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“I’m many things… but good isn’t one of them,” he murmured, his eyes scorching hers like molten fire. “And my thoughts about you? They’re far from pure… they're brutal, dirty.. Unholy.”

Her breath hitched, heart hammering. He stepped closer, the heat from his body practically burning through her. His lips hovered dangerously near hers, a whisper away from claiming what he wanted.

“So I’ll ask you one last time,” he growled, his voice low, thick with hunger. “Leave. Or I swear… I won’t hold back. I’ll tear your clothes off right here and take you… right on this floor.”


Mira Voss loved her job to a fault. Being the best reporter at Truthscope wasn’t handed to her… it was earned through grit, late nights, and a refusal to back down. She thought she could uncover any truth… until she met Salvatore Corvin Aka Black Raven” .

The man everyone feared. Six women loved him. Six women died. And now, Mira is determined to discover whether he’s the monster behind the whispers… or something far more dangerous.

Sal is ruthless, magnetic, and utterly intoxicating. His eyes cut through every lie she tells herself, and his touch awakens desires Mira swore she’d never feel. She knows she should run, knows she should stay away… but every instinct drags her closer to a man whose heart is as dark as his reputation.

FYI: I Hate You is set in the bustling, high-stakes world of publishing—where manuscripts, deadlines, and egos collide. The backdrop moves between sleek corporate offices, cozy coffee shops, late-night conference rooms, and intimate personal spaces, with a few key scenes on beaches, in quiet gardens, and at family gatherings that bring warmth and depth to the story. The modern, fast-paced city life contrasts with moments of stillness, where vulnerability and truth emerge.

Aila Seymour, my life and my death. Touching her gives me life but she stares at me with her eyes brimming with tears. Her look of innocence will be the reason of my perish. She holds the gun to my head, the arrow to my heart. "I shall continue being your wife."

"Take it. Take my heart. I do not care if you have lovers. I will turn a blind eye to all your mistress. I will endure the heartbreaks and the painful words. I will be with you." She held my gaze and whispered, "I love you, Caelon. I want to be with you, always." I pulled away and whispered in a small voice, "You will die." "I do not care." "You'll cease to exist. Like you have never existed in this life and the next." "It doesn't matter." "You will be nothing." Aila tugged at my hand and snuggled her head upon my chest, "As long as I am with you, Caelon Rouen, as long as I am with you." * We have faced death. We have been separated by fate.Love opposes our match. It is all in vain. I will die on her hands and she will mourn me. We are not supposed to meet but fate brings us together just to separate us, again. I am walking away from the path only to lead myself closer to it.

And yet, there is a way to end the cycle. She has to hate me back as much as I hate her. This is the reason why I married a cupid so I can break her enough to make her despise me. Will her hate be enough for her heart to stop loving me?

Ethan Miller was the hottest guy in Greenville High School. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him. He just had one problem, Corey Price.

Corey Price was the complete opposite of Ethan. Ethan did not like his lingering looks and admiring glances. It made him furious. Corey was the bane of his existence. Ethan's solution was to beat and torment Corey and make his school days unbearable.

Corey's wounds never healed. His fondness of Ethan turned into hatred and he vowed to never forgive him. But, he spent years working on himself and has emerged a stronger, better person, ready to take on new challenges. Finally confident, he's about to take on a new job.

Until he discovered who his new boss was. It was none other than the monster himself.

Ethan Miller

I pulled a pair of lace panties from my husband's coat pocket.
They had white stains on them.
Any adult would know what that was—semen.

At first, I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world, at least maybe the sacrifices I had made over the past five years would pay off.
But I was wrong. I was just a replacement for Luna, whom no one ever wanted.
I was abandoned by Alpha, my husband, on our fifth wedding anniversary, for the woman who had left him.
What hurt even more was that the child I had raised with all my heart and soul ran into the arms of her biological mother, as if I had never meant anything to his.
Rejected, discarded, and cast out-all of it destroyed me. It felt as if the whole world had rejected me.
But just when I was about to disappear, fate brought me to the beginning of a resurrection I never imagined.

