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【This story contains explicit adult (R18) content and BDSM elements. It is strictly for mature readers.】
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After my family went bankrupt, I was handed over to the mob boss Nathaniel to be his lover. He chained my neck and made me kneel naked by the bed.
"Be a good little canary for me."
Little did I know, my ex-boyfriend was Nathaniel's niece's fiancé, and his nephew had a habit of stealing Nathaniel's favorite women. 
I was forced into affairs with several men until Nathaniel found out. He yanked my hair and thrust into me forcefully. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"
A gunshot rang out, glass shattered, and several men burst into the room. "Nathaniel, you can't keep her all to yourself!"
In this dangerous game of cat and mouse, I became stronger. This time, I would make them kneel at my feet, one by one.
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Nathaniel's fingers were already coated in slickness as they pumped in and out. Victoria writhed in discomfort. "Not enough... need something... bigger..."
A wicked gleam flashed in Nathaniel's eyes as he reached behind his back and pulled out a small handgun, pressing it against her wet entrance, slowly pushing it in.
"Ah! Mr. Cross, it hurts, I'm gonna break..."

I hate Lucas very much, even though he is my brother's best friend.

Everyone else looked at Lucas and saw a righteous gentleman. But all I looked at him and saw a malicious, self-righteous jerk.

I had proposed my feelings to him whom I had fallen in love with the moment I set my eyes on him.

However, he had crushed my feelings and went abroad the next day.

Now, he's back and undeniably, I couldn't believe that my heart still beats for the man who had crushed me so hard after several years.

Can I let go of the love I had for him or it seems like it has come to stay?

"Aspen" I hear someone whisper from faraway. I ignore it and just pass it off as the wind since I left my window open last night.

"Aspen" I hear again except it's louder this time. I ignore it again.

A couple of minutes later a sweet smell fills my nostrils. It reminds me of pineapples and vanilla.

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to burn your favorite book" I hear a familiar voice say which causes my eyes to snap open as I jolt up in bed so that I'm facing my best friend

~DANIEL MILLER, a 25 years Old the CEO of MILLER EMPIRE.

A Smiling Demon in human disguise who has been know of man of few words, hardworking, Dangerous and Lovable but only for his family and friends.

~SAPPHIRE MARIA STONE, A Teenage 18 years old girl whose world is around her family. An Honest, faithful, Obedient and a young SOUL.

But she made a mistake. Her mistake was only that Demon laid his eyes on her and she dared to run away from his claws.

"How Dare You!",, Demon took threatening

"How Dare You!",, Demon took threatening steps towards her.

She was scared because of the negative aura were coming from him.

"I'll cut Your wings and cage you in my castle" Daniel said and his each words were like a molten lava and his eyes were red.

"I'll never accept You", Maria said and tried to run away from him.

"I'll fuck this sweet little mouth of yours", Demon growled loudly. He rubbed her lower lips with his thumbs and with his other hands were on arms, gripping tightly enough to left marks.

"Let me go", Soul screamed and started pushing him away from her body. She Cried and hot tears were streaming down from her eyes

"Never", Demon said and claimed her mouth furiously and wildly thrust his tongue in her mouth. He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment.

What would happen when Demon really caged her soul in his Demonic love?

How will soul escape from the trap and find a way to get to know the hidden identity of the demon?

Will Demon's true self break her or will she able to fight back to him?

My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.

I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.

Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.

Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.

Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.

His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."

The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.

All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.

When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."

I laughed.

The dying one had never been my father.

It had always been me.

Three years ago, I caught Kael holding Layla in his arms.
Layla was pressed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.
Kael saw me. His arms stiffened for an instant, but he didn't let go.
"Aurelia, listen to me."
I didn't give him the chance. That night, I picked up our son, Milo, and left the wolf den where I had lived for five years.
But when I woke up, my arms were empty.
I was about to go after my son when my mom Morgaine's talisman lit up.
"There was an avalanche on Dusk Moon Ridge last night. Kael and Layla followed your trail up the mountain and were buried in the snow. The pack searched all night and found nothing."
"Where's Milo?"
Morgaine went quiet for a moment before telling me a band of black wolf marauders had spotted Milo on the mountain path.
Three people. Gone in a single night.
And they all blamed it on me.

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.

He knelt in the dirt, begging to see the daughter he abandoned, but I pointed to the man beside me: "She calls him Daddy now."

Ryan looked like a ghost. Stomach cancer had eaten away his arrogance, leaving only skin and bones. He stared at Grace—the baby he thought was dead, the baby he tried to replace with an orphan. "Zoey... I'm her biological father. Please."

I held Chris's hand, feeling his warmth, so different from Ryan's cold betrayal. "Biological?" I scoffed. "You're just a sperm donor who chose his sister over his wife."

