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Celeste Ashford believed she had left her former life behind, and Caspian Hayes, the man whose name used to send her heart racing until the day she found herself standing outside his door. However, as her family's house hovers on the brink of foreclosure, fate pulls him back into her life. Seizing the opportunity to right the past, Caspian makes her a disturbing offer: if she becomes his wife until he succeeds his father as head of the empire, he’ll save her house.

Years earlier, Celeste had disappeared from his life at his most vulnerable moment. Now, Caspian’s resentment is deep, but so is his desire. Bound by debt and obligation, they sail a treacherous sea of corporate demands, family meddling and smouldering emotions neither can ignore. When vengeance collides with yearning and secrets unspool in the unrelenting desert heat, they must each wrestle with what matters more: punishing the sins of the past or creating a love that might redefine their futures.

"Look at me, feel me. It's me inside your pussy." Alexander lifted my hips, adjusting for a deeper position. "You're so goddamn wet."

I felt the powerful, rhythmic thrusts of his cock, forcing me to cry out Alexander's name.

"Fuck, it's me. The me who should have claimed you ten years ago."

—

Her daughter was dead, yet Eleanor's husband, who had been unreachable all day, was in the living room playing with their son and her stepsister, Claudia. The moment the hospital pronounced her daughter dead, Claudia posted a photo on Facebook—the three of them watching a meteor shower together.

Eleanor chose divorce and decided to restart her career. Just when she thought she would be alone forever, Alexander stormed into her world. He saved her from disaster and slowly seduced her into falling in love. But she gradually realized that perhaps he knew her much earlier than she thought—and that everything was premeditated...

Warning ⚠️ ‼️ ⛔️ This book contains explicit graphic content, blue language and lustful desires | Can 100% make you come, tread with caution🤤💦| Bury yourself in it at your own detriment…or pleasure🥵😋🔞|


I was done suffering! Robin had promised herself. She wouldn’t let fate decide her happiness anymore, neither would her failed relationship.

Happiness was a foreign language for Robin Clay after the deaths of her sisters, the gruesome murder of her parents, and a devastating breakup with her serial cheating fiancée. She had to move past it all; the hurt, betrayal, pain, anguish, and loss.

At the brink of her turning point, she landed a coveted job at McCullen Confectionery, a multi-billion dollar company one could only dream of working for. She soon discovered her boss and CEO, Jack McCullen, was everything she had vowed to never get entangled with; matured, confident, magnetic, powerful, dangerously alluring, and captivatingly beautiful, falters her resolve and leaves her at his mercy.

Jack awakened every disastrous desire in her, one she was unprepared for and deeply ashamed of, especially when she was of the view that, he was committed to another woman.

Yet, what began as a professional interaction between them rapidly spiralled into a passionate, forbidden attraction marked by stolen moments, intense chemistry and a constant conflict between constraint, lust and her morals.

She was torn; suppressing her desires or surrendering to the passion Jack evoked in her—one that felt both intoxicating, sinful and destructive. Packed with a charged, erotic exploration of power; Love, Obsession, Torture explored the thin line between restraint and surrendering to a burning obsession.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame.

These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cunt throb, your cock twitch, your breath catch. Pages slick with sweat, wet with cum, dripping with sin.

Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fucks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pussies dripping, cocks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sucking, ass cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with moans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fucking without mercy.

Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured.

And that's just the beginning.

Every filthy craving, every desperate moan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't.

So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cock isn't straining.

But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does.

And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your pussy, your cock, your juices, your moans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild.

So tell me-would you be mine?
Would you dare turn these cum-stained pages?

I was Daddy's innocent little princess, locked away and untouched. Then his enemies took me.
They fucked me hard, filled me up, made me come until I screamed their names. At first I hated it. Now I crave it. Every cock, every load, every public humiliation.
Daddy saw me ruined and dripping, and I still begged for more. I'm not his anymore. I'm theirs. Completely broken, completely addicted, and I never want it to stop.
18+ WARNING: This story contains extreme explicit content, including non-consensual to consensual themes, group sex, breeding, public humiliation, degradation, taboo elements, rough anal, multiple partners, and graphic sexual acts.
Not suitable for readers under 18. Proceed with caution – this is dark, filthy erotica with no redemption arc.

