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Ruth is a beautiful she-wolf who has had premonitory dreams all her life about an ancient vampire curse that would come to her lands and destroy everyone unless she married a man with the blood of a famous painter, Vincent Van Gogh. But the painter has died without leaving any descendants.

One night, Ruth dreams about the angel Ashtar, and Ashtar reveals to her in her dreams and performs spiritual healings to free her from being tormented by her premonitions.

Ashtar finally tells her that she is ready to meet the Angel Ashtar in this life. He gives her an unknown address, where she must leave all fears behind and dance with the wolves under the moon, and among those wolves, she will find the reincarnated soul of Vincent Van Gogh. With this union, they will be able to destroy the curse when the vampires invade.

Ruth uses her wealth to make a positive impact on the world. She is the daughter of the Alpha King, a beautiful and rich princess. One day, Ruth takes a path through the forest, connected with nature and practicing her spirituality, she has a dream, she dreams of the angel Ashtar. However, her practices are suddenly interrupted when she is kidnapped by a mysterious Alpha werewolf, Leon, who needs to receive a reward for kidnapping the princess. What Ruth doesn't expect is to end up falling in love with her kidnapper. Your relationship will grow based on trust and the certainty of your connection with the Universe. Until the Angel Ashtar comes to earth and tells Ruth which path she should take.

​When Liana Rivers fell into bed with her brooding, dominant, dangerously irresistible stepbrother, Killian Wolfe, she gave him everything, her heart, her body, her virginity.
But when she discovered she was pregnant and found out he was engaged to another woman, she ran quietly, carrying a shattered heart and a baby he would never know.
Now, seven years later, she’s a struggling single mom working as a hotel janitor, doing everything she can to hide her past, and her son, from the ruthless Alpha who broke her. Until one night, he finds her again. Richer. Darker. More powerful than ever. And he wants her back.
Killian isn’t just here to play house. He wants control. Of her life. Her body. Her son. And this time, he’s not asking.
She ran from him once. But now that he knows the truth… He’ll burn the whole damn world to keep what’s his.

Warning: This story is R18+ and packed with steamy scenes. Proceed with caution! ⚠️

After years of being bullied for her weight and enduring loneliness, Zia never expected the Moon Goddess to grant her a fated bond with not one, but three powerful alpha triplets.

Cain’s dark gaze lingered on her as he declared, “I want her mouth. I want to be able to take her in a place that seems so innocent, yet every time I see her, I’ll remember how perfectly it fits around my cock.”

Terri smirked, his hands tightening around her waist. “I’m only seven inches long—not as thick as Tyler—so I’ll take her back garden.” His grip on her sent shivers down her spine as he positioned her, his voice dripping with wicked intent.

Tyler leaned over, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, “Then I guess that leaves me with her honeycomb.” His teasing smirk only deepened as he let the tip of his desire graze her sensitive folds, igniting a fire within her.

For Zia, being chosen by three dominant alphas was overwhelming yet irresistible. Desperate for connection and longing to belong, she decided to give them everything. “Why not share?” she thought. After all, she was a virgin in every way—why not let them all take her first?

Passion soon spirals into chaos as their insatiable desire for her ignites jealousy and challenges the bond they all share. Will Zia find the love and security she’s always craved, or will she lose herself in the intensity of their obsession?

On her wedding day, Harper was humiliated and left by her fiancé for another woman. Unexpectedly, Logan, her fiancé's father, stepped forward and offered to take Ethan's place and marry Harper. Everyone was shocked. Harper's parents also disapproved.

However, Harper agreed to marry Logan on a mission of revenge. Instead of seeking revenge, Harper was driven mad by Logan's love and pampering. The entire country knew that Logan deeply loved the woman who was supposed to be his son's wife. Not only was she pampered by Logan, but Harper also gained the respect of everyone.

Seeing her father's happiness with his ex-fiancée, Ethan became upset. He felt that happiness should have been his. He regretted choosing another woman. So he used all means to win Harper back.

"I said so how did you like being sheriff?"

She teased him a little bit sliding shorts down leaving nothing but her white cotton high rise panties.

She slid them down just enough to let her pussy poke through. A growl pushed from his chest, "Damn it little bear" She kicked her panties catching them in her hands. She tossed them right at his face as she walked off.

"I’m just treating you innocently like any of one my girl friends."

Faith-Anne had ran to college, to get away from Josh and the death of her mother. She was focused on anything but paying attention to the childhood crush that consumed her. she tries to respect his plea to just be friends and focus on raising her baby Jack. Yet seeing him just once set her heart a flame. She couldn't stop herself.