Three years ago, my pairs skating partner and I had a beautiful wedding surrounded by friends and family—but we never actually got around to signing the legal papers.
Over those three years, he has stood me up at City Hall exactly twenty-eight times.
One time, he stole my cab while I was burning up with a fever, leaving me shivering on the curb because his new, pampered protégée had a stomachache from drinking too much champagne.
Another time, he blew off our anniversary to rush to her side for a minor sprain.
Every single time we were supposed to finally make our marriage official, his precious junior skater somehow had a devastating emergency.
After twenty-eight broken promises, I finally stopped waiting. I dropped our partnership, shredded our application, and boarded a one-way flight to Milan.
But the moment I completely vanished from his life, the man who couldn't spare an hour to marry me suddenly lost his mind—chasing me across the globe to a city he swore he’d never return to, begging on his knees outside my door for a twenty-ninth chance.

Three years ago, I took a bullet for Damon Kingsley. It came within half an inch of my heart.

He looked me in the eyes, his own red, and swore he'd love me for the rest of his life. So I married into this century-old Italian-American Mafia dynasty.

But on our wedding night, the moment he touched me, he convulsed, coughed up blood, and collapsed.

The second time, an old condition flared up and kept him flat on his back for a month.

The third time, he nearly bled out.

Every time after that, the same thing.

The whole family called me a curse. Marked. Bad luck. The kind of woman who brings death to whoever gets close.

The Godmother gave me an ultimatum: get pregnant within a month, or sign the divorce papers and be shipped off to Chicago to marry the devil himself.

I was carrying a fertility tonic to his study, ready to beg him one more time, when I heard voices through the door.

"Mr. Kingsley, please, you gotta stop. Every time you don't wanna go near her, you shoot yourself up with that stuff. You're gonna kill yourself."

Damon was quiet for a long moment. Then, calm and flat: "Aurora is the only woman I love. I'd take the pain any day over touching her."

All this time, while the whole family called me a curse, the one who actually put it on me was the man I almost died for.

Damon Kingsley. After today, we're done. In this life or the next, don't ever cross my path again.

I got off work two hours early, hoping to surprise my boyfriend whom I had just bailed out for $30,000.
I pushed the bedroom door open. The surprise was on me—my stepsister Chloe was straddling Dorian. The same man who, just three days ago, sat crying on the police station floor swearing "I only have you," now slowly lit a cigarette and asked if I wanted to join them.
I thought that was the worst moment of my life.
I was wrong.
When the hand that had just been caressing Chloe gripped my throat and hoisted me into the air, I finally saw the truth. Dorian Vane, the guy who humiliated me at our high school prom ten years ago, hadn't changed at all.

Since I was ten, he told me to call him brother. But brothers don't look at you like that.
My life had only Daniel Wilson in it. He was my guardian, my savior, my world.
"Call me brother," he said, but he forbade me from dating anyone else. He kept me in his manor like a bird in a gilded cage. He promised that when I turned twenty-one, the title of "sister" would change to "wife."
I waited. I obeyed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on obsession.
But on my twenty-first birthday, he brought her home.
"Julie, meet Lena. She's... special to me."
He introduced his childhood crush to me, his "sister," while holding her hand. The way he looked at her was soft, gentle—the way he used to look at me before she arrived.
"You're just a foster sister," he reminded me coldly when I cried. "Don't cross the line."
The line? He blurred the lines for twelve years! He made me dependent on him, made me believe we were destined, only to discard me when the "real" owner of his heart returned.
Fine. If I'm just a sister, then I'll leave.
But why is he chasing me now, begging me to come back, saying he can't sleep without me in the house?
"I'm not your sister anymore, Daniel. And I'm certainly not your wife."

I was kidnapped at five. Found at sixteen. Dead at nineteen.
My parents are top transplant surgeons. The night I was murdered, they were saving my sister's life with a "legally sourced" donor heart. They signed the paperwork themselves.
That heart was mine. Cut from my chest while I was still breathing.
The sister they saved? She's the one who handed me to the killer.
For three years I lived under their roof. They slapped me for things she did. They called me ungrateful when I couldn't donate a kidney I'd already lost. They forgot my birthday to throw her a party.
And when I went missing, they didn't look for me. Dad said, "Even if she dies out there, she has no one to blame but herself."
He was right. I did die out there. And he's the one who signed off on what happened next.

Lucas Grey becomes the head of his family at sixteen. he realizes that his parents death wasn't an accident. His main goals are to take care of his two sisters and find his parents killer.
Lucas finds his bonded half but she doesn't want him, a brutal attack makes her go into hiding and Lucas has to suffer her nightmares.
By chance they meet again and the bond is as strong as ever. Lucas is stubborn, slow to forgive and Rylee is afraid of loving him.
Follow their story as they get pulled together by their bond but pushed apart by their actions as Lucas tries to lead his lair and protect his family.

