manage the one low-end job he had, he felt he was left with no other choice. He decided to sell his eldest stepdaughter in the event that he could get enough to move away, and therefore, take her younger brother along with him.
Alasia at the mere age of 16 is sold into slavery into the most fierce werewolf pack, The Crimson Caine, by her overzealous and abusive step-father.
How can she survive under the most ruthless and Alpha?
And what if she finds out she's his MATE?

Why Tech Billionaire Artemis Rhodes would post such a thing?!

"Everyone is talking about the hashtag that just went viral in less than a few hours. Nevertheless, this girl has become a mystery everyone wants to solve. In fact, we have pictures from several people who have seen the girl in person."

The screen of the phone is small but I catch several pictures of me flashing on the screen. This can't be happening!

You know that panic attack I had been pushing down? Well, that thing comes back with a vengeance. It feels like all the air is sucked out of me and my chest gets tight. My vision blurs and I register I'm falling just before things go dark.

"Relax Miss Riley, this is Mr. Rhodes a donor to our hospital. This woman is his fiancee. I'll take things from here." The doctor says and steps aside to let the nurse out.

I watch her scurry away before I focus on the doctor. He's an older man with white hair and a friendly face but he gives me weird vibes.

Wait...did he just say, fiancee?

"I'm sorry what did you say?" I ask.

"I have a proposition for you." The man says.

"A proposition for me? What do you mean?"

"A proposition? It means-"

I wave my hand. "Not that! I'm not an idiot. I mean what proposition?"

"I want you to marry me." He says with a straight face.

So I bet your wondering how a woman who lives in an abandoned train car ends up married to a big tech billionaire.

Well it's simple. We ran right into each other, locked eyes and the rest is history.

Okay, no that's not exactly how it happened. See Artemis Rhodes is in a pinch. He needs a bride by his next birthday...six days from now. So what does he do? He hunts me down like a crazy stalker and offers me a ton of money to marry him.

Crazy right?

Of course I refuse because I have some dignity, but when my world is turned upside down I have no choice but to accept. Thanks to him I can't go back to my old life, and now I'm stuck in his.

I'm his rebellion against his family and the thorn in his flesh...His words not mine...

We are from different worlds and that means eventually those world clash and with it disaster strikes ready to tear the whole scheme apart. You know, just a regular Tuesday.

So what do two people do when everything starts going wrong?

Well let me tell you...

"Don't touch me, I'm not your whore," I spat out through clenched teeth, my eyes turning red from anger.

He smirked and lifted a hand to my hair. I flinched as he did that and averted my eyes from his.

"Now listen bella. . ." he said slowly, a cruel expression on his face. I tried to bite back the moan of pain that almost escaped my lips.

"I fucking own you and I can spank that pretty ass of yours so hard that it'll bruise. . ." He paused briefly and continued, "And you won't do a thing about it because I'll make you scream so hard that you'll beg to be my whore."


When Arianna is sold off as a sex slave to an auction house she realizes that her life would never be the same again. To make it worse, she is bought and given to the ruthless mafia king, Gabriele Andino.

He is cruel, dangerous, unfeeling, and undeniably the sexiest man Arianna has ever seen. Despite the fact she should hate her master, there's something in her that yearns for his touch. So much that she would be willing to be his sex slave.

A DARK ROMANCE WITH TRIGGERING SCENES!

"Kiss me back," he demands, crashing his lips on mine while squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples.

"I... I can't... I already have a mate!" a throaty sound involuntarily escaped from my lips as I uttered.

In the aftermath of a devastating tragedy that nearly destroys the Clawson pack, Rhea is forced to take on the mantle of Alpha and revive the struggling pack. When Kian, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, claims that they are fated mates, Rhea is cautiously hopeful, but her lack of a wolf leaves her uncertain.
Despite her reservations, Rhea is moved by Kian's offer of assistance to her struggling pack. However, everything takes a dark turn when Rhea discovers that Kian has only married her as part of a scheme to seek revenge against her family.

As Kian's cruelty and infidelity become increasingly unbearable, a powerful and enigmatic King Daemon, the Alpha of the Thorn pack breaks into her life, who shows interest in her. Despite her initial reluctance, Rhea feels an undeniable pull towards Daemon, causing her to confront a difficult choice between the security of her pack and the potential for a passionate love.

