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CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of non-consensual encounters, emotional manipulation, and intense dark romance. Reader discretion is advised.

Blurb:

One stolen thing. One dangerous mistake. Now, she belongs to him.

She didn’t know the fire she was playing with… until it burned her.

He’s a devil in an Armani suit—a cold, calculating billionaire whose empire is built on blood and betrayal. To cross him is to sign your own death warrant.

But she never meant to steal from him. She didn’t even know what she was taking. And yet, in his eyes, she is the ultimate betrayal.

She should’ve been broken, discarded like all the others. Instead, she became his obsession.

Trapped in his dangerous world, she’s torn between hating him and craving the fire he awakens in her. The deeper she falls, the darker his secrets become—secrets that could cost her more than just her heart... they could cost her very soul.

In his world, love isn’t salvation. It’s a death sentence.

“I am sorry. I didn't know what would happen. I just went to meet my dad.” I whimpered, standing in the corner, shivering with the incident.
“When I told you to stay away, why didn't you listen to me?” He growled at me angrily, covered with bandages and blood that had dried in his skin.
“I just wanted to meet him.” I cried, hoping my tears would soften his heart. But rocks don't soften up.
He was standing in front of me. He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to look him in the eye.
“And now, you better be ready for your punishment, bunny. Because you just disobeyed me and I hate people who disobey me.” The way his eyes darkened up, made my heart jump into my throat.
Everyone left us alone. I was locked alone with the devil, in between four walls.
Next thing I knew, he was forcing a kiss on me while pulling me toward the bed.
“Please, I will not do that again.” I whimpered as he tied me up with the bed. My arms and legs apart.
He didn't answer, but he tore my clothes off of my body.
“You will only learn after you are punished.” It was more of an animalistic growl, while his hands were all over my body, scratching me, making me scream


Drowning in debts and concerned about her mother's well-being, Layla made the deal with the devil himself. She had no idea , he was that very stalker who had terrified her half of her life. Not knowing what was coming for her. She soon realized her mistake. But it was already too late. She couldn't leave without being completely destroyed by the merciless mafia boss. The one who kills without thinking.

In a city that never sleeps, blood has a price.

Amara Vale looks like any other woman running a late-night flower shop but her flowers bloom only under moonlight, and the perfume of her roses hides the scent of blood. She’s a vampire who’s learned to live quietly, away from the clans that crave power and purity.

But when she saves a human man — Elias Ward, a medical researcher investigating “rare blood disorders” — from a fatal attack, their worlds collide.

His blood calls to her.
Her silence draws him in.

Soon, desire turns into danger, and Amara’s centuries-old secret begins to unravel. A new breed of vampire stalks the city, and Elias may be the key to stopping them… if he survives loving her.

“You think I’m the monster in this story,” she whispered.
“Maybe I am. But you’re the one bleeding, darling.”

He waited for me for two years. I turned him down twelve times. Every time he told me he liked me, I stayed silent. Every time he asked, "Have you really never felt anything for me?" I would turn my face away. I thought I would have endless chances. I thought he would always be there. Now when I close my eyes, all I can see is the last question he asked me under the moonlight. I thought it was glory. Freedom. The victory I deserved. Not until his body fell beneath the moonlight, not until I had everything, not until I started jolting awake from nightmares on countless full-moon nights, did I realize that the silver sword I drove into his heart had also pierced my own life.

To the world, Cassian Vale is an untouchable god—a global pop idol whose face lines billboards and whose charm leaves millions breathless. To Aurelius Crown Academy, he is the ruthless king who rules the privileged elite with an iron fist.

To Aria Whitmore, he is just an arrogant, entitled nightmare.

Armed with nothing but her fierce independence, Aria refuses to bow to the academy’s cruel hierarchy or to its golden boy. But a single family dinner shatters her reality when a bombshell is dropped: She is betrothed to Cassian Vale.

Forced into an arranged marriage to unite two billionaire empires, Aria finds herself trapped in a gilded cage—sharing a roof, a bed, and a life with the man she swore to hate.

As jealous rivals declare war at school and calculating parents watch their every move, the lines between fake vows and real desire begin to blur. Cassian is used to the spotlight owning him, but under the cover of darkness, he’s willing to burn the world down to keep Aria safe.

They were meant to be pawns in a legacy game. Instead, they became each other's most dangerous obsession.

"The contract marriage has expired. You're no longer useful to me," Lucas's cold voice pierced my heart. After three years of devotion, I was nothing but a disposable tool.

Then, he brought her home. Amelia, his cherished true love—and the daughter of the mafia family that slaughtered my parents. She sneered at me, flaunting my mother's stolen sapphire necklace, while Lucas ruthlessly kicked me out, calling me a mere "housekeeper."

My heart shattered entirely, but the tears finally stopped. I signed the divorce papers and walked out into the night.