"See how easy it is to excite you," I said as my fingers pushed inside her. Her whole body stiffened as she looked at me.
"I don't love you Rylee and I wouldn't fuck you even if you begged for it."
Her hand made contact with my cheek as she slapped me as hard as she could and it stung a little as she pushed herself up and away from me.
"I fucking hate you," she said coldly and walked over to the bed.
"You hate me? I hate you back!" I yelled at her.
"You expect me to believe your story but you won't believe mine!"
"You can't even remember what the fuck you did that night. I saw you coming out of the bathroom with him following you! Can you honestly tell me you remember what you did in there?"
"I know myself and I wouldn't sleep with some random stranger," she said as she looked at me.
"Except that you did."

He was supposed to be a distraction.
A gorgeous, broke model I could keep until my heart stopped aching from my husband’s betrayal.
I paid for his time. I set the rules. I thought I was in control.
But the man in my bed wasn’t who he said he was.
Behind the perfect smile and sinful body was a billionaire hiding from his own enemies.
Now he’s tangled in my life, in my bed, and in my heart—
and walking away might be more dangerous than staying.

~ Solaris’ Reign ~

Solaris has reached the end. Her body giving out after her gruesome past and forcing her to accept the future. However, she’s not done yet. There are some last strings tied to her past that she needs to bring together. It brings her home, to the Moon River pack, and to two men she never thought she would see again. However, with their fates intertwined, Solaris needs to pull everyone together before she takes her last breath. To save the lives of everyone she loves but her own. Battling the stigma of rogues, the broken-hearts of her lovers, an old flame, her duties to her kind, and trying to hold on before her final breath is taken.

After being abandoned by my husband one last time and rejected by my own son, I finally hit my breaking point.
Because I was dying.
At the very end, fate sent me back to the world I once knew.
And there, love and glory swept over me like a flood.

Kara hated cheaters with a passion and had already declared it a deal breaker in relationships. This is because of her Dad and his mistress breaking her family and also resulting in the death of her mother whom she loved so much.
Everything changes for her when her husband's twin brother arrives in San Diego and comes to live with them for a while. An unexpected turn of events happens because of him and she slowly starts becoming the person she hates the most. What is in store for her? Read to find out about this exciting story!

I LOVE YOUR TEARS- He healed her Heart which was broken by him.

She was broken; he healed her.

She was betrayed; he taught her to fight back.

She was selfless, and it was taken as an advantage by everyone; he made her strong and smart.

She was immature; he changed her thought process.

She was a failure; he brought a successful and inspirational woman out of her.

She lost trust in love; he showed her what true love is.

She thought she was a broken bottle and useless; he encouraged and supported her to become an inspirational woman and source of life for many women who were broken and betrayed.

Jwala, the one who inspires every woman. Agni, who encouraged her. If life throws challenges at you and troubles you at every point, never give up. CHALLENGE THE CHALLENGES AND TROUBLE THE TROUBLES.

The concept in brief:
Patience, sacrifice, kindness, tears make a person strong, but not weak. Every success starts with failure. Any great story contains tears. Pain makes a person know their hidden capacity. Never ask God why me because God or fate gives problems only when you are capable of facing them. A stone which was depleted by a sculptor turns into a beautiful sculpture. A person who suffers most becomes most successful person on the Earth.

Girls are not vulnerable; they are strong. They inherit qualities like love, sacrifice, patience, and kindness which enhance the beauty of their heart but often misinterpreted as their weakness. They bear pain because of their kind heart, but they can create miracles if they are left freely without binding their legs. Read the book to find out how a naive girl Jwala, who faced worst circumstances, became an independent woman with encouragement from the love of her life, Agni.

Meet Georgia Sanchez, an eighteen-year-old girl who has a miserable past. Her mother was killed by thieves. Her father is a drunkard who often molested her. Her younger sister died from hunger, and her younger brother is suffering from severe pneumonia. She has no money to pay her brother's bill, so she had no choice but to work in a brothel, which she considers much better than being raped by her own father without getting anything. Her life suddenly changed, by chance or by the grace of the gods in heaven, when she met a wealthy businessman named Harry Will, who offered her a strange job: to pretend to be his girlfriend for six months in order to make his ex-fiancée jealous. But this didn't turn out right, as Georgia truly fell in love with the almost-perfect man, and if she's dreaming, she doesn't want to wake up. But even in dreams, she has bad luck; the man doesn't love her and considers her a friend or a younger sister. What's Georgia going to do now? How can she accept the fact that Sir Harry doesn't love her?