On the night of the full moon trial, my fated mate, Alpha Kevin, chained me in silver and forced me to give birth before the entire pack.
“That bastard in your belly doesn’t deserve to live,” he said.
But when my baby cried, the priest trembled. “Blood of the Moon Goddess…”
Kevin still sent our child to the water dungeon to protect fragile, lying Hestia. She whispered, “Sister, your blood—and your baby’s heartblood—will make me Luna.”
They drained me, carved my flesh, ripped out my claws, and laid me on the altar to cut out my heart.
Before the blade fell, I bit down on the death-mimicking pill.
Everyone believed I was dead.
But when I woke beside Lucian, Alpha of Duskblood Pack, I swore: next time Kevin sees me, my new dark claws will tear out his heart.
But will Kevin truly let me go?

Diana Hale has spent her whole life running, hiding and trying to learn the act of survival. She is always bullied at college and lives a secret life as a live-in maid in a powerful household.

Until he arrives; Calum Blackwood.

The new professor in her school, also the employer who she works in his house without knowing who he is. He's an Alpha, holding the power to either destroy or protect her. When he spots her, everything changes.

What happens when a classmate who is obsessed with Calum does everything to ruin, humiliate and destroy Diana?

In a world where dangers, betrayals, secrets and ruthless enemies threaten to rip her apart, would she survive?

Would Calum Blackwood choose to protect or destroy her?

Lust.

One of the seven deadly sins.

A sin that rooted itself inside one's core, all consuming like a raging flame until the ashes were the only remnant of the soul that was left. It destroyed, it broke- but fuck! It felt way too good, way too heavenly, to not let herself indulge into this beautiful disaster.

Lust is a sin Stella Williams was willing to burn for, burn into.

Stella Williams lusts for her Husband's Brother and vice versa...

Read this tale of forbbiden romance between the girl named Stella and the guy named Kevin Williams.

Arielle thought she had it all, until she overheard her fiance and mother confessing on how they set her house on fire with her inside just so her sister could win an award, worse, they forcefully take her blood and give it to Lisa as well, leaving her charred and writhing in pain but at the verge of death, a shadowy figure grants her one wish; revenge.

Now she returns with her face, spiteful and ready to ruin everyone who ever hurt her and her sweet billionaire would make sure it happens, but at what cost?

One kiss with my “straight” frat brother was all it took to ruin me.
Callum Hayes is the golden quarterback, Alpha Rho royalty, and so deep in the closet it hurts. He shouldn’t want me. He definitely shouldn’t touch me. But behind locked doors, he watches, commands, takes control, then pretends I don’t exist when the lights come on.
Loving him means secrets, bruised hearts and craving a man who might never choose me out loud.
If we get caught, everything burns.
If we don’t stop… I might let it.

Elsie Carter has a simple plan for surviving university, keep her grades up, keep her scholarship alive, and keep boys far, far away. She doesn’t have time, or the patience for drama.

And then comes Ryan Blake, hockey captain. Campus golden boy. And the most annoying person ever.
When Elsie is assigned to tutor him, her quiet life officially ends. He’s smug, spoiled, and entirely too attractive. But somewhere between the bickering, the late-night study sessions, and the way he looks at her like she’s the only girl on earth… Ryan starts becoming a problem she can’t ignore.
Then comes the night everything goes to hell.
Elsie makes one impulsive mistake, and the guy who pulls her out of her darkest moment is none other than Adrian Cole. Her stepbrother. Aloof, unreadable, annoyingly gorgeous… and suddenly the only person she feels safe with.

Now Elsie is stuck between two impossible choices:
The boy who gets under her skin, the one who challenges her.
The man who gets into her head, the one who completely undoes her.
And if her heart doesn’t make up its mind soon, her entire world just might fall apart.

He’s ruthless, calculating, and driven by vengeance. She’s warmth, light, and everything he never dared to want.

For years, his only focus has been revenge—love was never in the equation. But when he's tasked with protecting his best friend’s little sister, the walls he’s built begin to crumble.

She finds good in everyone, even the man who warns her to stay away. He’s cold, possessive, and dangerously addictive. Yet, despite every warning, she falls for the one person who could break her beyond repair.

Because when love and obsession collide, the fallout is anything but predictable.

Before Lauren Jones's hand touched the bedroom door, she had heard the sound of people having sex in the room. A woman's deep moan was mixed with a man's low gasps that she couldn't be more familiar with.