Synopsis: They say numbers never lie. But in the world of the Mafia, even the truth can be buried beneath bloodstained ledgers.

Lucia Alvarez is a forensic accountant with a mind as sharp as a blade—and a heart carved hollow by loss. Five years ago, her beloved brother Miguel was pulled from the East River, his hands bound and lungs full of concrete. The official story? He betrayed the Di Santi family and paid the price. The truth? Buried with him at the bottom of the river.

Now, Lucia is back—not as a grieving sister, but as a weapon of quiet vengeance.

Under the guise of auditing the Di Santi family’s "legitimate" businesses, she infiltrates their empire. Her assignment is simple: play the role of the loyal number-cruncher. But her mission is far more dangerous—uncover the truth behind Miguel’s murder and bring the empire crashing down from within.

But nothing is simple when it comes to Adrian Di Santi.

He’s the heir to the empire—ruthless, magnetic, and hiding secrets behind a smile as cold as steel. Lucia thought she could keep her distance. Thought her heart was armored. But every encounter with Adrian chips away at her defenses—and blurs the lines between vengeance and desire.

As the walls close in and the stakes rise, Lucia must decide: how far is she willing to go for justice? And what will she do when the truth turns out to be darker—and deadlier—than she ever imagined?

Under the shackles of a Mafia Family, there are two or more people who open their hearts to receive it. This is love amidst thorns, guns, and shackles, this is bloodshed, this is violence, and this is war!! A cold-hearted Mafia Boss and his hot-headed psycho captive. They say as poles repel, but what if that stipulation was wrong?

A fearless female reporter is determined to expose the criminal activities of one of the most dominant Mafia families in Italy, even at the cost of her own life. Things get even more complicated when a super cop determined to put an end to the Mafia family gets involved in their bittersweet love story, creating a love triangle that leads to deaths and regrets, tears and tragedy, wins and losses… a battle for Supremacy, Power and Dominance!! Find out!!

“Mine,” I heard him say, as his eyes turned a bright shade of red. Maybe I should've shouted for help. Or hit one of his men, who was holding me in place.

Instead, my heart stirred at the sound of his voice.

“I always get what I want.” He continued. “And I'm taking you with me.” He stared directly into my eyes, and my breath turned raspy. He looked scary, yet I wasn't afraid of him.

I turned back towards the dark alley. If I didn't go with him, I'd be caught by those killers sent by my father.

But this man didn't look human. I took a deep breath, and made my decision quickly.

“Yes, I'm yours.”


On her wedding day, Mirabella Aurel eloped, only to be captured by a strange man.

Danger. That was what came to mind, once she locked gazes with Zeke Elliott. Plunged into a world of darkness, power, and abnormality, Mirabella discovers that she might have just jumped from frying pan to fire.

In the midst of all, she finds herself falling for a vampire whom she never thought existed. And he might be the only one who can protect her, and help her enact revenge on her…father.

SYNOPSIS

On her eighteenth birthday, Elena felt the electric pull of the mate bond—only to realize her destined mate was Alpha Jaxon Hale, the cold and feared leader of their pack. One night of passion. No words. No promises. And by morning, only rejection.

“This never happened,” he warned.

Humiliated and heartbroken, Elena disappeared under the cover of night. Weeks later, she found out she was pregnant. To protect her unborn child and escape the shame, she cut her hair, changed her name, and began living as a boy—hiding in plain sight.

Now, one year later, she’s not just a mother—she’s a trained killer. Assigned a mission to eliminate a dangerous Alpha, she returns under a false identity, only to get entangled with three powerful men: Rick, Jack, and the very Alpha who once broke her—Jaxon.

But things aren’t as simple as revenge. As truths unravel and bonds tighten, she must make a choice: give her mate a second chance… or choose the ones who loved her when she was no one.