Warning This is a dark novel, it contains scenes that can cause some kind of trigger, such as abuse, rape, trafficking and torture.
"I put my head between my knees trying to escape the memories, maybe because the first times were the ones that hurt, the ones that destroyed an innocent heart and stole my soul." Beatrice Costello was married at sixteen to Stefano Sartori after living seven years of a dark marriage, an unusual plan comes up with the help of her brothers. Forge your own death.
This story tells how a woman can get back on her feet after so much trauma.
Dragon is a former marine, along with his brothers in uniform, they set up a motorcycle club in new york in full expansion to Texas. He hates Italians and finds himself hopelessly in love with one.
Contains a lot of Dark and Hot.
Book I of the beginning of the Costello Brothers Series

“Go find one of those perfect little she-wolves lined up to mate you. Play your Alpha card on them. I’m sure they’ll beg to be marked..maybe they’ll even let you f—”

“Seliene!” he snapped, his voice a roar as he grabbed my wrist.

“Stop touching me!” I shoved at his chest, voice rising despite the sting in my throat. “Stop acting like you care when all you've ever done is hate me!”

Tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “There are plenty of men who would take me to bed without second-guessing it. Maybe I should let them. Maybe I should—”

His hand tangled in my hair so fast I gasped, and the next thing I knew, my back was against the wall.

Ronan’s eyes were glowing now—not just anger, but something else. Something deeper. His wolf was there, right under the surface, growling low and dangerous.

“Oh?” I taunted, my body betraying me with a subtle tremble of arousal. “What is this? You don’t want me, but no one else should touch me either?”

His growl deepened, vibrating between us, and then his mouth crashed down on mine.

I moaned before I could stop myself, and that only seemed to provoke him further. He pressed harder, his body pinning mine, every inch of him demanding, claiming.

He groaned into my mouth, his thigh sliding between mine and pressing upward. I gasped, my head hitting the wall as pleasure sparked through me.

“Don’t want to touch you?” he growled against my lips. “I want you with every damn breath.”


Seliene, a fierce half-breed hiding heartbreak behind a defiant tongue, and Ronan, the brooding Alpha who once rejected her, ignite in a moment of raw passion and buried longing. Bound by a mate bond they both try to resist, their chemistry is undeniable, dangerous, explosive, and edged with the pain of a love neither dares to admit.

I kept a list. Ninety-eight times my husband chose another woman over me.

Missed birthdays, ruined anniversaries, broken promises—all for his "patient" Sophia, who seemed to have a medical emergency every time we had plans.

"It's just my job, Emma," he would say. "You understand."

Ryan thought he could have his cake and eat it too. He was wrong.

After an incident, I was determined to leave him, and before I left, I gave him an unforgettable "gift."

Five years. That's what I gave Vaelor, Crown Prince of the Dark Elves.
I was already dressed for the betrothal ceremony when I caught his voice through the gap in the council hall door.
"You're really going through with it? The human?"
"Of course. The Alliance has kept a blade at our throats for years. Their leader's apprentice, given to us in marriage—that puts it away."
"But if she suspects—"
"She won't."
"And Lyseth—"
"Lyseth is who matters. The human is manageable."
I didn't make it out of the courtyard. A blade came from the darkness before I could summon a defense.
When I woke up, I remembered everything. Aldric. Isara. The Alliance. Five years of roads, every step.
Just not his face.
Aldric's messenger stone was on the nightstand. Short, direct: Return to the Alliance. Political marriage. Orc Royal House.
I wrote back: Seven days.

For two years I was Easton's secret girlfriend. I paid his tuition. I took a beating from the guys who came for him. I gave up my MIT interview so he could chase what he wanted.
Then I heard him behind a half-open door, kissing my best friend.
"Last life she clung to me like a lunatic. This life I'm not making that mistake again."
Last life. They'd both been reborn—come back with every memory of a life I don't even remember living—and somewhere in it, they'd decided I was the desperate girl who ruined everything.
Fine.
I went back to my desk, pulled the MIT acceptance I'd been about to turn down, and signed it.
Easton, I'll let you have her.
He spent two lifetimes sure he was the smart one. He's about to find out which of us was holding back.