He thought I was a penniless nobody who would crumble without his wealth. He didn't know my real name was Isabella Sorelli.

When I appeared at a top-tier banquet, flanked by my three wildly protective, billionaire brothers, Lucas's eyes widened in sheer shock. I am the heiress to the city's greatest empire now. You threw me away for a snake, Lucas? Watch me crush her. And when you finally realize what you lost, begging on your knees won't be enough.

I came to this island asylum for one reason:
twenty thousand dollars.

A job. Three months. No questions asked.

But the moment I signed, they locked a steel cuff around my ankle.
The other end belongs to him.

He's not a patient. He's a monster.
Mob heir. Thirty bodies, broken by hand.
The scars on his face tell me exactly what he's capable of.

He refuses to even look at my file.
Instead, he demands one thing:
I sleep in his bed.
I stay within three meters.
Or the chain delivers a shock that drops me to my knees.

He calls me little rabbit.
He says if I run, he'll cut off my foot.
And last night, when another inmate tried to drag me into a corner—
he nearly killed a man with his bare hands.

So yes, he's my only protection on this floating prison.
But that's the trap, isn't it?

Because when his lips brush my neck in the dark,
when he wraps that stolen blanket around my frozen body,
I almost forget—
I'm not his partner.

I'm his leash-trained toy.

And the worst part?
I'm starting to want him to keep me.

I lost my memory.
When I woke up, my biological parents and aloof wife were fussing over the fake young master's bedside.
I, the real young master who had just awakened from a coma, only received my wife's cold command: "Sebastian needs a blood transfusion. Go donate."
Looking at the scars on my wrists from her suicide attempt, my amnesiac mind only felt absurdity.
I calmly donated blood, then turned and signed the divorce papers, leaving with nothing, and unilaterally published a notice severing all ties with my family.
Later, the fake young master's conspiracy was exposed. My arrogant female CEO wife destroyed her entire family, flew halfway around the world overnight, and knelt at the airport, tears streaming down her face, begging me to come home.
I, however, took the hand of a haired female professor and looked at her coldly: " Sorry, I already have a partner ."

"How much did Ashley pay you for that night?"
"Who's Ashley?" William asked.
"I... I mean... the woman who paid you and asked you to sleep with me that night."
William turned his head and looked at Valeria emotionless, "I don't get it. What the hell are you thinking about?"
William was speechless. How could there be such a handsome and rich pimp like him in the world?


"Valeria Brown was the only daughter of the Brown family, which was rather rich.
But her bestie Ashley and Ashley's mom planned to take everything from her.
Also, Mason, who had been dated with Valeria for four years, cheated on her.
Valeria caught Mason making out with Ashley in the car!
But Ashley never felt ashamed, instead, she drugged Valeria and asked a pimp to take her virginity.
A stranger saw through all of this and chased the pimp away.
Valeria woke up and found this hot stranger lying next to her.
She was annoyed when Ashley told her that man was the pimp.
But actually, this stranger who got rid of the pimp and slept with Valeria was the richest CEO..."

While I was busy looking for a way to save our son's life, Liam, My husband was busy having dinner with his childhood lover, Anna.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Wright, but we can no longer continue with the treatment procedures." Those were the last words the doctor had said before unplugging the life support from my child.

I had lost my child due to my husband's unavailability and I promise to avenge his death.

"Strip her naked and throw her in a dog cage."
When Vincent Sterling gave the order, Serena clutched her stomach in despair: "I'm carrying your baby!"
Vincent just lit a cigarette, watching coldly as the bodyguard’s boot slammed into her belly. "Get rid of it. I don't want anything filthy."
That night, to avenge his childhood sweetheart, Vincent personally killed his own flesh and blood, trampling his wife—whom he had loved for ten years—into the mud.
Later, the truth came to light.
The so-called "infidelity videos" are AI-generated, and the manipulative woman's pain is self-perpetuated.
Seeing the signed divorce agreement and the blood-stained ring, the arrogant Vincent went completely mad.
He knelt in the pouring rain for three days and nights, begging her to come back.
This time, Serena sat in her wheelchair, gazing down at him with an icy, detached gaze.
"Vincent, I don't hate you, but I hate you for being filthy."

The Queen of Blades, Rika dies, hoping for a better life for the remaining survivers leaving a ruined world and she regrets not living a long happy and full life before her death. She awakes as a newborn in a strange but peaceful environment, in the same world of the novel Dreaming Kiss. Rika is reborn as Ulrika Vincent and realizes that she's got a scumbag of a Prince to cut out of her new life. And she wants to save her favorite character, Grand Duke Aric Solheim and what better way to do that than have a one night stand with him and get pregnant by him!

She only wanted one night.

He was supposed to be a beautiful stranger she’d never see again.