And if she fails her mission, it won’t just be her heart at risk—her twin babies lives hangs in the balance.

“You dare to think of another man in my presence?” The Alpha growled with a burning desire in his eyes. He glowered at Lavinia whose hands were tied. “What does that man have that I don’t? That filthy vampire, you think he’s going to save you?”

His hands ran through her bare skin, sending shivers to her spine.

“Please, leave me alone,” Lavinia begged in desperation. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Then be mine, Lavinia.” He leaned closer to her. His breath fanned her face. “I’ll make you the happiest woman alive.”

Lavinia shook her head. She pursed her lips while watching the man in front of her. He may be a great man with power but her heart longed for someone else.

“No. You’re not him… You’re not Sebastian.”

"We had an unspoken deal: He gave me warmth, colors, and lies. In return, he asked for my blood when he's thirsty, my body when he's cold and my heart when he's bored. The funny part is, I still think it's quite a bargain." - Lavinia.

"What do you want? Ask me." I whisper against her cheek, kissing the warm skin there. I feel my cock pushing through my pants with wild desire, my body begging, pleading, but I take a deep breath, controlling myself.

"I want you to take me somewhere..."

"What else?" I feel her soft hands slide down my arms to my wrists, she moans softly and I restrain myself at the surreptitious way she's giving herself away.

"I don't want you to stop touching me like this, I want you to feel it and praise me for being so wet right now."

At the age of 22, Dakota's life had already gone through so many ups and downs that she took a drastic step that cost her family and her dreams. Now in New York, sharing an apartment with her best friend, she finds the remnants of her anguish still alive. Thoughts of uncertainty and the feeling that she is missing out on her best period torment her every night.

On one of these nights, fate gives her a hot experience with a mysterious, much older man who will not leave Dakota's thoughts for a long time... The future is a mystery, but her new job in a multinational company will manage to shake up her life with new responsibilities and a new pair of blue eyes. Dakota thinks it would be a good idea to dive into them, after all, the man behind the black hair and tall stature is popular, a good and communicative company. Still, the man doesn't seem to be enough, he lacks his father's gray eyes, mystery, seriousness and maturity. Doubt is immoral, her feelings are too dangerous. Perhaps Dakota's biggest mistake is to hold on to something her heart and body are pushing her so hard to do. Maybe she is different because she is truly sure of what she wants, contrary to what she believes. Could they keep her most secret desires at bay?

At a young age, Catalena learned to love Ezekiel Montenegro. She was desperate, and she chased him.

She achieved the love she sought from him.

But one night, she made a mistake that destroyed all she had worked so hard to get an Ezekiel Montenegro.

The mistakes she committed were the beginning of her misery with him.

“I, Summer Evergreen, daughter to alpha Jason Evergreen and luna June Evergreenof the silver moon pack, hereby accept the rej…….."

There was a growl and a hand over her mouth so fast that she squeaked. She looked at him with fear in her eyes. He looked in her eyes, pleding with her.

"Please, Summer, don't. We are begging you”


Alpha Kane broke Summer's heart years ago when he rejected her as his mate and his wolf hurt her physically. Now five years later, she's back to take his rejection. What is going to happen when Kane meets Summer again?

Henary married Alpha Almarjaf due to coercion from her family. Her father was the leader of the Witches. The Witches were indebted to the Wolf and decided to serve with Alpha Almarjaf's family. Alpha Almarjaf's parents asked Henary to marry and strengthen the Wolves because they knew Henary's strength was great and Henary was also very special because she was born to a pure-blood girl and born during the Red Moon.

Unfortunately, due to Alpha Almarjaf's stupidity, Henary was still in a state of purity and became the target of various groups, especially from Leondra, the biggest enemy of the Wolves who had been waiting for Henary's birth for a very long time. In the past she failed to get a pure-blooded girl, now Leondra will not give up and do everything possible to get Henary. If in the past she failed to get her mother, now Leondra decided to make the child of a pure-blooded girl hers.