For three years, Carol Bright was Edward Dawson's secretary and stepsister by day, and his secret lover by night. To him, she was just a game—disposable, forgettable, never meant to be loved.

When Edward announces his engagement to someone else, he expects drama. Instead, Carol disappears from his life without a word.

Now, she's no longer his. She's the heiress of the powerful Bright family—admired, untouchable, and far beyond his reach.

Then he sees her with another man. She slips behind closed doors. The lights go out—and she never returns.

That's when Edward realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life.

The woman he once thought he owned is now the one he can never have again.

Five years ago, Rebecca Percy gave up everything to marry into the powerful Spencer Family.

She spent five years as a devoted wife and mother, only for her husband to sacrifice her to a financial tycoon for a business contract, leaving her to be abused and broken. Her heart turned to ash.

"Rebecca, you are nothing but a breeding machine. Without the Spencer Family, you are nobody! You want a divorce? Fine. But don't you dare regret it!"

But outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, the ex-husband who had just threatened her watched in shock.

He saw her holding the divorce certificate, embraced by another man, and felt a burning jealousy—and a sudden, hollow emptiness in his heart.

Rebecca swore that from now on, she would focus only on her career, not love.

Yet, she found herself pinned on a vanity table by the young Master Whitaker.

As he relentlessly claimed her, he demanded:

"So, Rebecca... you think I'm just a fuck buddy, is that it?"

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

My boyfriend hated the new freshman, Lila.
She followed him everywhere from day one, and he’d complain to me nonstop.
“Want me to get her kicked out? My dad can write a check and make it happen.”
I laughed it off. “Cocky much?”
He nudged my shoulder. “You really not scared I’ll get taken?”
Please.
We were childhood sweethearts, bound by family and our upcoming competition duet.
Her cheap, desperate act? I never saw it as a threat.
I had no idea how wrong I was.

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

The night before graduation, a confession post blew up the school forum:
“Daphne, I’m gonna rip up my Harvard offer onstage during commencement to confess to you—my whole college future as my love token.”
The OP bragged nonstop in the comments that he’d locked down the state’s only full-ride Harvard scholarship, his admission was a done deal, and graduation was nothing but a meaningless formality anyway.
The attached photo showed their interlaced hands. That old burn scar on his forearm—the one he’d claimed he got saving me—stared back like a chain that’s trapped me for ten years straight.
I poured every cent, every spare hour and all my academic resource just to get him into Harvard. I even voluntarily stepped down from the scholarship race and passed the spot to him.
This childhood sweetheart who’d sworn we’d go to Harvard together only hours ago threw every promise out the window for a rich transfer student, willing to gamble both our futures just for a dramatic grand gesture.
I shut the forum tab, pulled up my email to the scholarship committee.
I’m formally taking back the scholarship spot I gave up！

On a full moon, every wolf has to be inside a registered shelter before moonrise. That's pack law.
So when my husband's leave finally lined up with a moon, I spent six months and eighty thousand dollars booking his whole family into a top-tier sanctuary on Silverspine Ridge. Then his first love decided she wanted to come.
Instead of telling her no, he gave her my registered bed — and sent me a queue number for the state shelter, a thirty-six-hour line for a bunk in an open ward full of rogues. I looked at his parents, his sister, waiting for one of them to object. Every single one of them took his side.
So fine. I drove the other way, and spent the next three full moons enjoying myself — alone. That's when the whole family started to panic...

A hundred years ago, that curse was meant for him. I'm the one who threw myself in front of it.
It cost me my elven heart, shattered on the spot—and a name I could never wash off. Traitor.
I never argued. Because the moment I speak the truth, the curse goes straight back to him.
So I stayed. I became his blood servant and let him drain me, one bottle at a time, to feed the woman he'd waited a century for. I told myself that if I endured long enough, someday he'd see my heart for what it was.
Then the healer told me my heart had thirty days left.
And he walked in, knife in hand, to say his beloved needed more of my blood.
This time, I'm not enduring anything.
I'm going to give him back this heart—at the exact moment he's most sure he's won.