Grace hid behind Chris's leg, looking at Ryan with fear. That look broke him more than the cancer ever could.

"You have Lucy," I said, turning away. "And her child. Go enjoy the family you destroyed us for." I watched him vomit blood into the grass, realizing too late that he had traded a diamond for a stone. He would die alone, while we lived happily ever after.

When the earthquake struck, my fated mate—Alpha Cassian—instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full impact and breaking nearly every bone.
In the hospital room, the girl next door sighed enviously. "Luna Yolanda,Alpha Cassian risked his life to save you. He really loves you."
I forced a smile. "Yes."
But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom and spoke in a gentle voice, comforting his eighteen-year-old mistress—Rosalind Graves.
"I'm fine, don’t cry, be good."
"As long as I think of you, I'm not afraid of anything."
Cassian and I grew up together. From first love to now, it has been ten years.
We are the Blue Moon Pack’s model mates—admired by all.
No one knows he has a secret lover.
A girl who looks just like me when I was eighteen.

My wife was a fearsome Mafia queen in Chicago.
On the anniversary of our daughter's death, she didn't show up.
When I arrived, the male college student she was keeping was trampling on my daughter's black-and-white portrait.
Instead of scolding him, my wife shielded him in her arms: "Marco was just a child, why are you arguing with him?"
She thought I would be like a dog, forever subservient to her for wealth and power, enduring her betrayal.
Until I discovered the true cause of my daughter's tragic death—
I simply pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against her forehead.

My husband is the heir to the oldest werewolf family in London. He is also my fated mate.
He has never once acknowledged me.
While he was on the phone with his little assistant, I told him I'd filed for divorce.
He didn't even turn around. "Fine. Do whatever you want."
So I did.
It wasn't until my daughter and I had vanished from London completely that he finally panicked.
Three months later, he got down on his knees on a cobbled street in Bath and begged me to come home.
My six-year-old daughter planted herself in front of me and stared coldly at her own father. "You're a bad man. Stay away from my mum! You don't get to be my dad!"

"Look at you! You’ve changed! You're really a wolf. And you're my mate! My Luna! Can't you feel our bond? Can't you remember that? You must accept it, and I am your Alpha, Alex is our pup! We must unite to make our powers stronger! To protect and save our son!" Gerald pulled her into his bed and united their powers in a primitive way. Making love.

"Let go of me! Don't be silly! I'm not a wolf! I am human! You're not my mate! The only thing I remember is... You're a murderer! You killed my father!" Jennifer shouted at him with an angry face.


What would happen if you were revealed to be a werewolf? And you were Luna? The one who disappeared six years ago? And she was the mate of Alpha Blackstone - Geralt Williams 30 years old, The CEO of Williams Enterprise! She even had a child with him! The one she hates so much? Who made her miserable? The arrogant man who was also her Ex-Boss!

Something that Jennifer Ross' which is 24 years old, Jennifer’s brain could not accept. She was living in the present, and she didn't believe in werewolves at all.

Why didn't she remember him?

What really happened to her? But why does he always come in Jennifer's dreams?

Until something happens to her and her son-Alexander, and Geralt Williams tries to save them.

Someone who completely ruined her life, rejected her, treated her like trash!

Even someone she should hate, and get revenge for killing her father!

What should she do?

Can she accept the fact that Geralt William is her mate, and she is his Luna?

Can they come together to save their son?

And forget her revenge for killing his father?

Can she forgive him?

“You don’t know Adrian Kane,” the message read.

“And if you stay married to him… you might not survive long enough to find out. You haven't seen the worst of him yet.”

Sold into a marriage with the powerful and mysterious billionaire Adrian Kane to save her family's failing wealth, Evelyn is left to handle being a nobody at home and a decorative wife in public.

Behind Adrian façade, lies a darkness no one dares question… and secrets capable of destroying far more than Evelyn’s fragile freedom.

Just as she begins to accept her fate, the past she never truly let go of returns...her first love. The man who once promised her a future now stands before her again, offering the life she thought she had lost forever.

Caught between the dangerous husband she barely understands and the love she never stopped feeling, Evelyn is forced to choose.
But as Adrian’s secrets begin to surface, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore...

Did she marry a billionaire…

or a criminal wearing his mask?

And when the truth finally comes out, will Evelyn stay with the man she married…

or run back to the man she once loved?

ADRIAN Cole had it all. Wealth, power, a beautiful wife, and a daughter who adored him. But one mistake… one affair… and one phone call from his mistress was enough to shatter the perfect life he thought he controlled.

When Amelia walked away, she didn’t just leave her husband behind, she carried a secret of her own, a secret that would change everything.

Now Adrian is left chasing shadows of the woman who once loved him, realizing too late that money and pride can’t heal the wounds of betrayal. But the road back to Amelia’s heart isn’t just blocked by her pain, it’s poisoned by the jealousy of her own sister, whose hidden hatred runs deeper than anyone could imagine.