But fate has other plans.

Three years ago, Emmaline Facer made a bold choice. She slept with the first man who made her heart race — and disappeared the next morning, leaving with stolen money, a stolen car, and leaving behind a man who never stopped looking for her.

Now? She’s back. Working for one of New York’s biggest fashion companies. And her new boss?

Ezra Queen — the man she abandoned.

He hasn’t forgotten her. He hasn’t forgiven her. And what neither of them knows is that their lives are about to get far more complicated.

Now, forced to work together, old sparks ignite, buried secrets rise, and a dangerous game begins — where love battles betrayal, and past mistakes threaten everything.

And a little girl who isn’t who everyone thinks she is.

“What did you say about me?” Hance asked angrily and Alexa took a step backwards as he wheeled himself closer to her.

“I..I didn't say it. I heard it from the girls downstairs, they said since you are crippled then you can't…you know”

He was finally closed to her and pulled her hand as she landed on his thighs, then he captured her lips with his.

It was a wild kiss and Alexa pushed him so she could catch her breath, then she felt something poking her from below.

“You need enough proof?” He questioned and she bit her lip nervously.

“Uhm, I read it somewhere that, if the man is…then the woman can take control” she stuttered while pointing at his legs.

Hance chuckled, he sat up and nodded, without waiting for instructions, she moved and sat on him as he grabbed her butt.

“Then you better ride me perfectly my little girl” he whispered before they engaged in a rough kiss.


Alexa Parker’s life turned upside down when her husband’s love for her turned to hatred, and he presented her with a divorce.
She had chosen him over her family, and now he presents her with a divorce just because his childhood crush is back. Her love for him turned to complete hatred, but she couldn’t do anything about it; after all, she was from a low-class family.

Left with no other choice, Alexa decides to move on and care for herself, but how was that even possible when her husband’s childhood crush kept doing everything to ruin her completely?

Not long after, she gets a job in a hotel where she gets entangled with a disabled billionaire, and things take a drastic turn when she discovers that the man is her ex-husband’s uncle and also the master of their family.

Will she choose to take revenge on her husband or find ways to go back to him by using the disabled man? Or will she choose to be far away from that family? But what happens when she discovers the true colors of the disabled man? He isn’t an open book or a perfect husband.

Halfway through my wedding, five months pregnant in a custom gown, waiting to say "I do."
A woman stood up and stopped everything.
"I'm so moved seeing you both live in the house I designed." She raised her champagne, smiling like she owned the place. "The architecture, the interiors, the gardens—all mine."
My fiancé Dorian didn't even explain. Just helped her out, left me standing there in front of a hundred guests.
That's when it hit me: I'd been living in his ex-girlfriend's custom-built dream house for three years.
I found the blueprints later. Every page in her handwriting: "S loves morning light," "island height for S," "bathtub sized for two."
Date stamp: March 2019—a year before we met.
I confronted him. He shoved me, impatient.
I fell down the stairs. Lost the baby.
He was in the hospital hallway on his phone: "Don't worry, I'm coming over. We can't let rumors destroy Seraphina's career."
I lay there touching my empty stomach, and something clicked.
I was going to take that house back. Then tear it down myself.
Brick by brick. Smash it all.

Evelyn Vale plans weddings, memorials, and private family ceremonies for people who care too much about how grief looks on camera. She knows lighting, timing, guest flow, and the hidden machinery behind a perfect public moment.

Then one night, while sitting beside the husband who kisses her goodnight, she sees a livestream event scheduled for tomorrow: her own memorial service.

The cover uses her mourning portrait. Grant, her husband, is posed as the devastated widower. Serena, her half sister, stands beside him like a woman already rehearsing the role of replacement wife.

At first Evelyn wants it to be a mistake. Then the invoices appear. The funeral campaign is paid for. The backend record existed. Someone with internal clearance created it, deleted it, and expected Evelyn to die before the broadcast.

Julian Cross, a former livestream safety investigator disgraced by an old death case, is the first person who treats Evelyn's fear as evidence. Together they follow the countdown through funeral contracts, planted comments, medical manipulation, board pressure, platform corruption, and a hidden operator using public grief as a business model.

But Evelyn is not waiting to be rescued. She knows how to build an event. She knows where witnesses should stand, when a microphone should stay open, and how a lie collapses when the room sees the right proof at the right time.

Grant scheduled the funeral.

Evelyn hosts it better.

"My, my, what have we got here?" she heard a deep male voice saying behind her head.
Embarrassed, flustered and red-faced, Ailene pushed down her skirts before turning to the voice
"Don't cover yourself up, lassie, we were both enjoying the view," said another voice, even gruffer than the first and standing to the right of the first man.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked.
"We're just a couple of lonely men who haven't been with a woman for a while, and you look like you're a little lonely yourself, lassie," the first man replied.