To avenge his beloved, my husband locked me—pregnant—in a dog cage and sank it into the icy lake outside our house.
"Wendy spent ten minutes in the water. You'll stay in there for two days."
I screamed and pleaded, "I'm not lying! I really am pregnant! Please!"
But he towered over me, his eyes full of disgust. "You'll say anything to avoid punishment—even a lie like this?"
As the iron cage sank, the freezing water swallowed me—and took the unborn child with it.
Two days later, he had the cage hauled up, waiting for me to beg Wendy for forgiveness.
But all that was left inside was a curled, lifeless body, my dress soaked in vivid red.
I hovered above, watching coldly as he clung to my corpse, howling like a madman.
Eric, why are you crying?
Isn't this what you wanted?

BLURB

“I don’t love Selena anymore. All I see is a broken shell…a barren woman.”

Those words, spoken by my husband behind the closed door of his study, were the jagged shards of glass that finally shattered my world.

For years, I endured the physical agony of ten miscarriages and five failed IVFs, believing Franklin was the anchor holding me together. I didn’t know I was actually the anchor dragging him down.

He wants a divorce.

He wants a woman who can give him the family I couldn't.

He wants to be free of the burden of a wife who is falling apart.

But Franklin doesn't know my biggest secret. It isn't just my womb that is failing; it’s my entire body.

I am dying.

Stage four cancer is aggressive, and my time is measured in hours, not years.

I could tell him the truth.

I could watch him stay out of pity, trapped by guilt for the rest of my numbered days, but I love him too much to let him become my martyr.

So, I’ve made him a deal.

I will sign the divorce papers and walk out of his life forever but first, I want twenty-one hours.

One hour for every year we’ve known each other.

One last day to pretend we are still the awkward intern and the protective man who fell in love.

He thinks he’s spending these hours saying goodbye to a woman he no longer wants.

He has no idea he’s actually saying goodbye to a woman who will be dead before the ink on our divorce papers is even dry.

Twenty-one hours of lies.

Twenty-one hours of love.

And then, I’ll let him go.

Forever

In their eyes, my wife Emma—an Ivy League tenured professor in biological sciences—is ruthless, rational, and obsessively clean.
For seven years, even when she washed her hands, she would only ever touch the right-side sink—hers.
Until that night at 3 a.m., when I pulled a strand of sandy-golden short curl—hair that belonged to neither of us—out of my men’s shower loofah.
And around the neck of a pre-med student named Lucas, I saw the antique silver cross my dying father left in my hands.
When I confronted her, my always-icy wife protected the little homewrecker, slapped me across the face, and called me a jealous, controlling chauvinist.
She thought I’d swallow it like a coward.
But she forgot: as a top cardiothoracic chief, the thing I do best is cutting out tumors.

Reader Advisory!!!
This story contains steamy scenes, mature language, and forbidden romance.
Recommended for readers 18+ who enjoy emotionally intense and sexually charged love stories with depth.
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“I’m going to turn every dirty page you’ve ever read into your reality, Teyana.”
And Jeremy Carter did.
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It started with a simple party dare and ended with my legs wrapped around the ever-addictive Jeremy Carter’s waist.

I never thought the boy who never noticed the nerdy me in high school, the emotionally unavailable biker god I’d secretly fantasized about, would become my stepbrother.

Or that I would find a naked painting of myself hidden in his closet — painted by his own twisted hands.

Jeremy is inked sin, raw dominance, and a filthy mouth.

I was just the quiet, virgin bookworm, that took solace in dark romance novels… until he dragged me into his dangerous world of racing, rage, and ruin.

I should run. I should regret it.
But when a man like Jeremy Carter kisses you, there’s no coming back.

But what happened when family, friends, and even the campus tried to pull us apart?

This is the story of how I got ruined by the one man I might never have… and how I let him.

She stole my wedding. I stole her future.
On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins.
So I did what any woman scorned would do.
I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.”
Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand.
But he said, “I do.”
Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love.
Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings…

CAUTION: Be ready for shameless pleasure that never stops. This story is a violation of moral, not for the faint hearted. A glance is enough to make you cum.

I shouldn’t get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do.

It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.

My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.

But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

On the night of her seventeenth birthday, Nova watched a masked man walk away from the ashes of her family. On his left wrist, burned into her memory forever, was a dagger with a serpent coiled around the blade.

Six years later, drowning in her comatose brother's hospital bills, Nova works at Club Venom just to survive. Then a masked Dom with piercing green eyes walks into her VIP booth, and she sees it.

The same dagger. The same wrist. The same mark.

Nova does not run this time.

She accepts his offer. Two months as his submissive in exchange for every debt cleared. To him it is desire. To her it is access. She will get close, learn everything, and end him.

