10000 Book(s) Related to the alpha of my heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got caught.

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

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

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

My heart nearly stopped.

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

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

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

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

"NINE!"

Sweat and tears blurred my vision.

"EIGHT!"

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

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

Then—

"SNAP!"

The rope suddenly broke!

"NOOO—!"

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

"THUD!"

He fell into the furnace.

In an instant, he was gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

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

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

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

They said I killed them all.

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

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

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

Then the doctors found the tumor. Three months left.

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

That's when someone ripped off my blindfold.

Dominic.

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

This whole performance? Her birthday present.

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

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

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

The room exploded in laughter.

I stood there, diagnosis crumpled in my fist.

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

But the cancer eating my brain?

That was real.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m the CEO of a tech company—and the creator of our bionic human project.

Three years ago, my wife was dying after a car crash. She begged me to “save” her with my technology. I said yes.

I poured over a hundred million into R&D and built her a bionic body that could last for decades. I covered every checkup, every calibration, every outrageous repair bill.

What I got back was her contempt, her affair, and her reckless abuse of the body I gave her.

I warned her again and again to protect it. She called it control—and called another man freedom.

She even slammed my head into a coffee table to shield him.

That was the moment I decided: no more repairs, no more payments.

She chose her path. She pays for it.

My wife brought her first love back to my cloud penthouse for an affair, and even attempted to steal the corporation's core code. Caught red-handed, she showed no remorse, instead scolding me condescendingly: "He is my guest! How dare you touch him?!"

Without even raising an eyelid, I snapped my fingers. Heavy combat robots instantly ripped apart the first love's cybernetic spine, and a beam of energy burned the man into a cripple. I then threw down a disownment agreement, cutting off her elite privileges with one click, and tossed the two of them like garbage into the lower-class slums drenched in acid rain.

"Trash belongs in the trash can." I swirled my wine glass, sneering.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

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?

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?

"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.

The mightiest dragon falls in love with the least witch girl.

I accidentally made a contract with the evil dragon king in the dungeon.

What I didn't know was that he could feel my emotions. Or even my physical pain? What on earth is going on here?

"Will you tell me or not?" The evil dragon king Riven leaned in closer to me and whispered in my ear, "What's the use of having a mouth if you can't speak? Can you kiss?"

With one hand on my face, he pulled his free hand and reached for my school uniform. 

"N-no, please!" I protested to his sick smile. In one firm motion, he tore through my clothes. 

"Please-please I'm so sorry," I said to him as his eyes examined my now-exposed breasts. 

The handsome, snake-eyed evil man grabbed my wrist with one hand and placed his other hand over my mouth. 

"Shh." He said to me. His face was inches from mine, his strange half-scaled chest pressed into my body. How could he be so comfortable in our nakedness?!

The Red Magic Academy was home to some of the most prestigious students in the dimension. We all lived in Middle Earth, which was an abundant world of magic. Faeries, werewolves, vampires, sirens, witches, monsters, every creature imaginable was here. As well as every evil monster, but we didn't have evil monsters at our school, I thought.

For the last year, I had developed an insatiable crush on the elitist magician leader Christain. 

But Christain and I could never be together unless my power ability increased. I was such a weak witch and he was one of the most powerful magicians in the world. His fighting ability, noble identity, and powerful magic made him and me an impossible match. 

"The Magician Prince will die in the claws of his ancestors' evil enemy. The evil dragon king Riven of purgatory will rise from its seal and break free, killing Christain Quinn on March 24th, year two thousand and twenty-three." I read out loud. 

"WHAT?" I nearly screamed. This couldn't be right. 

TODAY WAS MARCH TWENTY-FOUR TWO THOUSAND TWENTY-THREE. CHRISTAIN WAS GOING TO DIE?!

R18+, mature content, sweet attachment, mysterious emotional contract
Warning: strong erotic

"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.

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.

Fire and twisted metal birthed my new life. From the ashes of the jet, I rose, reborn on a forgotten emerald isle. Back in the concrete jungle, I was nothing. Here, unbound, I am everything. CEOs trade power suits for whispered pleas. A-list actresses offer sun-kissed skin and desperate surrender. Even wives and mothers, unshackled, explore forbidden desires. Danger and ecstasy are my daily bread. This island, my prison, is now my paradise. Here, in the raw heart of the wild, I've found not survival, but true life.

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.