The plan was to become an actress. Not the assistant to the cocky CEO.
But then, one humiliating text took Jenna Bailey from “newly hired assistant” to “the woman who accidentally told her boss what she’d do to him, in detail.”
She thinks she’ll lose her job, but Weston Reed has other plans. He kisses her, claiming her in front of his mother, then offers her a deal: be my girlfriend for three months, and I’ll forget the text.
It’s supposed to be easy since Jenna loves acting, and pretending is just another role.
But nothing is easy with Weston. He’s possessive, infuriating, demanding and somewhere between late-night texts and staged appearances, pretending starts feeling real.
Then her ex returns to her life, her own story is stolen, twisted and put on display for the world to mock, and the city decides it has a lot of opinions about who Jenna Bailey really is.
To clear her name, she has to pick between the man she loves and the man she used to love. But choosing wasn’t the hard part. The hard part came after Jenna woke up with no memory of Weston.
Now Weston must either give up on her or do whatever it takes to make her fall for him again.

PROLOGUE
WYNTER'S POV
I ran blindly through the bushes, looking back every few feet I got, the twigs scratched at me and the leaves roped round my feet but I didn't care. The owls were hooting loudly and mysteriously but I couldn't hear it, all I heard was the insane pounding of my heart.
I fell all of a sudden and wanted to bounce right back on my feet but the pain was more than I could ignore. I could hear their voices somewhere behind me and they were fast approaching mercilessly. I didn't even know when I let out a loud groan from all the pain i felt. I was injured and in a highly critical condition and was adding more injuries by the second.
My hair stuck to my scalp in cold sweat and my whole body shook in fear but I knew I had to keep moving. With all the strength in me, I rose to my feet with a gasp.
"She's over there! Get her!! No one's returning without getting her!!! And she's definitely not getting away!" The Leader screamed behind and I turned, taking another path crying as i went.
I stopped as blood flowed freely from my injuries. I needed to hide. I looked around frantically but there seemed to be nothing but tall trees i couldn't hope to climb. Then i felt it in my pocket, the shot I had taken before it all started. I brought out the syringe with shaking hands as tears ran freely down my face.
I held the needle to the vein on my arm knowing fully well that it could kill me as I was too weak for it. It was supposed to make me numb and cold for a few minutes but apart from

I was born with the purest Moon Goddess bloodline, destined to be the most revered princess of the Crescent Moon Pack.
 
Yet, in my past life, every drop of my wolf essence was drained from my veins while I was still breathing.
 
Right before I died, my father's adoptive sister, Ella, stood over me. Her smile was as sickeningly sweet as poison.
 
"Years ago, I swapped you for a stillborn with your dear mother, Valerie. Watching the high and mighty Luna cling to that dead baby, watching her slowly devolve into a raving lunatic until she had to surrender her throne to me like a pathetic dog... it was the best trade I ever made."
 
Taking advantage of my mother's shattered mind and the pack's growing disgust, Ella had effortlessly usurped the throne of the Luna.
 
By siphoning the power of my bloodline day after day, she purged the inherent weakness of her Omega genes and basked in the reverence of the entire pack.
 
Yet, after stealing all the glory, she bribed the pack's healer to declare my bloodline corrupted. She branded me a cursed beast, a harbinger of doom for the pack.
 
Chained to the walls of a damp, pitch-black dungeon, I was bled dry.
 
I closed my eyes with a heart full of blinding hatred. But when they snapped open again, the overwhelming stench of raw blood and amniotic fluid flooded my senses.

The whole city is waiting to see me, Evelyn Parker, make a fool of myself at my seventh engagement party.

Six years ago, I declared before the city's social elite that I wouldn't marry unless my fiancé put the ring on my finger himself. Mason and I grew up together. I never doubted that he would.

The first time, he said he had left the ring at home. The second time, his assistant had brought the wrong jewelry box. The third time, he showed up drunk and claimed he'd lost it.

Six years. Six engagement parties. Six excuses.

Tonight, he checks every pocket, then smiles and says, "Sorry." Then Sophie, my adopted sister, leads him backstage with my parents and older brother gathered around them.