Lauren frowned, held back her hand, and kicked the door open.

The two entangled bodies in the room made her feel nauseous, so she turned her head in disgust, covering her mouth and nose.

The lean and handsome man on the bed stopped, glanced coldly at the uninvited guest at the door, and slapped the woman under him on the plump buttocks, "Get out."

"If you ask me, I can shorten your imprisonment period. But you have to ask nicely," Sebastian Crowley said with a sly grin.
"Mr. Crowley, you should be more careful when having one-night stands with women," Vivienne Scully retorted coolly. She had promised herself that the night with Sebastian was purely for revenge. Why was he still pestering her? Did he think he had fallen in love with her?

I was born into blood. Into power. Into a family that calls me the curse.
My fate? To marry the son of our enemy.
My rebellion? To lie—and claim I was in love with Kian O’Sullivan.
Now the lie is my prison.
Kian isn’t my savior. He’s a wolf dressed in silk, a monster with grey eyes who would rather break me than hold me.
But when the bullets start flying and our enemies circle closer… he’s the only one standing between me and death.
And maybe the only man dangerous enough to make me beg for it.
NOTE: This is a DARK ROMANCE story. It includes disturbing content like: Extreme violence, torture, degradation, BDSM, drugging, Somnophila, self harm. Sexual assault and group sex(not including the main leads). Both main leads are red flags!

Larry and Angel had been secretly married for six months—bound by a contract neither of them had ever expected to become real. To the public, they were nothing more than close friends. No one knew they were husband and wife.

Their marriage had never been built on love. Larry agreed to the arrangement because the contract benefited Angel, promising to protect her from her ruthless stepfather. But without love, their relationship slowly deteriorated. Day by day, the distance between them grew until their marriage became little more than a ticking time bomb. Then Angel made a terrible mistake.

She cheated on Larry unintentionally. She had too much to lose. Her protection, her freedom, and the carefully constructed life she'd fought so hard to preserve were all at risk.

Desperate, she swallowed her pride and begged Larry.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I'll do anything. Just name it.”

Larry stared at her for a long moment.

Then he said the one thing she never expected.

“I want him too, I want Matteo.”

Angel was visibly shocked, but Larry's expression remained unreadable.

“Marry him for me.”

I knew three things about him:
He wore a mask.
He never spoke in public.
And he never, ever lost a match.

They call him The Phantom, the undefeated underground wrestling god, No one knows a thing about him except he was a son of a legendary wrestler, I was supposed to stay far away, he ruined my life without him knowing.
I stayed far from him
Until I was forced to be his PR crisis Manager, a man I very well hated, for destroying my family, but that was not enough when i was forced to marry him.
the very same monster, i have been running away from.
But the marriage come with unexpected surprises, things aren’t what they seemed
My husband wants me but he plays dirty. And the deeper I fall into his brutal grip, the more I crave the pain, the power, and the man underneath the mask.
He says I’m his weakness.
But I just might be his downfall.
And in a world where losing isn't an option, loving him could ruin us both

I lost my fertility saving my husband’s life. His reward was a mistress who got pregnant.

Three years ago, I took a poisoning blade meant for my husband Marcus, saving his life and destroying my fertility. The poisoning left me ""damaged goods""—his mistress's favorite term for me. While I struggled with grief over the children we'd never have, Marcus found someone who could give him everything I supposedly couldn't.

When I think back to overhearing his judgment of me, I still can’t stop myself from trembling: “That infertile piece of sh*t.”

My so-called perfect husband.

The betrayal was devastating enough. But Vera, his pregnant twenty-six-year-old trainer, had a talent for twisting the knife.

Look what your husband helped me pick out yesterday, she'd text, sending photos of baby clothes and ultrasounds. He's so excited about becoming a father. His first REAL child.

Sweet dreams, Mrs. Gray. While you're alone in bed, I'll be showing your husband what he's been missing.

Each message was a calculated attack designed to break what remained of my spirit. She'd call during family dinners, text during our rare intimate moments, send photos of Marcus's gifts—jewelry I'd never received, romantic gestures he'd never made for me. The message was clear: I was the expired wife being phased out for the upgraded model.

I cried until I had no tears left. I planned my escape to Paris, signed divorce papers, and prepared my revenge."