Owned by three men who might be her step-brothers, she starts her journey just after marrying her Scottish husband. The story contains s*xual abuse and is prohibited for a younger audience.
20+ audience!
The story may get more intense..

Every time my adopted sister, Ivy, and I had a disagreement, my fiancé and my brother would always call for a "democratic vote."
When choosing our marital home, I wanted the historic townhouse in Beacon Hill, close to my parents. Ivy wanted the luxury penthouse in the Seaport District because it was more vibrant.
Deadlocked, we put it to a vote.
William, my fiancé, raised his hand first. "You're too rigid, Charlotte. You don't understand how to enjoy life. I agree with Ivy."
My brother patted my head. "Don't be selfish. Seaport is closer to Ivy's office. She can easily come stay with you when she's tired."
Three to one. Once again, I was forced to compromise.
 
And when Ivy wanted the massive south-facing master suite in my new house to build her walk-in closet?
"Let's vote to keep things fair," my fiancé, William, declared.
I was a rising architect at Boston's most prestigious firm, yet I didn't even have the right to design my own marital home.
Unsurprisingly, Ivy won unanimously.
Leaving me, the bride, with a master bedroom barely half the size of my adopted sister's closet.
 
Out of more than a hundred family votes over the last ten years:
My fiancé's votes for me: Zero.
My own brother's votes for me: Zero.
Since this was a rigged game of scales that would never tip in my favor... I choose to quit.
Let them play their little voting game without me.

Angela's chest heaved as she chased the ethereal figure through the twisting paths of the orchard, her footsteps pounding against the hard earth. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the scene, casting long shadows that danced and writhed like dark specters. She had come here seeking vengeance for her sister's death, but now she was being tormented by the very spirit that haunted her dreams.
The fog that swirled around her feet was thick and suffocating, muffling her footsteps and leaving her disoriented. A single lamppost flickered in the distance, casting a sickly yellow light that illuminated the steps leading up to the mansion. But Angela was oblivious to her surroundings, her eyes fixed on the white figure that beckoned her on.
"Show yourself!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty night. "I know you're not a ghost! Who are you?"
Her heart hammered in her chest as she approached the forbidden veranda behind Leonardo's studio. There, in the shadows, stood the woman in white. Her features were obscured by the swirling mist, but Angela could feel the weight of her gaze upon her.
"Tell me who you are!" Angela demanded, her voice trembling with fear and anger. Angela's pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat.
The figure remained silent, her ghostly presence exuding an unsettling aura. "You seek vengeance," she said, her voice like the rustle of leaves on a chill autumn night. "But be careful what you wish for, my dear. Sometimes the truth is far more terrifying than any ghost."

Vandal dies betrayed by his fiancée and allies, only to awaken in another world as a chained child marked for sacrifice. His captor, Elizabeth, eerily resembles his mother, but a monstrous power in his left eye turns her nightmares against her and grants him escape.

Alone in a brutal wilderness, Vandal learns he can devour Echoes of living beings, gaining their strength, though the sentient eye hungers endlessly. Driven to find his lost sister, he uncovers fragments of memory suggesting his rebirth and powers are no accident. To survive, he must master the eye, uncover the truth behind Elizabeth, and cling to his humanity before the hunger consumes him completely.

My breathing was still uneven when Robert’s phone lit up on the nightstand.
One new message.

"Robert, there’s thunder. I’m scared." —Sarah.

The words cut through me like ice water.

Robert. My mate. The Alpha of the Ashborn Pack. The man everyone praises as the perfect future king.

And me? I’m his Luna. Supposedly the rightful queen at his side.

But no matter the circumstance, no matter the weight of his responsibilities, the first person he thinks of is never me. It’s always her.

At the banquet, when the elders forced him to make a choice—me, his Luna, or her—the room fell into a suffocating silence.

I still remember the way my heart begged him to look at me, just once, just long enough to see what he was about to destroy.

But his answer came sharp, quick, without hesitation.

"Sarah."

One word. One name. And with it, he tore my entire world apart.

In our strict, unforgiving religious community, lust is the ultimate sin, one that can destroy your soul and your reputation forever.

I just turned 18. He is 38. The pastor’s only son.

Eli Whitaker has been my darkest secret for months.

Long before anyone suspected, he cornered me in the empty chapel and made me sin in ways I never imagined. Rough. Forbidden. Addictive. Every stolen night I tell myself it’s the last time, but when he pins me down and fucks me like I belong to him, heaven and hell stop mattering.

Now our worlds are colliding in dangerous ways. Every Sunday I sit in the front pew while Eli stands beside Pastor Matt preaching purity and righteousness… while his cum is still dripping down my thighs from what he did to me before service.