Caught between regret, family betrayal, and the fight for the woman he once took for granted, Adrian must prove that his love is real this time. But what if Amelia’s forgiveness is the one thing he can never buy back?

A story of betrayal, heartbreak, and redemption. Will love survive when it’s already too late for sorry?

Ever since she was ten years old, Emilia Wagner's heart has belonged to one person—Niklas Becker, her older brother’s best friend. To him, she was just the annoying little sister who tagged along, always lingering in the background. But to her, he was everything her first love, her quiet protector, the boy who unknowingly held her heart. Years passed, and she buried those feelings deep, knowing he would never see her the way she saw him.
Now a college student, Emilia is no longer the timid girl from the past. She has grown, yet her feelings for Niklas remain unchanged. But he still sees her as his best friend’s little sister off-limits, untouchable. Or so she thinks. When fate forces them into close proximity, stolen glances turn into lingering touches, and unspoken words become impossible to ignore. Niklas, who has always kept his distance, begins to see her in a new light.
But love isn’t easy, especially when secrets, misunderstandings, and the fear of crossing a line threaten to tear them apart. As their undeniable chemistry ignites, Emilia is left wondering, will she finally become the woman he chooses, or is she destined to remain just a childhood memory?

Shantel Leaster is twenty-five and, to put it simply, a mess. She’s clumsy, spoiled, and never on time. Her parents, tired of her careless ways, cut her off and force her to survive on her own. After hopping from one failed job to another, Shantel finds herself desperate, with nothing but her small car, a pile of rejection letters, and a growing sense that life is passing her by.

That’s when she crosses paths with Kelvin Zee. He is everything she’s not: disciplined, powerful, respected, and blind. At first, Shantel doesn’t know how to feel about him. He’s cold and intimidating, but there’s something magnetic about him, something that makes her want to stay. Kelvin offers her a job as his personal chef, and though she doubts herself, she takes it.

Rosemary, a young and captivating maiden finds herself in a cozy yet inescapable cottage with no memories of her life. She knows nothing of the world except in the fairy tale and romance books that a boy brings to her every morning. She longs for love and companionship in her life, until one day, Pierce, a mysterious man who happens to be the Alpha of a nearby pack notices her and visits her. It’s love at first sight, and he realizes they are mates. Interestingly enough, he has also lost most of his memories. Together, they unravel the secrets of their prisons and become closer in the process.
Their heated moments of passion, their lust for each other draws them into one another, but ultimately, their hatred and pain push them away.
Through the hands of The Fates, and the love they share, they learn many lessons on their journey, which they also discover has been repeated. It’s up to them to choose to stay together. Eventually, they’ll have to make a choice.
Nothing is as it seems as they continue to work on getting it right and become the power couple they were meant to be in order to defeat the evils of their world. But time ticks against them as others try to come between their union to change their destiny and everything they hold dear.
Will their love and lust for each other keep them together, or will their hate drive them further apart?

She was so beautiful, her sister couldn’t stand it—so she destroyed her face.

Liora Quinn was the secret behind every dish her stepsister was praised for, the silent wife trapped in a violent marriage, the disposable daughter in a family that only saw her as a tool.

The night of the national cooking finals, she was stabbed in the dark. By her own blood. And left to die without a sound.

But fate gave her one last mercy.

She woke up. A few hours before it all happened.

This time, she doesn't go to the stage.
She walks away.
Straight into the path of Nathan Kang—a man known for his money, mystery, and arrogance.

He offers her a deal.
A new face. A new identity. A way out.

The price?

Marriage.

To save her dying mother, nightclub hostess Emilia Hart is willing to do anything — even seduce the cold and powerful CEO, Dominic Hayes. Rumored to be incapable of desire, Dominic shocks everyone by taking her away in the middle of a party.

But Emilia has a secret — a drug meant to protect herself, not to trap him.

When her plan backfires, Dominic pins her down with ice in his eyes and fury in his heart.
"You want to play dirty? Fine. I’ll show you I don’t need pills to break you."

Money. Power. Lust. And a deal that will ruin them both…

My three-year-old daughter Elsie called her father Dorian while I lay dying on the floor beside our bed.
"Daddy, the bad magic hurt Mommy. Please come home."
"If she wants to die, let her." He called us liars, then went back to cut the birthday cake for Selene—his foster sister and first love.
What he did not know was that the curse that killed me that night had been meant for him.
Now I can only watch. My little girl tucks coats around my body to keep me warm. Her father walks past our bedroom door again and again, certain I'm just sulking, because the woman he chose told him so.
By the time Dorian finally opens that door, there is nothing left to save.
He will learn the truth. He will beg.