"You keep doing this, huh? Seducing me when you know how dangerous this is?" Sebastian growled as he sniffed her scent along the nape of her neck.
"Then take me back home! I don't want to be your Princess!"
"Princesses don't flee. They walk and own the castle with pride," he said coldly, still intoxicated by her scent.
"I'm not your Princess!" she spat out.
"Then be my slave!"


Heaven was sold to the blind Moon King as they saw her worthless and useless in the Pack, Alpha Sebastian who was rumoured to have multiple powers needed a weak Luna to retain his powers as having a fellow Luna with powers was going to destroy him. For Sebastian, Heaven was a perfect match for him and a woman he could control despite being blind with no strings attached, however what he didn't know was the fact that she shared the same bloodline as him and was twice as powerful that he never thought she could be, what worsen the whole situation was he had already Fallen in love with her before he discovered and now he was left with no choice but to kill his Luna, mate and love of his life to live.

“This is so wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t resist you, not anymore!” He groaned, pulling me into his arms immediately.

Lucien’s touch was cold, yet I burned hot with desire, wanton and needy.
His lips were so soft and he kissed me with the same need that made my panties drenched.
Suddenly the door opened and his twin walked in, his red eyes taking in the scene as I gasped in shock and pleasure because Lucien plunged his fingers into my wet pussy.


Violet was used to her mate's maltreatment and cheating. Its not like she could go anywhere, he was the Beta and all her escape attempts had been met with violence.
But then he goes overboard by selling her off the infamous Vampire Twins.
Reed and Liam Knight, the immortal, cursed vampire Princes who had sworn to never accept a soulmate, won a gambling game against Violet’s mate and in order to punish him, they demand the one thing a werewolf is supposed to prize above everything else, his mate.
But instead of resisting, he willingly delivers her to them.
When they set her eyes on her, they both fall for her at first sight.
They conclude it must be witchcraft considering there was a mysterious air around her. They even suspect that her mate must have sent her with a mission to destroy them.
So they make her their maid but destiny and fate has a different plan in mind and the Twin Princes will have their will tested deeply.
Read more to find out how this reverse harem story ends.

Phoebe Addison has dedicated her life to proving the existence of sirens.
She gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she's invited to participate in a research expedition to the South Pacific, but one stormy night, everything goes wrong, and her world changes forever.
She finds what - no who - she's been searching for, but little does she know, he's been looking for her, too.
Wake is nothing like she expected and everything she's been dreaming of. He's beautiful and dangerous, a predator from the deep… and he calls her his Mate.
Trapped and subjugated by the secretive Enigma Labs, Phoebe will need to learn to give herself over to Wake, to the power of the sea, if they're going to make it out alive.
But, if the do…will she be strong enough to survive her mate?


He repeats the first few strands of his song. The transponder’s response almost feels accusatory: Mate.
“Mate?” The word sends a jolt through me, and I feel my cheeks flush. “Is…is that what you think I am?”
Wake’s abyssian eyes search mine, and there’s a flicker of recognition that turns to hunger. He raises a webbed hand, and I tentatively reach out to meet him.
Our fingers touch, and I feel a strange, electric connection. It’s as if a current passes between us, a silent understanding that transcends words.
“Pho-ebe,” he growls.
I nod, fear and something more dangerous, something…hotter, making my throat dry. “Yes, Wake. Show me.”

【Billionaire】+【Spoiled Love】+【True vs. Fake Heiress】+【Witchcraft】+【Hidden Identity】+【Strong Female Lead】
They didn't just steal my life. They stole my luck.

For eighteen years, I believed I was cursed. Lightning strikes, freak illnesses, near-fatal accidents—my "parents" called it bad luck. I called it a living hell.

The truth finally came when my "sister" pushed me off a cliff. As I fell, I saw it in their eyes: not horror, but satisfaction.
I was never their daughter.
I was a carefully selected tool, stolen at birth to bear the misfortunes meant for their precious real heir. My suffering was by design. My pain, their gain.

But the cliff didn't kill me. It awakened me.
Now, I will find the powerful family that is rightfully mine. I will reclaim the life they stole. And I will make sure the curse returns to its rightful owners.

Their human shield is done. The real heiress is coming home.

"I can’t wait anymore," he said in between breaths.

He looked down at me with those dark eyes and said, "I have to have you now,"

"Baby girl, you're so wet," he murmured to my ears.