The guests can barely contain their snickers.

I face the room alone and apologize to every guest. As I pass Nate, a man whose family has never been on good terms with the Parkers, he sets down his drink.

"If you're willing, I'll marry you."

I give him a faint smile and head backstage. I need to ask Mason how much longer he expects this ridiculous waiting game to continue.

Before I can open the door, I hear his voice from inside.

"Sophie is leaving for London soon. I don't want to become her brother-in-law before she goes."

My parents agree.

"Evelyn has already waited six years. What difference would one more year make?"

They knew all along.

And every single time, they chose to make me the one who had to give something up.

I turn around, walk back into the ballroom, and stop in front of Nate.

"Did you mean what you said?"

Three years ago, I gave my grieving boss $6,000 for her husband’s funeral. The office called me a fool in love. She called me into her office—and fired me.
Then Claire appeared in my city with a suitcase, an apology, and an offer to start over.
I almost believed she had come back for me.
Until I overheard her whispering to a sick child about finding his real father.
Claire hadn’t returned alone. She had twins, one of them was dying, and the man who could save him might be me.

At the Moonshadow Council, my fiancé knelt before the throne with his new lover and asked permission to marry her—while keeping me as his nameless second mate.

He mocked me for having no parents and no family, claiming that if I left the Silver Fir Pack, I would not even have a place to sleep.

I removed my engagement ring and looked toward the throne. No one knew that the Lycan King seated above us was my own brother—the brother who had entered this world with me.

And my brother had already set down his goblet.

“Are you certain you want to treat her this way?”

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

Ten years of knowing each other, today was our engagement.

I was the Holy Maiden of the Silverglow Clan; Kane was the young lord of the Lunar Eclipse Clan.

The union of the two clans to resist the blood-clan beast tide together had been my wish since childhood.

But on the wedding day, in the sacred hall, my palm faced his, only the final blood pact remaining, when a woman holding a blood-stained swaddling bundle rushed into the hall and said it was his child.

Kane rushed down. He cut his fingertip and tested the blood; the royal mark lit up between the wolf cub’s brows.

He smiled—a gentle smile he had never once given me in three years.

The elder said, first take her as a concubine; the queen’s position would still be mine.

And I walked down from the altar and slapped him across the face.

“Break off the engagement.”

Remove the crown, sever the contract, withdraw three thousand wolf riders, take back the moon-steel weapons and the beacon array.

Kane said I was throwing a tantrum.

He did not know that from the moment I took off the crown, I had already calculated how to make him pay!

Five years into my marriage, I took off my Donna necklace at the Rossi family’s New Year’s Eve banquet and Noah still thought I could never leave him.
He stood by the long table with his mistress, Amelia, and said in front of every capo, “Some people will never measure up to her. Not even close.”
I didn’t cry. I didn’t make a scene. I just turned and walked away. On my way out, my cousin Lucas, my fixer, handed me a cup of coffee.
Three days later, he brought me two pieces of news.
Amelia was four months pregnant. And Noah was trading family territory to get his bastard child recognized by the family.
“What are you going to do?” Lucas asked.
I stared out the window, thinking about the red lipstick stain on Noah’s shirt. Thinking about the smug look in his eyes when he told me, “I only helped her because I felt sorry for her.”
“Wait,” I said. “Wait until they think they’ve won.”
What Noah didn’t know was I was still holding one last trump card.

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

When Lena Vale's father dies, he leaves behind nothing but debt — and not the kind any solicitor can settle.
Bound by an ancient blood contract she never signed, Lena is given seven days to present herself at Ashveil Manor, deep in the shadow realm of Veth, and give one year of her life in service to Lord Dorian Ashveil — the most feared vampire in a world she didn't know existed. She arrives under protest. The estate, apparently, listens.
Dorian is nothing like what she expected. He is cold, yes — centuries old, commanding, and devastatingly careful with everything he allows himself to feel. But he is also unexpectedly honest. And he stands when she enters a room, every single time, as if she is worth the gesture.
Lena tells herself it means nothing.
She is wrong.
As the months pass inside Veth's eternal dusk, the line between captive and chosen begins to blur. But darker forces are closing in — a rival clan with a weapon that runs on Lena's blood, a secret her father sold that could destroy everything, and a choice that no contract can make for her.
She came to Veth to pay a debt.
She may stay for something far more dangerous.
Crimson Vow is a slow-burn vampire romantic fantasy for readers who like their heroines fierce, their heroes worth the wait, and their love stories earned one impossible moment at a time.