Seven months pregnant, I watched the thugs Vivian hired drag us both into the warehouse.
I didn't fight for that phone. I let Vivian—Sean's ex, the woman he never stopped loving—make the call herself.
Because in my past life, I'd begged desperately for Sean to save me from this carefully orchestrated nightmare.
And he did come. He chose me over her.
Vivian was left behind. Raped. Tortured. Murdered—by the very men she'd paid to stage this.
Afterward, Sean said he didn't blame me. He took care of me through the entire pregnancy. Never missed a single appointment.
Then on the day I went into labor, he handed me over to another pack of monsters.
Everything Vivian endured—the gang rape, the abuse, the humiliation—became mine.
Before burning me alive, he threw our dead baby at my feet, his face twisted with rage:
"You wanted to survive, didn't you? This is the price. I'm going to make you feel everything Vivian felt. Not just you—this bastard that should never have existed."
Those months of tenderness were all an act. Carefully orchestrated torture designed to make my suffering absolute.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in that warehouse—watching Vivian's hired thugs hold up the phone, forcing us to choose who gets saved

For three whole years, as the "partner" of the bourgeois empress Victoria, I remained the most docile shadow of her business empire. Everyone thought I was a beautifully kept ornament, but only I knew that beneath this glittering facade, every shadow was a chaotic situation I had quelled with my own blood and flesh. It wasn't
until she used her daughter's final resting place as leverage to appease her lover that I realized that marriage was nothing more than a deceptive hunt.
Now, I'm going to recoup the costs.

Love wasn't free in our family. It was literal currency.
My sister, Stella Belle, and I both had a Kinship Savings Jar. 
It held the love and care we received from our families, which could be traded for anything in the Life Exchange Shop.

When I was six, I bought my mom’s life back from cancer by selling away the pain of her carrying me for nine months.
When I was thirteen, I bought my brother a brand-new leg by trading away every memory of dad’s care and upbringing.
Now, at nineteen, my dad was in a terrible car crash. His body was shattered.
Our family came to the Life Exchange Shop once again. 
 
I nudged my younger sister, Stella, forward.
But mom grabbed her and yanked me to the front instead.
"You've never done anything for this family, yet we gave you so much love and care!"
"Now it's your turn to pay back what we gave you, and you're refusing?" She snapped. 
"Besides, everything in that jar came from us anyway. You're grown now. It's only right that you empty it to repay your parents!"
 
I was shoved against the counter.
Beside me, a girl who couldn't pull anything from her jar suddenly explodes like a firework. 
But Mom, I thought in terror, my jar is empty too......

Hearing my sister Vanessa’s tearful pleas over the phone, a chill ran down my spine.
In my past life, my soft heart led me to take in my niece, Skylar. I gave her everything, only to have my family destroyed—my daughter died of anaphylactic shock, my in-laws perished, and I was killed in a car crash.
Reborn, I refused to make the same mistakes. I immediately moved my kind-hearted in-laws into my home and firmly shut the door on Skylar.
Yet my husband, Ethan, sympathized with the "poor girl" and constantly accused me of being cold and selfish.
My sister schemed at every turn, trying to force the burden of raising Skylar onto my shoulders, while Skylar's own behavior felt deeply unsettling.
Everyone urged me to be generous and kind, but only I knew that the price of mercy this time would once again be my entire family.

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.

After Nicholas got engaged, his assistant handed me a plane ticket.

"Leave. Don’t ever show your face in Silverlight City again."

"Otherwise, Mr. Jackson has more than enough ways to ruin you."

All those years I spent by his side, I was admired by everyone, living in the spotlight.

Yet when I finally left, I was reduced to a pitiful, laughable sight.

I said, "Fine."

But that very night, the flight plunged from over thirty thousand feet in the air.

I was carrying his baby when he threw me into the sea. My husband locked me in an iron cage and dropped me to the ocean floor, convinced I’d killed the woman he truly loved. I held up my pregnancy test with shaking hands. I begged him to look. He walked away. I died alone in the dark, my arms wrapped around our child. Then she came back. Alive. Perfect. Crying in his arms. And I could only watch, a ghost he couldn’t see, as he swore to marry her and leave me to rot. He thinks I’m still trapped down there, hating him. He’s about to find out what he really did.

Congratulations, Mrs. Miles, you're pregnant with quadruplets!
Estella Miles, after years of emotional turmoil, is overjoyed to learn she’s expecting two boys and two girls. Married for five years to a renowned billionaire capitalist, Cameron, she rushes home to share the news as the perfect birthday surprise. But her world shatters when Cameron, unmoved by the pregnancy reveal, tears up the test results and serves her divorce papers. In a cruel twist, he replaces her with her twin sister, Riana.
A heated confrontation between the sisters lands Estella unconscious in the hospital where she works. There, she’s saved by a charismatic, sexy doctor—who also happens to be her boss, the billionaire owner of the hospital. As sparks fly, Estella finds herself falling for the man who mends her broken heart.
Meanwhile, Cameron uncovers Riana’s deception—she’s scammed him and fled, leaving him to grapple with the truth about Estella’s pregnancy and his grave mistake. Determined to win her back, he vows, “I must find her.”
Will Estella forgive her ex-husband and rekindle their past, or will she surrender to the passionate connection with her billionaire doctor boss, whose touch ignites undeniable chemistry?