Word spreads all across the underworld, a running joke everyone whispers: Wanna take down Don Dante?
Don’t waste your time digging up dirt on him—come straight for me instead. But good luck pulling it off.
First you’d have to cut through three layers of snipers posted at my side, blast your way past five full squads of close-quarters bodyguards, and dodge the armed attack helicopter circling overhead 24/7.
Once, I only got a tiny bug bite from a mosquito. That very night, three district capos vanished off the face of the earth without a trace.
And yet this man who’d burn the whole world down to keep me safe shoved me away on our wedding night.
He brought another woman into our elaborately decorated bridal suite and spent the whole night tangled up with her.
For every single minute they spent tangled together inside, I slammed my fists against that door right outside.
I stared at that face etched deep into my bones, watched him speak words that sounded totally foreign, hold another woman close—and I couldn’t wrap my head around any of it.
Where’d the man who once jumped in front of a bullet to shield me go?

I woke up, and my world collapsed.

Lying next to me was Sebastian—the golden boy, the heir to the Rhodes empire, and the nemesis who has tormented me for twenty years.

I fled. I swore to take that night to my grave. If I kept my mouth shut, no one would know.

But Fate has a twisted sense of humor. Five weeks later, two red lines on a pregnancy test slapped me in the face. I’m pregnant. And the father isn’t just my childhood nightmare. He’s the man who just bought my company. My new boss.

I tried to hide. He hunted me down. He scares off my dates. He tramples my pride. He invades my life like a tyrant. He mocks me in public, yet destroys anyone who touches me in private.

"Nancy, did you really think you could escape?" He pins me against the wall, his eyes dark, that familiar scent of cedar suffocating me. "Admit it. You hate me, but you need me."

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

My fiancé and I got engaged, then he joined an academic project in another state that required him to stay for a year.

I agreed to wait for him to come back and get married, with plans to see each other once a month.

But for the entire year, he found excuses every month to avoid seeing me.

Even when my mother was critically ill, I called him crying, but the phone always went to cold voicemail.

That day I drove three hours to find him and waited outside his apartment for a long time.

He still never replied.

So I stopped waiting for him and married a man who treated me well.

Who knew that when he found out I got married, he regretted it.

I always thought Arthur's surgical hands were a gift from God.

When my sister Emily was crushed in a car crash, he spent ten grueling hours in the OR. He emerged exhausted, eyes red, and pulled me tight. "I'm sorry, Anna. I tried everything," he whispered. "But her heart... it can still save someone else."

I believed him. God help me, I even thanked him.

A year later, I cracked his locked safe and found a black flash drive.

The security footage showed my husband hovering over Emily's ICU bed. He didn't call for help. He didn't try to save her. He just watched her oxygen drop, then calmly reached out and yanked her breathing tube.

One room over, his first love was waiting for a heart transplant.

Just like that, my world vanished. My husband wasn't a savior in a white coat. He was an executioner.

"Without her designs, none of this would have happened." My husband raised his glass to me in front of everyone.
Eight years of marriage. Five years building this company from a moldy basement. I thought we'd finally made it—until that night, when his mistress's messages lit up his iPad: "You hurt me on the couch last night." "You promised to marry me and let me move into your villa. I can't wait anymore."
I gave this man eight whole years—my talent, my entire youth. And he wanted to take it all to support his mistress.
Sorry, darling. I'm not the fool you married anymore.

I loved Lia Rockefeller for ten years, and it cost me everything.
When she said the cheerleaders were ganging up on her, I charged in and took the punches for her.
When she cried that her stepsister would ruin her at Yale, I tore up my acceptance letter right then and there.
When she held me tight in the middle of the night and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you"—I thought it meant forever.
Three months later, I overheard her laughing in the locker room—laughing at me.
"Ian's like a lapdog. So easy to play. Now that Yale spot's open, Emmett can go with me instead."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces? Just tools to control me—to keep me loyal while she slept with her side piece.
She thought I'd still take a punch for her, even with a broken nose.
She thought I'd never wake up.
I'm awake now.
In her stepsister Serena's bed.

I died on that operating table.

Arthur cut my five-year-old son Leo open and took his kidneys to save his bastard kid. Leo died. I died. They threw us out like garbage in the snow.

But I came back.

Back to that same rainy night. This time when Arthur tried stealing Leo's life-saving medicine for that bitch Lily, I slapped her face to pieces.

Outside the OR, Arthur shoved donation papers at me. I laughed and dialed a number I'd buried five years ago.

"Viktor? Your sister needs a favor. Bring your guns."

Explosions echoed through the hospital as my brother walked through the smoke.

"Nobody touches my nephew." His gun pressed against Arthur's forehead.