The entire church is watching. Gossips like Chloe and Leah are always hunting for scandal. Josh wants me. Caleb keeps asking questions after Eli nearly beat him for commenting on how sexy I look.

One wrong move and everything will explode- Pastor Matt’s wealth, our family’s reputation, and this twisted, addictive thing between us.

He calls me “little sister” in public. In private, he ruins me.

This is our sin.
And we don’t want salvation.

We want each other… no matter how many commandments we break.

⚠️EROTICA⚠️

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana.

Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.

Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.

After his coronation, he attacked Salem.

The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.

The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.

They lost everything, including their land.

Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.

The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.


Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.

It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.

As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.

As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes ever, he felt victory for the first time.

He reached close to the Princess and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.

Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.

"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.

Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.

Raiden loomed over her, the entire muscular height of him swallowing her up in his aura.

Desperately, Natalia covered herself.

“Why do you cover up?” he questioned, his tone filled with true curiosity and slight mockery. “Have I not already seen all of you?”

“Yes…” She forced a casual smile to curve her lips. “But we were both drunk, weren’t we?”

“Show me.” Suddenly, he reached for her hands and slowly lowered them from her chest, exposing her to his eyes.

Her breath caught. “Show… show you what?”

“Put my hands on your body and show me how I touched you that night.”


Princess Natalia of the Vampire Viking kingdom of Gadon hadn’t grown up as a soft spoken little lady. Bows, arrows, shields and swords were her toys, the forests and dark woods her playground. That’s why, when her father tries to marry her off, Natalia decides to take matters into her own hands. She decides to free herself by tricking their King into marrying her, even if it means becoming Queen in a Werewolf Kingdom where she would be hated.

Warning: It contains physical and s*xual abuse and anxiety attacks. Have you ever lived in hell and thought you would never leave it? If you had a new opportunity, would you accept it? This was the life of Sera, someone who lost his speech due to trauma and discovers at WolfPaws school a new life. However, what would be a new life, brings her new traumas and mysteries. The hidden past of her mother, secrets of her lineage and a ridiculous alpha named Karim, who is her enemy and who she should hate but who Sera can’t keep away. Will Sera face her demons? And how does her and Karim’s relationship relate to the mysterious secrets of high school? Find out from the wolf who hated alphas.

Nina Caulfield has sworn not to meet Luca de Milano again. After all, her mother is the mistress who caused the divorce of his parents. When she reaches eighteen, her mother announces her wedding which will be held in Spain next year. Now that she's busy preparing for the wedding, Nina has no choice but to live with Luca until she graduates. Luca de Milano, Merger and Acquisition CEO of Milano Inc., is forced to be a guardian of the reminder of his broken view of a perfect family.
A hapless girl with no redeeming qualities and her future stepbrother striving for perfection.
Now, what happens when these two get stuck together under the same roof for a year?

"I, Raven Roman, reject you, Alpha King Xander Black, as my mate." I said my voice firm despite the pain in my heart but he only threw his head back and let out a dark, menacing laugh.
"You? Reject me? I refuse your rejection, you can't escape me mate," he spat his voice filled with hatred. "Because I am going to make you regret that you were born, you will beg for death but you won't find it. This is my promise to you."
Raven Roman is the most hated wolf in her pack, condemned for a crime her family committed against the Royal Family. Bullied, humiliated, and treated as a curse, she has survived every wound fate has dealt her until it delivers the cruelest twist of all.
Her fated mate is none other than Alpha King Xander Black, the ruthless ruler whose family her own once betrayed. The man who wants her destroyed. When she tries to reject him, he refuses, vowing to make her life a living nightmare.
But nothing is as simple as hatred.
There are truths buried beneath their shared past—secrets, lies, and a dangerous pull neither can deny. A bond that refuses to break. And as their worlds collide, Raven begins to uncover the darkness that has shaped both of their destinies.
Betrayal. Power. An enemy lurking in the shadows. Will Xander and Raven overcome the sins of their bloodlines and stand together against the forces threatening their world? Or will their hatred consume them long before the truth can set them free?

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT]
'You've been such a bad girl, I don't know what to do with you.'He keeled.
Hunter spanked my behind again, which made me moan louder and writhe around on his lap because I was so excited. He squeezed my cheek and ran his fingers lightly down my leg. Even more slowly, he started to move his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I finally couldn't take it anymore. The pressure building up in my stomach and the heat and sweat dripping off of me hurt so much. I wanted more; I wanted him to be inside of me.
In the haze of my desire, I suddenly realized something. I was letting the monster that had just taken me away from my family and loved ones turn me on. I had to stop this; it couldn't go on like this. Hunter is not my boyfriend.
'Well, you could just take me away from my loved ones and family. Oh wait, you already did that!' I spat.
Just before he reached my core, his hand stopped.
Hunter's hand was so tight on the inside of my core that I gasped in pain. He then grabbed me around the waist, turned us both around, and threw me onto the bed, making me land with a thud.
Hunter looked at me from below, and his teeth were clenched. He got on his knees and put one arm on each side of me.
'That fucking mouth of yours just won't shut up, does it?'He barked.