Which will Rhea choose: to follow her heart or her duty?

"You keep speaking as if you have a choice."

"I do have a choice! I'm done with you, Roman Ashfield. Go back to the woman you think is worthy of you and leave me alone."

"You will never be done, Evelyn. Not tonight. Not this week. Probably not this year," he said as he closed the small gap between them.

He heard the satisfying sound of her hitched breath as his fingers trailed the side of her body down to her bare thighs.

"I own you, Evelyn Bright, whether you like it or not."

"You don't own me!"

But the very next moment a moan left her lips when he cupped her between her legs.

"Let's agree to disagree," he whispered.


A broken, possessive billionaire who doesn’t know what love is. A young woman who does. What could possibly go wrong?

Evelyn Bright walked into his business for a typist job and came out a plaything. A dirty secret with a contract. But all she wants to do now is pick up the pieces of her shattered dignity and walk away. Nothing good can come from falling in love with a cold-hearted man like Roman Ashfield.

Roman has very clear rules in his contract. Be available. Be ready. Do not fall in love. If she breaks them she has to leave. Simple. But Evelyn turns his ordered life upside down when she tries to walk away. She keeps testing and pushing his limits but it's not over until he says it is. It’s not love, it can’t be. But what lengths is he willing to go to to keep her where she belongs?

“Please, no, please don’t” I said, a soft cry escaping from my lips.

His blue eyes pierced into mine. Why were they so gorgeous? No, I couldn’t think this way. I hated this man, I hated how he trapped me.

“I'm a sworn virgin to the goddess of Athena,” I said to him. Hades did not like this answer.

"I'll break you soon enough." He said.

“You’re going to suffer for this, Zeus will be furious!” I said after him as he exited the room.

“Zeus would pay to watch."

Kore for the whole summer before turning eighteen has been having vivid and sexual dreams about a mysterious man with blue eyes.

Suddenly, Kore is molested by Eros, the god of sex, and the mysterious blue-eyed man from the dreams saved her. The blue eyed man turns out to be Hades, the death.

Hades has also had these dreams of Kore and suspects them to be prophecies of his future. He attends Kore birthday party and falls for her beauty and youth from afar. The two of them become closer that night when Hades discovers that Kore has the ability to bring life back from the dead, something he did not think possible.

After seeing her power and beauty, Hades asks permission from Zeus, Kore father, to kidnap her and try to get her to fall in love with him.

Will Kore fall in his trap?

Warning: 18+

"I knew I wanted you right from first glance and I came for you."
"Let go of me!!!" I yelled back but when his fingers connected to my skin, I gasped and a moan escaped my lips.
"Do you not like this, my pet?"
I looked at my captor, hunger shooting to my spine and my thighs in heat. I swallowed hard and I gave a nod. "I like it, Daddy."

Kidnapped by a ruthless Mafia Lord, Nora should be scared of her fate but deep down, this monster isn't really a monster. Is it not her fate that she was made for a ruthless mafia?

"Are you wet for us already, baby doll?" Braton's deep voice said, traveling through my nerves and setting down my core.

"Take off your clothes slowly," Lucien commanded, prompting my hands to move to the straps of my dress instantly.

"Go lay on the bed and spread your little pussy wide open for our view." Without hesitation, I did as I was told.

"So fucking responsive."


Sophie was tossed between foster homes, where life seemed an endless cycle of neglect, despair, and abuse. Just when she thought her life was about to plunge into darkness once more, she was taken in by a kind-hearted Mafia Princess.

Little did she know that her friendship with the Mafia princess would attract the attention of the world's dangerous mafia twins. They will do anything possible to make her their little slut which includes killing. They are known as pussy hunters.

But they don't fuck one women twice. Will they go through all the trouble just to have her for one night? Or will there be emotion and attachment involved?

Ava is a beautiful young girl who has faced more than a fair share of hardships. She was terrorized and ill-treated by her father, who accused her of the demise of her mother. She worked day and night to pay off her father's debt, but she was jinxed as she was being sold by her own father to a sex-slave master to pay off his gambling debt.

She was ruled by her harsh master.

"Slave, you should know your place and who you belong to. Slaves are meant to satisfy their masters.
You are my property, my chattel, your life is owned by me. You are my slave. You have to be submissive to your master.