Arthur was scared shitless: "Jesus Christ... you're a Rockwell?!"

Too bad he figured it out too late.

My son Leo died in the snow. Three rogue wolves tore him apart that winter night.

My Alpha mate Carl didn't hunt them down. Instead, he brought home Elena—his childhood sweetheart—and her five-year-old bastard.

"Leo died because you failed as Luna," he said, pushing the boy toward me. "You'll raise him as our heir."

I looked into those cold eyes, and something inside me died.

At the cliff, I severed our bond in front of the entire pack. Then I jumped.

That unbreakable Alpha? He shattered completely.

I am a mermaid.

To walk toward him, I swallowed a dark potion, shedding my tail for a pair of legs.
Every step felt like treading on sharp blades, yet I endured it all willingly.
He took me in, promising to protect me for the rest of my life.

Then, his ex-lover returned.

She orchestrated one accident after another to frame me—a slashed costume, a staged fall down the stairs... And every single time, convenient "eyewitnesses" immediately pointed their fingers at me.

He believed them all.

Until a falling stage light crushed her legs.
He pinned me to the operating table, personally severed my legs, and transplanted them onto that woman.

What he didn't know was that anyone who walked on these legs would have to suffer the excruciating agony of stepping on knives.
He simply told me coldly: "You ruined her ability to dance, so you will pay with your legs."

That night, alone and broken, I wheeled myself to the beach.
Using only my bare hands, I crawled across the coarse sand, into the crashing waves, and returned to my true home.

——Leaving him to stare at the security monitors, watching helplessly as I sank into the dark sea, never to surface again.

I have guarded the Abyss on the Ashen Plains for a thousand years.

My daily routine: chewing rock-hard rye bread, single-handedly crushing the skulls of trespassing demons, wiping their slime off on a ragged surcoat, and leaning against a bronze pillar to catch the wind.

Today, a dying girl stumbled into the wasteland. Her fingers were locked in a death grip around the bloodstained iron crest I had left behind a millennium ago. Up on the ridge, three hundred heavy cavalrymen of the Alliance drew their lances, forming a wall of steel as they closed in.

I stared at the blood on the ground. I didn't make a sound.

I just brushed the biscuit crumbs off my lap and stretched my stiff neck. Turning around, my fingers hooked onto the hilt of a rust-eaten battleaxe resting beneath the bronze pillar. I dragged it along with casual ease.

"Troublesome."

I muttered that single word, and walked alone toward the formation of steel.

My wife and in-laws have been acting strange lately.

They've always hated the Texas farm, but now they suddenly care about me and the ranch.

My wife, who used to complain about me spending money on the "doomsday bunker" farmhouse project, is now actually encouraging me to complete it.

They even say I've been working too hard and bought me a plane ticket to Mexico.

Just as I'm about to take the ticket, a barrage comment appears before my eyes—

【Don't go! Your wife has been reborn from the apocalypse—she wants you to die out there!】

On my first day as an intern at the zoo, the old director assigned us animals to care for.
In my previous life, my classmate Jack chose the easy-to-care-for African elephant, while I was forced to take on the brutal Siberian tiger.
A month later, the apocalypse struck, and the Siberian tiger successfully evolved, leading me to escape the encirclement.
Jack's elephant, however, couldn't outrun the mutated species and was torn to pieces. Driven
by jealousy, the surviving Jack incited a mob to brutally beat me and the giant tiger to death, dismembering and cannibalizing us.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the animals were assigned.
Jack had already taken the Siberian tiger, pushing the elephant to me, and I knew he had also been reborn.
But what he didn't know was that the Siberian tiger he had devoured was also reborn with me.

Dale was a famous playboy at Huntsville High School. He was tall, handsome, and rich. More importantly, he was a playboy with excellent sex skills and a huge cock. He had a long list of girls he'd dated, and every one of them was completely captivated by him. However, I wasn't on that list, and he even mocked me, calling me "Chris Shit."

But the moment I saw him, I was completely captivated. I desperately wanted to enjoy his big cock and his superb sex skills. I was completely captivated, willing to do anything for him, just hoping he'd look at me more.

However, when I finally had the chance to have a passionate fuck with him, I was shocked to discover that he was my stepbrother. Oh, damn, what a joke! So, should I continue having sex with him? And make him my big-cock boyfriend?! I was going crazy!!!