My fated mate is the son of the Alpha King who burned my home.

And I have been given to him as his bride.

Blackridge's army came through the hidden paths of my mountains. The war took my father. My pack scattered. And the four months before the war are gone from my head, as if someone cut them out.

All I kept from them is a name. Ash.

Now I ride into Blackridge's royal court as the price of my pack's freedom. Prince Edward waits on the steps. One breath of his scent, and I know.

Mate.

I hate him. What I hate more is that his scent is the only thing that lets me sleep.

And somehow, night by night, I fall in love with him.

Then I learn it was Edward who opened the hidden paths to his father's army. The man I love destroyed my pack, and the life I grew up in.

When the lost months come back to me, I will have to choose between the mate I can't stop wanting and the pack I swore to bring home.

Whichever I choose, I will be the one riding away from the other.

When my Alpha told me a rogue faction was going to destroy our Pack, I volunteered as a hostage to keep him safe.
Three years in a cage. Branded with silver. Broken like a feral. Every rogue in that compound had me. The only thing that kept me alive was a toxic root that numbed the pain — and was slowly killing me from the inside.
Then my Alpha showed up and told me the truth.
There was never any threat. He'd staged the whole thing — hired the rogues, built the compound. Because I'd embarrassed his precious Cora in front of the Pack, and he needed me to "learn my place."
Now he wanted me back. Wanted to make me his Luna again.
But I wasn't the same woman who walked into that cage. And the truth about what happened to me there?
He didn't believe a word of it.
Not until I was already dead.

"I reject you," he says clearly. Loudly. Making sure everyone hears. "I, Ronan Nightbane, reject the false bond between us. I reject any claim you think you have on me."
"Why isn't it working?" he demands.
"Because it's real," I whisper. "Whether you want it or not."
"Then I'll make it clear another way," he says.
He turns to address the entire cafeteria. His voice carries to every corner of the room.
"Let me be perfectly clear," he announces. "She's not my mate. She's not my anything. She's just a sad little girl who needs to learn her place."
The silence that follows is deafening. Hundreds of students stare at me with pity. With disgust. With relief that they're not in my position.
I sit there shaking. My wolf curls up in a corner of my mind and whimpers.
But he's not our mate anymore. He made that clear.
He's nothing to me.


She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that’s where the nightmare began.
Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she’s learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself.
She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty.
What she didn’t expect was Ronan Nightbane.

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For years, I loved a boy who made it clear he would never love me back.

Angelo grew up in my father’s house. Once, he was my protector. The boy who stood beside me when we were children.

Then tragedy hit and everything changed.

After that night, Angelo looked at me like I was the reason his life was destroyed.

In high school, loving him became my greatest humiliation. I chased him while he pushed me away. I defended him while he pretended I didn’t exist.

Everyone could see it.

The mafia king’s daughter… begging for the attention of a boy who hated her.

But Angelo was never just a boy.

He was dangerous.

The fights.
The violence.
The whispers about the things he did to people who crossed him.

Still, I loved him.

I thought the worst thing he could ever do to me was break my heart.

I was wrong.

Years later, the same man who spent his life rejecting me becomes my husband.

Not because he wants me.

Because my father made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

What I thought was destiny was nothing more than a bargain.

And when the truth finally destroys me, I try to escape him.

But the man I married is no longer the cold boy from high school.

Angelo Erasmus now controls an empire built on violence and blood.

And the most dangerous thing about him is not the power he holds.

It’s the fact that the man who spent years pushing me away has finally realized something terrifying.

He never stopped wanting me.

I can't believe My dad will kick me out of my family to be a rouge. The werewolf world is very competitive but I never expected it to be this brutal from the moment I left my old pack border, it felt like deaths would befall me if I were a Rouge. It continued until I was half alive in the territory of another pack. Since I am a rouge trespassing is punishable by death but what if the alpha of this pack it's my mate .....?
Angus, Alpha of the crosswood pack. He is ruthless, cruel fierce, and a dominant wolf whose name strikes fear in the heart of other alphas because of his incredible strength and undeniable courage. When Angus found his mate in his territory, he was excited until he found out that she was a Rouge.

He choked me in front of the entire school. Left bruises on my throat that won't fade. Dumped me without explanation.

And now I find out Conan Voss—the boy I stalked for an entire summer, the Alpha heir who used to climb through my window under full moons—did it all to protect me.

Because I'm a hunter. Born to kill his kind.