Mine to Beatrice.

Mine to take advantage of.

Mine to possess.

Mine to command.

I can fuck or mistreat you whenever I want.

Mine to rule and control.

I am your master, your supremacy. I will mount and dominate you. "Do you understand? You are impelled for me. Your torso is only meant for me. Your cunt is meant for my plaything, and your torso is meant for my shaft. My rod is meant to fuck you day and night, any time and whenever I want to, and you have no say in it.
Your duty is to make your master happy.

Coming Summer 2022.

The Sea is calling... Will she answer it?

When Catherine was eight years old she believes she almost drowned.

But, that is not really what happened.

Catherine was abducted by Caspian, the future King of the Kelpie Colony. However, he was sabotaged and his coming of age ceremony was interrupted, meaning he lost his mate.

Twelve years later, he has found her at last, both of them fully grown and completely drawn to one another.

But, before he can claim her, she is lost to him again, whisked away inland by another who has his own intentions towards her, and he will cross almost any boundary to get what he wants.

She was the eldest daughter of the Collins family, but fate had her grow up in an orphanage until she finally reached adulthood.

Her biological parents suddenly appeared and claimed they wanted to take her back home. Little did she know that their true intention was for her to take the blame for a hit-and-run accident caused by none other than her twin sister, Stella Collins.

Interestingly enough, both sisters were identical twins with even their DNA being an exact match.

Today is the day she is released from prison.

When she just returned home, she saw her boyfriend and sister having sex on the sofa.

What is even more appalling is that her family has coerced her into marrying a terrible man for the sake of her sister. Nicholas Johnson, is blind and violent personality. There were rumors that he had killed five wives, and the five women were abused by him.

However, in fact, he is the most perfect man she has ever seen, and she was even spoiled by him.

"Baby, from now on, no matter who dares to hurt you, I will make sure they have nowhere to be buried.” he said.

"I don't know what the fuck you are, but I can't control myself," he roared, ripping my panties off.

My heat pheromones were driving him insane. Edric pushed me onto the ground, spreading my legs wide. He looked at my soaking wet pussy, glistening in the moonlight, and growled. He didn't prep me; he didn't need to. I was dripping for him.

He shoved his thick, hard cock inside me, stretching me to my limit. "Mine," he hissed, biting my neck, drawing blood. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my nails into his back as he pounded into me relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the silent forest.

When he knotted me, locking his swollen shaft inside my womb, I saw stars. He filled me with hot cum, claiming me, marking me, owning me.


Lunara Grimwald has spent her life as a pawn. Sold by her father to the cruel Alpha Alessio in a pact of revenge, she flees on her wedding day, escaping a fate worse than death. But freedom comes at a price. Lost in the forbidden forests of Romania, Lunara is struck by her first heat.

Enter Edric Eldoria. An ancient, powerful Alpha who has sworn off mates after a tragic past. When he finds the trembling Omega in his territory, he intends to capture an intruder. Instead, their wolves collide in a frenzy of instinct. In a moment of lost control, they accidentally mate, binding their lives and souls together.

Now, Lunara is trapped again—this time to a man who resents her existence but is forced to protect her. If she dies, he dies.

Adela widened her eyes, looked at her hands, and gently touched her face. She murmured to herself, "What is going on? I was dead, right?"

Adela leaped out of bed as she considered moving toward the mirror.

"Oh my God, I'm still alive!"

"I'm grateful to God for giving me this second chance. This time, I will not let you down!"

Adela made a bow, closed her eyes, and expressed her gratitude to God.

"This time, I won't get myself into any problems. I won't harm anyone. I'll ignore the prince because he deserves it, and I'll attempt to find my murderer and my parents' murderer."


Adela Virginia is Duke Alfred's daughter. She is a Mage. She is elegant, courageous, sincere, and subtle. She has pink lips contrasting with white, creamy skin, blue eyes, and light, natural blonde hair. She can use power to raise and create monsters. Capable of taking down any sorcerer. She is an excellent defender. She can control all beasts. She appears kind from the outside, but in this story, she is the villain.

She had raised a Taipan snake since she was a young girl. She gave it the name "Oba."