Baby girl…? Somehow that made me drip even more!

"Baby girl, you feel so fucking good," he said through gritted teeth.

After finding out her boyfriend cheated on her, a distraught Emma went to have a one night stand with a sexy stranger at a bar. Little did she know, the handsome devil turned out to be the new art teacher at her school.

Will Emma survive the school year under the possessive watchful eyes of Mr. Hayes? And was their brief eventful encounter worth risking everything? Could love really grow in such a dark place? Find out, in Your Pet: The Teacher's Girl.

Warning: Contains Mature Content! Enter at your own risk

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.”

"Mine!"
The growl rips from Lucien Voss’s throat like a dark promise, slamming into my core and making my knees buckle beneath the blood-soaked lace of my ruined wedding gown. He stalks forward through the carnage, blood slick on his claws and tilts my face up to meet the molten silver storm of his eyes. "This one is mine. Touch her and I'll rip your spines out"...
On her wedding day, Malia Monroe is torn from the arms of her chosen mate and claimed by Lucien Voss—the ruthless Lycan King of the Eclipse Lycans who raid wolf packs to capture fertile females and breed them to make hybrid heirs to carry the bloodline forward and save the Lycan race from total extinction..
The mate bond slams into her like wildfire with scorching heat and an obsessive hunger that makes her body ache for the monster who ruined her perfect future.
Every stolen touch, every possessive growl, drags her deeper into a dark desire she can’t escape.
One night will shatter her vows and seal her fate forever.
And when the truth of who she really is begins to surface, the ancient war between wolves and Lycans will decide whether she becomes his queen… or his ruin.
Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, violence, and dark themes that may be unsettling to some readers. Proceed at your own discretion!

A king bound by ambition, a girl scarred by fate, and a matebond powerful enough to bring a kingdom to its knees.
Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her... body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom’s most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn’t know… and a bond she doesn’t understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he’s spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her… but he does. Hard and fast. And he’ll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real.
But healing is never linear.
And love? Love is a war.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it? That’s a war of its own.
Narine must decide, Can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she’s ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
Their love is fated.
But fate never promised it would be kind.

For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.

She told one little lie…
And the most powerful man in the city decided to make it true.
When Alina catches her longtime boyfriend cheating—with her stepsister, no less—humiliation burns hotter than heartbreak.
So she lies. Boldly. Recklessly.
"I'm seeing someone too… Aiden Blackwood."
The name alone freezes the room.
Aiden Blackwood—the elusive billionaire, the one no one dares to even approach.
Alina has never met him. Not even once.
But then he appears.
He wraps an arm around her waist, kisses her like he owns her, and whispers:"Hey, wifey. Did I keep you waiting too long?"
Humiliation flips into shocked silence.
Later, away from prying eyes, he makes her an offer she can't refuse.
"My grandmother expects me to bring a girlfriend to her birthday next weekend.You just volunteered."
It's blackmail wrapped in charm.
Aiden will fix her lie.
In return, she'll play the role of his perfect girlfriend.
Smile. Behave.Say "yes, honey" on command.
After that?
They'll go back to being strangers.
Only… nothing about Aiden Blackwood feels like something she can walk away from.
Because lies like this?
They don't end quietly.
They turn into something dangerously real.

My first love was Liam— a powerful Alpha who swore he would claim me when the Blood Moon rose. Beneath the sacred crimson light, I believed the Moon Goddess would bind our destinies together.
But the night that was meant to mark the beginning of my happiness turned into my ruin.
In front of the entire pack, Liam did not claim me.
He chose my stepsister.

Michelle Finley, a stripper who endured working in hell to pay off her father's debt, thought that her life would turn into normal after the last night of working in an afterhours. However, her supposed last night from hell turned into an unforgettable disaster when she was forced to escort a God-like billionaire for money and ended up having a one-night stand with him.

What's worse is she got sold to him in return for money. Now, she needs to find a way to get away from him. But, how could she possibly escape from the ruthless and wild billionaire?

Being the mutt loathed by your Alpha family, you were forced to take your pregnant sister's place in the ruthless Lycan king's bride selection.
To survive, you tried to escape, only to crash right into his muscular, towering frame.
Everyone thought you were dead for sure.
But wait, you're not just his mate?!
You also look exactly like his beloved ex-wife?!

"Who are you, Sebastian?"