But here's the thing about werewolf mates: the bond doesn't care about ancient wars or bloodline vendettas. When I touch the Mithril Rod and it blazes silver-blue, when he looks at me like I'm his entire world even as his pack demands my death, when every instinct screams at me to run toward him instead of away—

I realize the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor.

My name is Ella Morrow. I'm sixteen years old. And I'm fated to either save or slaughter the only boy I've ever loved.

Isla Spencer stopped believing in home after her mother died.
Living in a house where her father adored another daughter more, she learned to make herself small, quiet, forgettable—until the day fate gave her something of her own.
Coel Reese, her mate, and a future she could finally belong to.
She loved him. When a rogue attack left him in a coma, she gave everything to keep his bloodline alive, only to end up catching him cheating with her stepsister.
And the child growing inside her? Not his.
A clinic error had implanted her with the sperm of Logan Vale—the most powerful, most feared Alpha in the territory.
One mistake. One contract marriage. One man who now owns her future.
Logan Vale wanted his heir, while Isla wanted a chance to build her own life.
When Cole and her family tried to destroy her again, she was no longer the old Isla Spencer.
She is a Genius doctor with a formula that could change everything.
And now, everyone who ever underestimated her will regret it.
Including that untouchable Alpha.

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

I stare at him, watching his chest expand.

How is it that someone so strong, so powerful, so dangerous to find become so small when faced with an adversary? The adversary being me.

I see him, knees on the cold tiled floor, his eyes fixated on me in equal parts disbelief. I disconnect my vision from his small form, looking briefly at what I'm wearing.

This morning when I woke up, the sun was shining, snow melting on my front lawn. My kids were sleeping, my husband gone, as usual, working, making money.

Everything was normal except when I woke up this morning, I received a message. This message contained a lot of things I've been waiting to hear but one part, in particular, stood out and made today different. This person on his knees in front of me was the big difference in my day. So when I woke up this morning and decided what I was going to wear I decided I would not wear black because black represented the sign of mourning. I wasn't going to wear white. After all, white represented a sign of new beginnings and not blue.

Blue, well blue was a sign of trust and green with a side of healing so when I woke up this morning I decided I would wear beige, it was an indifferent color something that matched any mood any desire any belief it doesn't necessarily represent anything but nor did it negate anything.

'You know what is so satisfying about killing you?"

'What?" He inquires with that tilt of his mouth and thin lips I have seen a time or two. Many women found this man handsome. sexy even. I was not different, but I knew more than many of them what made him, his colors, the layers that fell away leaving only the middle left and when you looked at it with naked eyes you'd see it was rotten.

I laugh.

'I became a player in this cat and rat game much later. I find it comical that I am the one who gets to catch you, considering there are many people who started in the beginning. What is even funnier is I am the one who would get to kill you."

'You didn't catch me Mrs. Catelli."He says my surname with a pinched face as though he can't bear the sound of it coming from his lips.

'Then what do you oppose I did?"

He smiles, but it is not a nice one. It is filled with the ugliness which has corrupted him over the years.

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First Edition.

April, 19th 2022

Written by Shan R.K

Dedication

I dedicate this book to you the reader. Please enjoy it and look out for the anthology on my website coming soon for free.

Madeleine has seen spirits since she was a small child. It runs in her family and she has never known any different. But when she goes to her favorite antique shop and notices that the plain silver band she has had her eyes set on for three years is still there, she finally decides to purchase it. As soon as she touches the ring, a spirit of a man, Christian, appears and follows her around the shop. The more she learns of his story, the more she learns about herself until she falls for him. Fate has a mysterious way of working. With one life altering moment, she is faced with the very spirit that has been around her. A model in a coma named, Christian.

Warnings: life altering injuries, sexual content, and violence.

Age Suggestion: 18+

The Unwanted Ring: A Romance that Stood the Test of Time is created by Minette Enfers, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Warning:18+ Dark Paranormal Romance | Contains explicit content, captivity, and morally grey characters

They call him the Beast King. I call him mine.

I thought losing my fated mate to my sister was the worst betrayal I would ever face. I was wrong.

When my husband and sister sold me to the Underworld to cover their sins, I expected death. Instead, I got him, Ragel Marcel Angilioleteo, the Beast King of Salvatore. The most devastatingly beautiful man I have ever seen.

He took me for one purpose: to get revenge for what was stolen from him. But the moment his beast caught my scent, everything changed.

"You will be my queen," he growled, his golden eyes burning into mine. "You will wear my marks. And you will scream my name until you forget you ever belonged to anyone else."

I should hate him. Fear him. Run from the monster who claims me as his mate. But when his beast takes control and the mating frenzy begins, I discover a terrifying truth: I don't want to run. I want to surrender.

But our enemies are circling us. My family wants me dead for a ritual that could destroy Salvatore. His supposedly dead wife is alive and plotting our destruction. And the man I'm falling for has secrets that could destroy everything we're building.