J'ai baissé les yeux, les joues rougies, et j'ai regardé le bourrelet grandissant dans son jean. "Quel regard ?" J'ai décidé de jouer le jeu et j'ai passé ma main autour de son bourrelet tout en le fixant dans les yeux d'un air naïf. Lorsqu'il a repoussé ma main et m'a tirée pour m'asseoir sur son bureau, mon cœur s'est arrêté de battre pendant une seconde. "Tu n'as toujours pas répondu à ma question. J'ai serré mes mains contre son torse et j'ai attendu qu'il fasse autre chose que de me regarder d'un air stupide. "Je peux t'embrasser ? Je me suis mise à rire et j'ai baissé les yeux, gênée. La pièce était remplie des rires de Christian qui caressait ma joue avec ses doigts. "Il s'est rapproché de moi et avant que je m'en rende compte, il a posé ses lèvres douces contre les miennes. "Tu te souviens de la façon dont je t'ai embarrassée, toi et ton image innocente, au club ? Il appuya son front contre le mien : "A partir de maintenant, je le ferai encore et encore, jusqu'à ce que tu n'oses plus jamais me poser une question stupide comme celle-là". Cette fois, il pressa agressivement ses lèvres contre les miennes, je passai mes bras autour de ses épaules et glissai ma langue dans sa bouche. Avide de son contact, je l'ai attiré encore plus près de moi et je n'avais pas l'intention de le laisser partir de sitôt. Il a lentement retiré ma main de son épaule et l'a saisie en la faisant descendre le long de sa taille. Au bout d'un moment, il s'est détaché du baiser et a doucement replacé ma main sur son bourrelet grandissant.

Alana is a beautiful girl, kind, cheerful, innocent and sociable. Due to a slander Quenza Alana was kicked out of the house by her parents. Even his family members no longer considered him and removed his name from the family register.

Alana decided to go abroad, namely Germany. While living there, Alana managed to build a company and found a new family who loved her very much.

There, Alana also met a handsome young man whom she had once helped. The young man’s name was Devan Alexander.

Three days before the engagement, I caught my fiancé and stepsister in an affair, leaving me heartbroken.
In the pouring rain, a man who cherished me picked me up, saying, "I have finally found you." After a one-night stand, we hastily married. I then discovered he was the Minister of Finance and CEO of a top conglomerate.
At the same time, I realized I had lost eight years of memories, and my identity seemed unusually extraordinary...
Continuously updating, with 2 chapters added daily.

When seventeen-year-old Eleanor discovers her parents plan to sell her permanently to a vampire on her eighteenth birthday, fate intervenes—she's purchased by the ancient vampire Sebastian Astoria.
For ten years, Eleanor has been forced to provide blood to vampires, treated as nothing more than a commodity by parents who deemed her "evil" from birth. But under Sebastian's protection, everything changes. In his mansion, she learns she's a rare dhampir (half-vampire) with extraordinarily valuable blood, and as his servant, she finally experiences respect and kindness.
Boundaries between master and servant begin to blur. Her quick wit and compassion awaken something long dormant in the ancient vampire, while his protection offers her the first taste of safety she's ever known. But can a servant girl truly trust the promises of a creature who has lived for centuries?

A deafening crack split the air.
GUNSHOT.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.
When I was at most desperate, my fiancé crushed me by rescuing my sister right before my eyes.
After waking up in the hospital, I faced ridicule from my parents and criticism from my fiancé. My only comfort was the twins, whose father—the handsome CEO of both the hotel and hospital—reminded me of that fateful night years ago when I was set up and left with no options.
I've hit rock bottom now. It's time to reclaim everything that's rightfully mine: the company my mother left before her suspicious death, the truth behind the scheme against me years ago, and justice for my lost children.

Five years after graduating from one of New York’s top modelling schools, Amy Walters is still waiting for her big breakthrough in the fashion world. Desperation leads her straight into the arms of Liam Carter, the powerful CEO of a top fashion empire, who offers her the deal of a lifetime—with a condition.


"If I agree to do it…" I forced out, "Will you sign me as your model?"

Liam's cheeks flushed, and he leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Depends."

I stiffened. "On what?"

He got up from the couch and headed towards me.

I did not step back, even as he circled around me slowly, staring like a predator, inspecting his prey.

He was standing behind me, his face against mine so that the air breathed down my ear. "On how well you please me tonight.”