NOTE ON CONTENT

MANY EROTIC SCENES, BREATHE PLAY, ROPE PLAY, SOMNOPHILIA, AND PRIMAL PLAY ARE FOUND IN THIS BOOK. IT HAS MATURE CONTENTS BECAUSE IT IS RATED 18+. THESE BOOKS ARE A COLLECTION OF VERY SMUTTY BOOKS THAT WILL MAKE YOU REACH FOR YOUR VIBRATORS AND LEAVE YOUR PANTIES WET. Enjoy yourself, girls, and don't forget to comment.

XoXo

He wanted my virginity.
He wanted to own me.
I just wanted to be his.

But I knew this was more than just repaying a debt. This was about him wanting to own me, not just my body, but every part of who I was.
And the depraved part about it all was the fact that I wanted to give everything to him.

I wanted to be his.

"I'm about to cum in your smart little mouth and you're going to swallow all of it. Do you understand?"
He didn't let me answer, holding my head in place as his cum filled my mouth. He waited until I had swallowed every drop before he released me and I fell to the bed, sobbing.
Zipping himself up, he stalked to the door, then paused and turned to smirk at me. "Don't even bother to tell anyone about this. Or you and your mother will suffer. And get ready, because this is just the beginning."


Jasmine Scott is an omega, a nobody. Born in the slums and living with her struggling, single mom, she is an outcast at her school. Until her mom gets married to the alpha. Relieved that her status has been elevated, Jasmine is glad to be part of the alpha’s family except that Hardin Scott, the alpha’s gorgeous son is out to torment her.
Hardin hates Jasmine. She might be his step-sister but she is no blood of his. He knows she is a gold-digger out to get his father’s money and for that she must be punished.
But what happens when he starts lusting after his step-sister? Hardin craves for a taste of his step-sister's body and he won’t stop until his sensual mark is branded on her skin.

Tyson and Ace, twin hybrid brothers and direct descendants of the Moon Goddess, thought life couldn't get any more complicated than being raised by their older brother, the Alpha King. But when Ryker found his second chance mate, they learn she has a missing daughter. The twins help find her and bring her home. Only when they do, they can’t help but feel drawn to the young girl. And on their seventeenth birthday, they find out she is their mate. The girl they helped raise as their own brother’s step-daughter was to be theirs. Though Lucy was only twelve, they knew she would be a handful when she found out in the future. Lucy is no ordinary hybrid but a mutated version, like her mother, and there is just one problem. She has no wolf. The scientists who experimented on her as a child killed her wolf counterpart, leaving her more vampire than wolf. Now, not only do the twin brothers have to wait for her to grow up, but they also have to hope she recognizes them when she does.

Lucy has always been different. Being a mutation of her hybrid mother, raised by her stepfather, the Alpha King and his two younger twin brothers, her life was never easy. She spent the majority of her life in captivity before her mother and her mate rescued her from the facility and brought her home. Little does she know that the two young men who have always been by her side since childhood and helped raise her, are hiding a secret. She is their mate. What will happen when Lucy finds out that the twins are her mates and that they have known about it all along? Can she look at them as anything more than family?

CONTENT WARNING!!!

THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF EROTIC SCENES, BREATHE PLAY, ROPE PLAY, SOMNOPHILIA AND PRIMAL PLAY.
IT IS RATED 18+ AND THUS, FILLED WITH MATURE CONTENT.
THIS BOOK IS A COLLECTION OF VERY SMUTTY BOOKS THAT WILL LEAVE YOUR PANTIES WET AND REACHING FOR YOUR VIBRATORS.
HAVE FUN GIRLIES, AND DON'T FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR COMMENTS.

**XoXo**

"You are going to suck my cock like the good girl that you are okay?"

After getting bullied for years and having to deal with her life as a tomboy, Jamie's father sends her to a range to work for an old man but this old man happens to be her wildest fantasy.

A man who fucks her and brings out her girly side. She has fallen for Hank but when another woman comes into the picture, does Jamie have the push to fight for this man who gave her life some spice and a meaning to keep on living?

Lucas was a married billionaire, but the marriage was not as good as the rumors say.
He had been spying on his new secretary for a long time. She has a good face, a hot body, and a neat demeanor.
“Mention your business , lady. Don't think about rolling on my bed. Or I will kick you out.”
Clarie was shocked when she heard the such arrognant words.
But something unspeakable things happened.
Her boss slept her.
"I don't want to have sex with an unconscious person. Now you're awake. Can I fuck you now?"
Clarie has voveted him for a long time...
Can she restrain her desire there?