But the man beneath the mask is not what she expected. And the pull between them is not something she can explain or control.

Then Nova lands a second job as personal assistant to the Alpha King.

The moment she walks into his office, her world stops.

Same height. Same build. Same presence that makes every room feel smaller. But his eyes are darker. His wrists are bare. No tattoo. No mask.

Two men. Same face. Completely different.

Or so she believes.

What Nova does not know is that the Dom she is hunting, the Dom she is falling for, and the Alpha King turning her world upside down are all the same man.

And he is running out of time to tell her the truth before it destroys them both.

Through a one-way mirror, I watched the passionate scene unfold between my fiancé and my best friend. I turned and impulsively married the stranger I bumped into in the hall.

At the wedding, I publicly replaced the groom, turning that scumbag into the laughingstock of the city.

It wasn't until he faced my new husband and stammered, "Uncle," that I realized... in this revenge plot, perhaps I wasn't the main character after all.

Ryan: My Ex, My Mate
I see a woman with her back turned to me, but Aspen yells, "MATE."
Angel runs toward the woman, screaming "Mommy," and my mate is none other than my ex girlfriend, Reya Lopez.
Worse than that, my mind processed what Angel called Reya. She called Reya "Mommy."
What the fuck? She had some other wolf's child. I held Angel. I caught her scent. This is Reya's child, but not mine! Is this why she left? Was she pregnant with some other wolf's pup?
Reya: My Ex, My Boss
"Good morning! I am glad I caught you. I need to show you to your office." Stephanie says.
I stare at her confusedly; "I'm sorry, my office? I thought I was an administrative assistant?" I ask her.
"You were, but you have been reassigned. You are now the direct personal assistant to the boss. You will take the small office next door to his, designated for the position."
"Why would the boss ask for me as his personal assistant?" I ask Stephanie, confused by the sudden change.
"I don't know hun. I just know Mr. Sullivan asked for you personally." She smiles at me.
I try my hardest to return the smile, but did she, Sullivan? As in, my ex boyfriend, Ryan Sullivan?!

"This doesn't make sense." I whispered, my hand on the door knob.
"We can't tell mom and dad." He whispered back into the darkness.
"You can't be my mate!?" I hissed back "your my brother."
"I'm not going to resist the Sparks April," He growled, but continued "or the pull, and feeling of want... Do you hear me?" He growled.
"W-what?"
"I want you so bad it hurts" he whispered.

It was like my lips moved and spoke for me.
"Then take me."

His warm lips smashed onto mine finding them in the dark. Sparks lit the tiny closet up, and suddenly I knew where he was almost as if we were in a room full of light. I could see every move he made, and I wanted him to make a move on me.
I kissed him back with force, and longing.

My first kiss is with my brother.
My mate.

Oceana is an Alpha, daughter of the ten realms in the clan, adored by her powerful parents and her brother, loathes being pressured to have a mate because she lacks the power of the clan and can't shift into her wolf form which is a disgrace to the pack and was quite bullied for it.
However, her parents betrothed her to an Alpha for a collaboration after her brothers abandoned her, and to avoid Oceana being exposed to the pack, which could ruin her reputation and forbid any Alpha from getting close to her. Yet, to her shock, she discovers Gérard, her brother, was her mate all along.
The most powerful Alpha in the pack who everyone adored for his uniqueness and his strength, he loves women and desires to have no mate, since it was such a hassle doing so. Still, when he finds out Oceana is his mate, he was flabbergasted and his worst fear was becoming a hard nut to crack. How will he be able to resist the lustful forbidden desires he has for Oceana, who has grown up to be such a beauty?

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Lydia Arnault has spent her life perfecting silence. Behind her family’s fame and flawless image, she hides trauma, control, and a past no one was meant to uncover. College is supposed to be her escape, until a single accident at a glittering gala ties her to Adrian Vale, her longtime enemy, in a relationship announced without her consent.

As rumors turn into headlines and enemies into something far more dangerous, Lydia begins to uncover the truth behind her family’s power and the engagement planned years before she could choose. When the lie protecting her finally cracks, Lydia does the unthinkable. She disappears.

Terrence didn't waste a moment in pressing me up against the kitchen counter.

"When..." He growled in my ear, "When we will be getting married, I will be your only king, do you get my point? Only one queen, no misters or mistresses. Just me, just you, and yeah, our babies."