I waited seven years for Lucas.
The moment our Mate Bond was finally sealed, our wedding night left me so exhausted I couldn’t even move and then my phone lit up with photos of him having sex in a car with Isabella, the widow of his dead brother.

Everyone told me not to overthink it. Our relatives brushed it off. Even the Elders stepped in to smooth things over for him.
But behind closed doors, Lucas showed his real face—Restore the Mate Bond or he would destroy my family’s company.

When I fought back, he slapped me so hard it shattered the twenty years of relationship between us. He froze my accounts, and my mother was rushed to the hospital because of sheer stress.
That still wasn’t enough. He demanded that I apologize publicly at a business gala, to the woman wearing his brother’s wedding gift. He even ripped away the moonstone necklace my mother left me.

I was shoved into a champagne tower, blood all over me. And he never looked at me once. All his tenderness was reserved for his sister-in-law.
Just when I’d finally gone numb, top-tier Alpha Finn walked in with a one-billion-dollar contract. “Your designs are worth this much. And I don’t like people touching what I’ve set my eyes on.”

Seven years of devotion wasted on a lie. This time, I’m tearing the fake Mate Bond to shreds and I’ll make every traitor pay!

At five years old, Seraphina Ardyn disappeared with her twin brother.

At ten, she was found barely alive.

She came home expecting her family to be grateful she had survived. Instead, she discovered they had adopted another girl while she was missing, and Elara had become the princess of the family.

For fourteen years, Sera has been treated like an unwanted burden while Elara gets everything she wants.

But Sera has never been weak.

She fights back and when they try to break her, she gets back up.

Running is the one thing nobody can take from her. Naturally gifted and fiercely determined, Sera has spent years training to become an elite athlete, chasing championships far beyond the borders of her pack.

Then there is Cairn Veylor, the Alpha heir and Sera's fated mate.

She has known for years, but she has never chased him. If he wants the bond, he can come to her.

Instead, Cairn chooses Elara.

She runs and fate leads her straight to Vaelor Rhyven, the Werewolf King.

The moment his wolf sees her, he knows the truth.

Mate.

But Sera is nothing like the helpless Omega everyone described.

She carries scars, missing memories, and a secret buried deep within her blood.

When she finally shifts, the wolf beside her is fire-red with molten-gold eyes.

A Fire Wolf.

Believed extinct for centuries.

Now Sera must uncover the truth about her kidnapping, the twin brother everyone believes is dead, and the enemy hunting her blood.

Because Emberblood can heal, awaken ancient powers, and change the supernatural world forever.

Her family underestimated her.

Cairn rejected her.

Her enemies want to possess her.

They are all about to discover the truth.

Sera Ardyn was never weak.

She was simply underestimated.

And some wolves can be chased forever—but never caught.

Just because I got a B+ in physics, my father slapped me across the face and kicked me while I was down.

"If you worked even half as hard at school as we do at our jobs, you'd have straight A's!"

"Your mom and I kill ourselves every single day, and this is how you repay us?"

To make sure I couldn't argue anymore, they spent a fortune getting their hands on some kind of devil's contract.

Dad sneered: "Once this thing is signed, every hour we work, you have to study. Now that's what I call fair."

Mom nodded along: "No more complaining that we don't understand what you go through."

Looking at their smug, satisfied faces, I didn't argue. I just bit my finger and signed.

Because I knew better than anyone what their "killing ourselves" actually amounted to.

By the time the contract came due, they were on their knees begging me to cancel it.

Mature Content Warning!
An erotic reverse-harem romance. Two men with one woman.

Riya had a perfect life: Happy family, wonderful boyfriend, wild friends and amazing grades. Everything was perfect.

But her life takes an unexpected turn when her parents force her into a marriage, and all her beliefs are set to trial.

She is sold for a deal, quarantined in the pandemic, and her monogamous beliefs are shaking. She is trying to choose one when she doesn't really want to.

So will she get everything she desires or will she have to compromise?

Updated daily.

Ethan and I grew up together. We were supposed to exchange rings at the altar, make our vows. But on our wedding day, he left me standing there to go save his so-called suicidal ex. Almost killed my parents from the shame.

Four years later, I'm back in Portland with my husband. The city isn't that big, and of course fate decides to throw him in my path again.

He has the nerve to ask me to be his mistress.

I hold up my left hand, the ring catching the light. "Are you blind?"