“Get out with your bastard son!”
Falsely accused by my husband's mistress, then imprisoned for three years by my wealthy husband himself, I returned home only to be cast out before the entire high society—he embraced his mistress while driving me and my son from our home.

"You will always be my wife—past, present, and future. I will win you back..." my ex-husband declared before the media, filled with remorse.

“Dream on! You belong to me!”
The mafia boss who had forcibly abducted me leaned close to my ear, whispering his vow.

Dear readers! If you love this story, check out my other book: My Husband Loves Someone Else.
I was cheated on my wedding night when I witnessed my husband passionately making love to two blonde, blue-eyed women on our marriage bed.
However, I didn't cry or make a scene. I divorced him, became an independent woman focused on my career, and then met an excellent man.
Just when I achieved success and fame, my ex-husband got on his knees begging for my forgiveness.
I smiled. "Get lost."

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For five years, I was nothing more than my sister's stand-in.

In our marriage bed, he whispered her name, not mine. When his true love—my sister—fell gravely ill, he didn't hesitate. He forced me onto the operating table and took my kidney to save her life.

Lying broken in a hospital bed, I learned the final, soul-crushing truth: he was also responsible for my grandfather's death, the only family I had left. My heart turned to ash.

He tossed divorce papers at me, thinking it was over. But fate had one last cruel twist in store.

I'm pregnant.

In my youth, I was considered ugly, yet I unexpectedly found myself in bed with a handsome, wealthy young man, and we had a child together. Years later, having transformed into a stunning movie star, I crossed paths with that rich young man again. But to my dismay, he didn’t recognize me...

Three years into our loveless marriage:

"Julian... what would you do if I got pregnant?" I asked, clinging to a foolish hope.

He thrust hard, his release hot between my thighs.

"You? Bear my heir?" His laugh was ice-cold. "A maid's daughter could never be worthy of Sterling blood."


I'm Elena—the maid's daughter who dared to love Julian Sterling.

He's the ruthless heir who married me for revenge.

"You're nothing but a gold-digging whore,"* he whispered. *"Did you really think I'd ever love someone like you?”

He used me. Broke me. Made me beg for scraps while he paraded his first love through our home.

That night, I stood on the bridge, staring at the dark water below.

I'd lost everything. My mother. My dignity. My will to fight.


Five years later, in a crowded shopping mall:

My daughter tugs at a stranger's sleeve.

"Mister, will you help me find my mommy? I got lost."

The man freezes, staring down at her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" His voice sounds broken.

"Lila! What's yours, uncle?"

"Julian."

Minutes later, he's walking toward me with my daughter's hand in his, his face drained of all color.

"Elena."

My name on his lips sounds like agony.

Before I can respond, he's crossed the distance between us. His arms wrap around me with desperate strength.

"God, you're alive. I thought—" His voice cracks. "I'm so sorry—"

He leans down, his lips seeking mine.

My hand moves on instinct.

The slap echoes through the mall.

"Excuse me?" I step back, ice-cold, pulling Lila behind me. "Please control yourself, sir. Do we even know each other?"

Aria has always been the invisible girl—unwanted, unloved, and constantly overshadowed by her perfect sister. But when she meets them, everything changes.

Matteo, Enzo, and Dante Moretti are rich, powerful, and dangerously irresistible. They watch her like they own her. They touch her like they can’t help themselves. And when they decide they want her, they don’t take no for an answer.

She knows it’s wrong. They’re technically her step-uncles. They’re rumored to be criminals. And they play a little too rough. But when she’s in their arms, when they whisper filthy things in her ear and make her beg for more… nothing else matters.

But loving them comes with a price. Secrets from her past threaten to destroy her, and enemies of the Moretti’s are ready to use her as a weapon. Aria is trapped between danger and desire, but there’s one thing she knows for sure—she was never meant to survive them.

She was meant to be theirs.

When "the scentless" Elena thought she would be laid off by her manager, she never expected her new billionaire boss to be her high school crush Charles....

Manager: "Sir, I think there's been a mistake. How is she staying? And I'm not? This isn't right."
"You're right," Charles said, leaning forward over the table. "I'm sorry Elena. I forgot to mention you aren't going to be working here either."
Manager's face set into a smug smirk.
"You'll be joining my team."
There was a simultaneous gasp around the room.

After five years of marriage, Billionaire Alexander Burke is convinced that his wife, Olivia Burke, doesn’t love him. Olivia is also convinced her husband is still in love with his ex and their marriage is just for convenience.