"Spread your legs wider. Let me see how wet you are for us."

Stripped naked and bound to the bed, Gwen Thorne has no choice but to obey. Refusing means leaving her comatose mother to die.

To the territory, Gwen is a wolfless omega, the disgraced daughter of a traitor. To the Fenwick triplets—Killian, Barrett, and Cassian—she is a prize to be used, wrecked, and claimed.

The contract is brutal: thirty nights as their shared, exclusive property. Thirty nights of relentless, raw submission.

Yet as they take turns breaking her body, a terrifying truth uncoils. The three savage Alpha Kings are hiding a lethal ancestral curse, and Gwen's secret witch magic is the only cure. Worse, her treacherous body craves their ruthless touch. A multi-wolf mate bond is violently pulling her toward the very men destroying her.

They think they're ruining a traitor’s daughter. They don't realize they've brought their salvation—and ultimate undoing—straight into their beds.

CONTENT WARNING: Ultra-dark, high-heat reverse harem shifter romance featuring possessive Alphas, intense power dynamics, and explicit scenes.

Her dream was always marrying a prince but she never imagined she would be sold to a Monster, a cold hearted Killer. When he bought her she cried for the freedom she had lost forever but later, every other tear she had shed was for her soul because she was falling for the devil himself.

Will he see the light or will his darkness consume her?

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't just sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark.

Expect:
Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.

A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.

Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.


“Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs.

Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been."

And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our cocks.”

I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim.

I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do.

My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade.
He broke me and killed me.

But fate brought me back.

Given a second chance, I ran.
Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS.

Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard.
Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass.
Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form.

They offered me safety.
Then they became my obsession.
Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband.

But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter.
And when the past comes knocking…
I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

Life has always been a bed of roses for Blaze Lucas Campbell, he is a self-made man and owns the Mondonian wine Enterprise, it stands a big chance in the market and has made him a billionaire, but greed has made him wanting more. Blaze has a deep secret which is him being a werewolf, he hides this part for most of his life till after the death of his parents, and he has to look out to become the next Alpha of the Lornato pack in Texas.

My Husband Died to Join Me I begged him to see me. He didn't. He believed her. Every word. I died in my bedroom. When I woke up, no one could see me anymore. She stole my husband. My home. My son. Then she painted me as insane. Everyone believed I was the monster. But there was a hidden camera. When he finally saw the footage, he broke. He avenged me. Then he made one last promise. This time, he came to find me.

My BDSM master is my dad's friend?
"My perfect little sub," he murmured huskily against my lips, his voice thick with desire as he continued to explore the depths of my mouth with his tongue. He reached over to turn off the running water. In a smooth motion, he effortlessly lifted me and settled me onto the slightly elevated sink.
"Raise your shirt." his voice was a low command. I complied without hesitation, lifting the fabric slowly until it gathered just below my belly button.
My pussy was in full view now and he stared at it, appearing completely enamored by my body.
"Now, hug your legs," he directed firmly.
I took in a deep breath and followed his instruction, pulling my legs in and forming them into a shape M that exposed my most intimate self to him.


Celia Bennett has always obeyed.
Sheltered by a powerful father, trained to serve—not live—she’s never questioned her place. Until Pierre Bronsnic arrives.
Suave. Dominant. Dangerous.
Her father’s old friend... and a man who thrives on control.
Pierre sees the truth behind her polished mask. With a single touch, he draws Celia into a world of silk ropes, whispered commands, and the intoxicating pull of surrender. Under his guidance, she begins to unravel—awakening to pleasure, power, and the thrill of being owned.
🔥 Dominance. Desire. Defiance.
Her 22nd birthday will be her breaking point—or her rebirth.

Vito lays down his rules: She belongs to him now. No escape. No other men. No defiance.
But Ortensia isn't one to submit so easily.
Ten years ago, she saved Vito's life when he was just an innocent young man. Their brief connection became a memory he could never forget, until a devastating misunderstanding tore them apart. Believing Ortensia's family was responsible for the tragedy that changed his life, Vito disappeared and returned as a ruthless mafia leader determined to seek revenge.
Now, fate brings them together again.
Betrayed by her own stepbrother, Ortensia is sold into the underground world of the Shadow Market. The man who buys her for millions is the same man she once saved, the man who now sees her as the enemy.
Vito takes her to his estate and sets three rules. She must obey him, stay within his world, and never challenge his authority. But Ortensia refuses to break. She fights back, provokes him, and refuses to become a prisoner of his hatred.
He wants revenge. He wants control. But every confrontation only fuels the undeniable attraction between them.
As secrets from the past begin to surface, Vito must question everything he believes. Was Ortensia really part of the betrayal that destroyed him, or was she the only person who truly cared?
In a dangerous game of revenge, temptation, and desire, who will surrender first?