I shivered.


Alyssa Reynolds found herself in a situation, while returning home from work, and she had three choices:

Simply walk away and forget that you ever heard the sound of wailing infants.


Call the police and inform them about the innocent wails.


Follow the sounds of the wails and take the matter in your hands, deciding what to do later.

Being a kindhearted soul and a sucker for babies, she found herself choosing the third option, finding the two little lives.

Two little lives that changed her whole life, her love life included. Her life now revolved around the babies as diapers, vomit and shit seemed to surround her.

Just when she thought that now it's just her and the babies, her whole world flipped over and she found herself living under the same roof as the egotistical, obnoxious and hot-as-hell Terence Powers, the business tycoon who was not going to let the woman fend off for herself and the babies alone.

"Say you're mine," Ryan demanded, his voice rough and raw, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it, Lily."
"Bastard," I gasped, but my pussy was clenching around him, pulling him deeper. "You're such a bastard."
"Say it." He reached between us, finding my clit, circling it with his thumb in that way he knew drove me crazy.
"Say you're mine and I'll make you come."


From college sweethearts to getting married at the end of sophomore year, Lily thought she was the happiest bride in the world. She was so in love with Ryan that she missed the worried looks from her friends and parents. She ignored the fact that their marriage was a secret, the smell of other women’s perfume on Ryan, and how he always left when his phone rang. For two years, Lily held the marriage together by herself. She even spent her whole senior year secretly helping Ryan’s company with her technical skills, using a false name.

She gave everything—her love and her talent—but only got disappointment in return. Ryan said he missed her graduation because of traffic, but Lily saw him on the news with another woman at the hospital. Lily wanted to leave, but Ryan’s apologies and their physical closeness kept pulling her back. As her love faded, the baby growing inside her became the one thing holding her to him.

Will Lily find the courage to leave and start over, or will she stay trapped in her golden cage?

Harlyn Sage always believed she was an ordinary girl—until the night her world was torn apart. Rejected by her pack during a brutal mating ritual, Harlyn discovers that she is far from ordinary. Born from the forbidden union of a powerful werewolf and a Gaia sorceress, Harlyn is a lupomancer, a being of immense, untapped potential that threatens to upend the delicate balance between werewolves and sorcery.
As Harlyn struggles to understand her newfound powers, she is drawn to the enigmatic Ethan Starrk, a primordial werewolf with a dark secret. Bound by a mysterious bite that has hidden her true nature, Harlyn's connection to Ethan runs deeper than she could ever imagine. But their bond stirs dangerous forces, igniting jealousy in Higan Sinclair, a rival alpha who will stop at nothing to claim what he believes is his.

Clare, a room service staff met a rich businessman named Michael. Both of them gets attracted to each other and spent a sexy romantic full of lust journey to New Zealand. During the journey, Michael feels falling for her and wants more time with Clare and asks her to go with him. Which made Clare reveal her worse past secrets which can cause trouble for both of them in the future. But Michael assured her past will not come in between and they can have a good time together. Clare agrees and the problem started after Michael's relatives and friends come to know about Clare's past. How they still manage to stay in love, stay together is the story you will know next.

"Hey there. It's been a while" I said with a huge smile on my face."
Why? He sounded angry.
"Are you okay? You seem quite angry. Well… I've always wanted to meet you again but it seems like you're avoiding me. Why? Did I do anything wrong?"
"I'm avoiding you? Well yes, I am avoiding you."
"Why? Tell me, why are you avoiding me?"
"I am avoiding you because you are Serena Riccardo. Tell me, why would I want to meet someone like you? You don't worth my time."
"What did you just say?"
"I only meet and hangout with humans with hearts and not heartless demons in human form, like you."
"What are you saying?"
"You know what I'm saying, Miss dreaded Mafia boss."
"I did my research and investigations and realized that those words were even hiding a lot of things about you. You know what, this discussion ends here. Good bye to you Serena, never to cross paths with you again."

"Mafias don't make threats, we make promises and keep to those promises. So I promise you, you're going to be meeting me often and often until you get use to it, Mister." I said and smirked.


What happens when fate plays a fast one on you? Handsome, young and rich bachelor, Matteo Alessandro crosses path with the dreaded Mafia in Italy, Serena Riccardo and it was the end of him as Serena picked him to become her husband. He was caught between the line either to save himself from this Mafia Lord or save his family.