They say everything is bigger in Texas. Apparently, that includes the audacity of a cheating billionaire.
Kyle Hamilton thought I was a nobody. When his secretary/mistress drunkenly hijacked my VIP parking spot and crashed his Lamborghini into my SUV, he didn't care about the truth. He just wanted to humiliate the "small-town fiancée" his father forced upon him.
Surrounded by a mocking crowd, he demanded $5 million for the scratched paint and threatened to end my life if I didn't drop to my knees.
I pulled out a silk handkerchief and calmly wiped my hands.
"Let me confirm," I said, my voice dead calm. "You are breaking the engagement, extorting me for five million, and threatening my life?"
Kyle laughed, thinking he ruled this city. He had no idea that my simple beige coat cost more than his car.
He didn't know my real identity. And he definitely didn't know that his ruthless father had begged for this marriage just to keep me from destroying their entire energy empire.
"Funny," I whispered, staring into his arrogant eyes. "Not even the President of the United States dares to speak to me that way."

“Do you, Alex Snow, take Jennifer Walker, to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Soon to be husband looks at me with the eyes of a beast, ready to rip me apart at any second as he says tightly “I do”

Although he just vowed to take me as his wife, to hold, love, and cherish, his ‘I do’ vowed something else entirely.

It was an oath to make me suffer horribly at his hands.

As soon as the words “I do” left my mouth I was certain, I just sealed my fate by marrying Alex Snow.

And my fate was crystal clear, death is coming for me sooner rather than later.

In a small town called “Snow”, known in all of Alaska for its huge illegal smuggling business on the border of America and Canada, Alex Snow; the new leader of the Snow clan that controls and dominates the smuggling territory, forces Jennifer Walker into marrying him against her will.

After his father gets murdered at the hands of Jenny’s father, Patrick Walker, the Snow clan vows to take their revenge on the whole Walker bloodline.

But killing the responsible man sends both families into a blood feud as both clans vow to make the other one pay.

The only way to stop that bloodbath from turning into a m******e, and claiming more innocent lives was a peace offering in the form of marriage from both families.

Jennifer’s world turns upside down as she turns out to be the one Alex Snow asked to marry specifically to stop that war.

Her only thought at that moment was “He is going to make my life a living hell”

The town Snow and everything it illegally represents is real inside the world I created in this book. It’s as real as you make it to be, but It doesn’t exist in real life

“My body aches to taste you,” Alpha Dante growled against his Luna’s neck, his breath hot and ragged as it brushed over her skin.

“Mmhmmm… Then take a bite,” Stormy whispered, trembling as Alpha Dante’s fangs grazed her skin.


When the moon rises, desire takes over, and lust turns into something far more dangerous.

The Orgy of Desire: Werewolf Erotica Collection is a wild collection of stories where pleasure knows no bounds, pulsing with lust, power, and surrender.

Within its pages, raw hunger, overwhelming sensations, and forbidden cravings ignite between Werewolves and mortals, mates and rivals, predators and prey.

Each story smolders with primal tension, where dominance melts into submission and every touch burns with ecstasy and damnation, leaving you trembling, wet, and desperate for more.

Alphas crave Omegas.
Omegas ache for Alphas.
Betas burn for ecstasy.

Three years ago, I exhausted everything I had in the Abyss Game to save my critically ill wife.
Three years later, my wife and her lover became an inseparable pair in the Abyss Game. To save their own lives, they used my only sister as a substitute, sending her to a dangerous situation where she was devoured by ghouls.
They thought I had lost everything and could be humiliated at will.
But when I chose to accept becoming the master of the Abyss Game, why did they suddenly kneel down and beg for mercy?

[WARNING: this story contains scenes that turn from fuzzy to spicy hot without warning.]
Powerful magic runs in Aeon’s blood. She whispers in the air, and the universe responds. But in a land where magic is forbidden and painfully suppressed by the ruling Lycaons, she must toe the line and live as best she could without wielding it. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she saves Diego, a man in the brink of death, floating in the marshes. She falls for him, he falls for her, but her ever-after twists and shoves her into the dark arena of the Alpha King’s harem. Her forced submission turns into hot romance once Alexander, the Alpha King, marks her as his mate. And as the tenderness between them grows, so did her belly.
So, who’s the father? Aeon is unsure. But Alexander claims it, and the Queen Mother wants her out of the Alpha King’s life once she gives birth to the royal heir. Aeon won’t allow it. She has given everything she’s got, but no one shall take her baby from her. She runs for the hills. She escapes the Queen Mother’s troops through rain and mud and muck, only to be captured by rogue rebels in the woods.
Relief washes over her as she discovers Diego is their leader, but the look of disdain in his eyes unnerves her, as he stares at the baby bump under what’s left of her dress.
“Pregnant with the Alpha King’s Heir” explores themes of self-discovery, the power of love, and the indomitable spirit of those who dare to challenge the status quo. Through Aeon’s journey, readers witness her transformation from a fearful young woman constrained by society to a formidable force for change, determined to reclaim her freedom and the man she loves, and create a better world for her child.