"I think I can ask the same. Where did you come from, Anastasia?"

As soon as the last syllable escapes my lips, we find ourselves interlocked in a kiss. Knowing my full attention, I stop to ask, "Are you sure you want to do this, Anastasia?"

"The only thing I'm sure of is the way you are making me feel."

Unable to contain myself, I pull her into a fiery and passionate kiss. All my thoughts are obliterated. For the first time in over two hundred years, I am kissing a mortal woman. I can feel the hunger grow inside me, the pleasure building towards a peak. I pull her even tighter into my body. I can smell her arousal, and it only fuels me. The kiss is getting deeper and deeper with every breath that we take.

"What are we doing, Sebastian?"

"Anastasia, let me show you.”

Vampire Master, Sebastian Belmont, has been carved to perfection for over two hundred years. Drawn to danger, he dangles his fingers in all that is supernatural and has great power beyond compare. Ruthless, yet charming, he rules his empire with an iron fist.

With a line of scorned ex-lovers left behind, this charming Vampire is set to cross paths with Anastasia Santi.

Anastasia Santi is a young girl that has great aspirations and desires all the things, the love, and the fulfillment that she dreamed of as a child. She is strong-willed and always finds herself in some sort of trouble she needs saving from.

Though one fateful night, Sebastian crosses the line and sets his life in a new direction. A destiny toward a great legacy and to all things that goes bump in the night.

But the ultimate sacrifice lies at the end…

Clocking 18, Suzie had just one thing in mind, to take revenge on everyone who has bullied her, including her father and the quadruplet brothers, one of them which she has given her entire heart only for him to shatter it.
But hours before her shift, the goddess played a trick on her, mating her to the same brothers she desperately wanted to play with their lives.
What would become of Suzie’s revenge especially now that the four brothers want to be with her? Even with their lives in danger, all they want is for their mate, whom they have tortured all this years to love and forgive them. Would this be possible for Suzie? Or would she turn a blind eye and watch their lives turn miserable?
Find out.

"You were everything to yourself long before he came along," Sebastian said firmly. "You were Luna of your pack not because you were his mate, but because you had the strength and wisdom to lead. That hasn't changed."

He pulled back slightly to look at me. "What Eliza said today in the garden, none of it was true. You're not damaged goods, Eleanor. You're not something to be pitied or discarded."

"Then what am I?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"You're a woman who sacrificed everything to save people she loved," he said simply. "You're intelligent, brave, and stronger than you know."

"If you want it," Sebastian's voice was soft, "You could belong somewhere again. Not as property, but as family."


Eleanor Warden's seven-year marriage crumbles when her husband Edward finds his fated mate Claire. Forced to watch their passionate affair unfold in her own home, Eleanor endures the ultimate betrayal when Claire becomes pregnant—something Edward had denied her for years.

When Clifflands forces attack Forestvale, Eleanor volunteers herself as tribute to save Edward's life, expecting nothing but captivity and despair. Instead, she finds herself face-to-face with Alpha King Sebastian Levenston, whose piercing eyes see past her broken exterior to the fierce Luna within.

In the enemy's stronghold, Eleanor discovers unexpected allies in fellow captives Maggie and Natalie, women who share her pain of abandonment and abuse. As Sebastian's genuine care and respect awaken feelings she thought buried forever.

But when mysterious attacks threaten Sebastian's family and Eleanor becomes the prime suspect, she realizes someone wants to destroy the fragile happiness she's found. With war brewing between territories and her past refusing to stay buried, Eleanor must choose between the safety of shadows and the dangerous beauty of love reborn.

“You are ours to hold, touch and fuck. Do well to get that stuck into your little head, darling.” The vibration radiating from his voice heating my center.

“Strip off your clothes slowly, put a show for us.” Without being told twice, I stripped off my clothes and stood completely naked in front of three piercing eyes.

“We can smell your arousal. Now be a good little slut and spread your legs widely for our view.” I obeyed, spreading my legs and showing them my glistening wet pussy. My juice, leaking and pulsing with need.

“Fuck,” the three of them muttered in unison.


All Sophie wanted was to be independent and free from her vicious step-father. Little did she know she would attract the attention of the world’s dangerous and powerful mafia triplets while working in a coffee shop.

As they become entangled in her life, she finds herself drawn into their world of power and desire. But they share everything, including women. Is she willing to submit to the three of them or is she going to choose?