Alexander serves her divorce papers but soon regrets his impulsive decision. Desperate to win her back, he puts the divorce on hold. Olivia who has had enough of his encounters with his ex decides to finalize the divorce anyway.

What will Alexander do when he realizes he has made the biggest mistake of his life? Will Olivia make him pay for his betrayal or fall for him all over again?

Mia Brooke saw a murder she was never supposed to survive.

Now the threats are coming, and her family has hired Callum Townes to keep her alive.

Cold, tattooed, and dangerously controlled, Callum thinks Mia is just another privileged girl who needs protection from a world she does not understand. Mia thinks he is arrogant, impossible, and the last thing she wants shadowing her every move.

But forced together by danger, the distance between them starts to disappear.

He notices every tremble she tries to hide. She sees the heat beneath his restraint. And when the threats close in, protection begins to feel like possession.

Callum was hired to guard her body.

He was never supposed to want it.

When your ex, a hockey player, begged for your forgiveness in front of everyone, making a scene,
You were both awkward and angry as the team erupted into a chorus of gossip.
Just when you were speechless and didn’t know what to do,
The famous hockey captain raised his voice and said,
“Enough. She is mine.”

Betrayed. Humiliated. Desired by the forbidden.

Heat Level: Steamy contemporary romance with emotional depth

Evelyn Hayes thought she could trust her fiancé… until she caught him with her pregnant stepsister. Humiliated, alone, and set up to take the fall for a cruel scheme, her world shatters.

But Roman Sinclair—her fiancé’s powerful uncle—has wanted her for years. Protective, dangerous, and harboring secrets that could destroy them both, he’s determined to claim her.

One night changes everything.

What began as forbidden desire
turns deeper. Darker. All-consuming. Roman walked away once, thinking she was too young, too pure, too off-limits.

He won’t make that mistake again.

Some men don’t just want you—they protect you, claim you, and won’t let you go.

For readers who crave steamy, forbidden romance, betrayal, and a man who doesn’t let go, this story will ignite your heart.


Excerpt:

“I’m going to get you pregnant.”

Evelyn froze.

“What?”

Roman didn’t look bothered.

His voice was calm. Controlled.

“We’ll just… make it happen. Starting now.”

Her heart slammed against her chest.

“Roman, I have plans. A career. A life—”

He pulled her closer, his gaze dark, unwavering.

“Do you have a better solution?”

She opened her mouth… then
stopped.

Because she didn’t.

“Sooner or later, you’d have to get pregnant to maintain this story. Why not now?” His gaze turned smoldering, almost hypnotic.

“But I don’t want to bring a child into a marriage based on contracts. Not now,” she whispered. “Not without love. That’s not fair to a baby.”

His thumb brushed her cheek.

“Who said there’s no love?” he murmured.

Evelyn looked at him, dazed. “What do you mean?”

“Hm?” His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Who said there’s no love, Evelyn?”

Kamrynn: Perhaps I was cursed or maybe it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it is, it got me accused of murdering my twin sister and punished severely for a crime I didn't commit by the man I've loved since childhood.
Calvin is everything— was everything. But it's crazy how creative a person can get when it comes to making another person suffer. I managed to escape, pregnant, but I had no idea what destiny had in store for me.

Calvin: She killed my mate and unborn child, I hated her. It would only be fair that she replaces the child she killed, no?
But she ran away while pregnant with my children and on top of that, she cursed me and my Pack. And now I'm tormented, my people are dying. She was no murderer, instead she turned out to be the moon goddess' daughter and I've doomed my Pack. I've realized what a grave mistake I made, I want her back, I want my children back. Only she can lift the curse but she hates my guts and wants nothing to do with me…

Sometimes love appears in the most unexpected ways and in the form of the least likely person. For Daniel, life at 40 is a routine of managing his three kids and his role as CEO of the family business. The death of his wife has left him steeped in sadness, creating a cold shell around him over the years.

Deanna leads a normal life, working part-time and studying at the University of Arts because she wants to achieve her dream: singing in the opera. She has just one year left to finish her degree when her friend Harry desperately asks for her help.

An old family rule prevents him from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. To do so, his brother Daniel must marry first. To help him with his problem, Daniel and Deanna agree to fake a relationship and a marriage.

They are so different that the attraction becomes inevitable. He finds in her the warmth that was missing in his life, and Deanna finds love after a disastrous breakup. Finally, Daniel can have a family again. But many hidden interests seek to separate and distance them.

The journey is difficult; they must face not only outsiders who complicate things but also their own fears and insecurities. Balancing a 15-year age difference is not easy.