Evelyn Mitchell died at the hands of betrayal, pushed off a cliff by the very people she trusted most. But fate gives her a second chance. She wakes up three months before her tragic end, armed with the truth and a heart full of vengeance.

In her past life, Evelyn was blind to deception. She lost her family, her future, and the man who loved her most—Alexander Gray, the cold and powerful heir who jumped with her into death. This time, she's done playing the fool.

Reborn as the fierce and fearless heiress of the Mitchell family, Evelyn is ready to destroy her bestie who stabbed her in the back and crush the scumbag she once loved. But when it comes to Alexander, things are different. She's not running anymore. She's chasing him.

Everyone in the capital fears Alexander's icy heart, but only Evelyn knows the fire he hides beneath. Revenge is sweet—but love might be even sweeter.

Riley
New name, new look, new life. I've been careful to keep my past at bay. The last thing I needed was the stranger with those calm discerning eyes to cross my path. I must avoid him at all costs, even if he haunts my dreams and sends waves of heat across my skin. My focus is survival, not lust. Not even if he ignited a longing I'd never thought possible.

Draven
A mission. Find the missing girls and bring the perpetrator to justice. The retributive kind. I've grown used to the shadows but I am drawn to her light. Moth to a flame, the only way to quell my curiosity is to satiate it. But not too much. Not completely.

TEASER:
You want me, don’t you?” A simple question that warranted a simple answer.
“Should I have had you checked for a head injury?” he scoffed, a swift blow that knocked the wind out of my lungs and I realised I had been holding my breath. My lips parted, and my chest heaved, working overtime to replenish my body’s oxygen from those few moments of starvation.
Steeling my spine, I stepped forward, invading his space, oblivious to the eyes that were thrown our way. Or was I imagining that? Draven didn’t budge, a perfectly shaped brow elevated as he considered my movement with little interest. There wasn’t a single flicker of emotion to cross his features, not even that Godforsaken misleading smile made an appearance.
“Then you’ve no reason to threaten any man I may find interesting.” I breathed the words slowly, erotically.

My husband, Callum, never loved me. On our wedding night, he panted another woman’s name.
For five years, I endured a cold, loveless marriage. The only reason I held on was my daughter, Tessa.
But on the eve of her fourth birthday, Callum went behind my back and personally delivered her to his mistress Seraphina's underground lab.
The moment my daughter was drained of her blood and her heart stopped beating on that operating table, he was drinking champagne with Seraphina to celebrate their success.
From the moment I walked out of the crematorium holding Tessa’s freezing urn, the submissive wife I used to be died.

Elorai.

They burnt my lab to the ground.

They killed my scientists… with their claws.

The white, pristine walls they coated with blood and brain matter.

Now they’re glaring down at me, teeth bared.

But they won’t kill me.

No… they’ll take me instead, keep me in a cage, and bind me forever to them.

Joke’s on them.

They’re insane if they think I won’t claw my way out.



Ronan. Knox. Lucas

She was our target—the one we were sent to kill.

And that’s what we originally planned to do.

But we had her beneath our teeth, and instead of pleading for her life, she fucking glared at us.

Daring us.

Worst part? Our alpha wills weren’t working. Her scent bothered our wolves.

So we changed our minds.

We’ll keep her… for now.

And kill everyone who tries to take her from us.


Elorai—or “Lo,” like her scientist buddies called her—was just fine, living her life as a test subject for her white-coated handlers, getting cut open and sewn back together, until one day they looked at her and tagged her successful.

That’s when everything shattered.

In an instant, her lab was destroyed and everyone she knew was killed.

She tried to run, but her attackers caught her.

Werewolves… or mad beasts, like her scientists called them.

The plan was to kill on sight—but all three beasts looked down at her, their eyes gleaming... And something shifted in their gazes.

That’s when she knew she was in trouble.

Can she survive them or will she let them ruin her? Read to find out!

So it's true. I am their mate! I am the one they have been waiting for all this time. How can that be? Can I really be so lucky?

"Don't bother celebrating. We do not intend to make a detestable human servant our queen." Angel Fenris states, his voice laced with disgust just like the last time we met.

His rude words hurt me more now than they did yesterday. The full moon must have heightened my emotions.

"Surely you did not think that you're befitting in any way to sit by our side. A beautiful, virtuous princess is the least we were expecting our future queen to be. You're not fit to be her shadow let alone take her place." Angel Garren angrily expresses. The ache in my heart surge.


For the mighty angel kings of Lunacrest, only the most virtuous of women will do.

After growing tired of waiting for a virtuous mate of pure heart, the triplet angel kings have decided to device a contest to find the most virtuous of all royal women to be crowned their queen.

According to the rules of the contest, each of the beautiful princesses is to be hosted in the palace of Lunacrest for a duration of five days while her feminine virtues and loyalty to the angel kings gets tested.

But what will happen when the angel kings discover that their fated mate is a lowly human servant with no royal blood?

Keira is surprisingly the wisest and the kindest of all women. No woman of royal blood can match her virtues.
But will the angel kings realise her value or will they be fooled by the faked grace and elegance of her beautiful mistress?

Dennis Lawson survived life at Blackthorn Academy the only way he knew how—by enduring humiliation.

As a powerless scholarship student in a school built for awakened elites, he was nothing more than a target.

Wealth and abilities ruled Blackthorn, and Dennis had neither. Jack Voss, a powerful Pyro and heir to a billion-dollar empire, made sure of that. Public beatings, cruel pranks, and constant humiliation became part of Dennis’s daily life, watched and ignored by everyone.

Still, Dennis endured—for his mother. He worked tirelessly after school to pay for her medication, believing hard work would eventually save them both.

That hope shattered when he finally achieved a national science breakthrough, only to have it stolen. His girlfriend, Maya, betrayed him, handing his work to Jack. Then, to erase him completely, they locked him in a burning basement and left him to die.

But death was not the end.

A global awakening changed the world, granting abilities to those with hidden bloodlines. In the flames, something inside Dennis awakened too.

He died… and woke up in a new body.

Along with a terrifying power—the Predator System. An ability that allows him to steal the skills, strength, and abilities of those who oppress others.

Especially Jack Voss.

Now, Dennis is no longer the boy they broke
.
He is something far worse.

And he’s coming back for everything they took.

I suffer from severe claustrophobia. The moment elevator doors close, I can barely breathe. My fiancé promised he would cure me. Instead, he locked me inside freight elevators, MRI chambers and underground bunkers. Every time I broke down, he filmed it. My brother laughed beside him. My father waited at home to watch the footage. They cut clips of my terror into videos, just to amuse Livia. I went home, clinging to the hope someone still loved me. But that warm cocoa was spiked with chili. He filmed me choking and tearing up, saying, “Send this to Livia for a laugh.” That night, they trapped me in the darkest place of all. They thought I would die. What they never knew: darkness was never my greatest fear.

My mother smiled into the microphone at my engagement party and announced to the entire elite circle: "My daughter used to be a high-end escort."

That was just the beginning.

By the next morning, she had drugged me and framed me in bed with my sister's boyfriend.

My fiancé walked away.

My sister wore my wedding dress.

And my mother simply shrugged: "She's just a better fit to be a billionaire's wife."

Twenty years later, I am the untouchable matriarch of a billion-dollar empire.

My sister's daughter—a perfect copy of the woman who stole my wedding—is now trying to marry my son to secure her place in high society.

When they stood before me seeking my blessing, I just took a sip of my tea and said: "I don't approve."

They called her the weakest wolf alive.

Then they rejected her on live television.

Sable Voss was the shame of Stormridge Pack until one disastrous race cost them the championship—and her fated mate, Alpha Kael Stormridge, publicly severed their bond.

That night, Sable disappeared.

Months later, she returns from the wilderness transformed.

A rare Dark Moon has awakened something ancient in her blood: a power the packs buried generations ago.

Now Sable is undefeated, untouchable, and the most dangerous racer on the circuit.

But Kael recognizes her the moment she steps onto the track.

The bond he tried to destroy is alive again.

And this time, Sable isn't coming back to beg for a place in his pack.

She's coming back to take back everything they stole from her.

The day I buried my husband, I almost didn’t survive it.
His best friend, Lucas, pulled me back from the edge—and for five years, he never let go. I thought I’d finally found safety.
Then a positive pregnancy test led me to his desk drawer, and to a marriage certificate from Sydney. The groom: my “dead” husband, Ethan. The bride: my best friend, Sophie.
Ethan isn’t dead. And the people I trusted most have been covering for him all along—even the one I never would have suspected.
They lied to me for five years. Now they want forgiveness.
They’re not getting a second chance.

I woke up from a difficult labor, only to be told my baby was stillborn. For three years, I endured unbearable grief, praying and confessing before the priest every night, just hoping to see my child in a dream.
Everything changed at the hospital. I saw a little boy sweetly calling my college roommate “Mom”. My husband and my in-laws stood protectively beside her. I uncovered their brutal lie: that boy was my flesh and blood—the son I almost died to give birth to.
During my confrontation, one shocking secret after another came to light. When my husband begged me to donate my bone marrow and save the woman who stole my family, my child, and my life, I agreed.
But what waited for him was a far crueler truth.