Born with magic in her veins, Murphy Davide is a witch hiding in plain sight as a raccoon shifter.

Theodore Williams is a dragon tormented by the violence in his blood. When their paths cross at Arlo University, what begins as a pragmatic alliance—she seeks to develop a dragon transformation stabilizer;

he simply wants to survive to adulthood—slowly blossoms into something neither expected: trust.

But prejudice never sleeps within the academy walls. The Second Squadron marks them as a threat.

The psionic witch Phyllis covets Theodore's bloodline for her own dark purposes. Even Hetty, Murphy's dearest friend, grows distant amid the brewing storms.

Through a critical experiment under the full moon and a life-and-death trial in the botanical gardens, Murphy comes to understand a devastating truth:

true stability was never something a potion could provide. It is found only in the mutual redemption of two lonely souls who dared to choose each other against all odds.

A witch's magic. A dragon's curse. A bond that could save them both—or destroy everything.

"What is love!? Carmen did you just mention that!?" With his speaking of rage and burning in anger; he asked.

"Yes... I have always do— I love you" she mouthed with her words stressed.

"You can try and ignore me if you can... Only if you know how eager I am and how badly I want to tame you". With those promising words from her which left a dark creepy smile on her face; she walked out.

"Love did she just call it? Did she think I will fall for that shit? If only she knew how much love is a weakness to every man". He muttered to himself as he sat down worriedly.

As a mafia boss, he must not have compassion nor can he fall in love.

She is the only one who have that fits to talks bravely to him. Even with his powers, his strength have it's limitations as it went down when he is before her.

He's fearless,
Dangerous,
And kills without a sparing a second to think!
He kills to live and lives to kill!
The smell of blood is what he enjoy most!!!

The dangerous man never forgives anyone even if it is blood—"fuck blood relatives when it comes to the smell of blood!"

He's not just all about dangers but handsome! He's a demigod and every ladies hopes for just a nightstand with him.

A girl sold to him by ruthless father and stepmother changed everything...

*She's annoying
*She's irresistible
*She's hot
*She's the goddess of beauty

What follows when she do the undo—...

She's a spy sent to monitor him, find his weakness and win his heart, will she accomplish that? Won't she fall in love in the process? What if the devil finds out?

“Aah!” A moan slips free as he slides two fingers into me. “Azreal…”

“Tell me what you want, my queen,” he murmurs. “Let me worship at your altar like the goddess you are.”


Rebelle Larson has spent twenty one years haunted by the same nightmare, convinced she is slowly losing her mind. Then a mysterious man appears at her university, calls her Amirykal, and claims she is the reincarnation of the dead Queen of the Underworld he has spent five centuries searching for. Before Rebelle can dismiss him as insane, her mother is kidnapped by beings that should not exist. Forced to accept Azrael’s protection, Rebelle enters a supernatural world where the dead bow before her and ancient gods want her destroyed. As her forgotten powers awaken, Rebelle must uncover who she really is before the gods succeed in killing her for a second time.

My name is Jonah Flint, and I sell fish at the Havana docks.
Five years have passed, and everyone still treats me like a dead dog that can still breathe.
Until I saw the wanted poster on the execution ground—red hair, green eyes, and a scar on his face.
My captain is going to be hanged.
I put down the fish knife and dug the trident out of the cellar.
Listen up, Caribbean Sea—the old monster that has been silent for five years is here to collect its debts.

In my past life, I was betrayed by my fiancée and my tycoon boss, and thrown alive into a mutated swarm to be torn apart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn fifteen days before the multidimensional catastrophe! Facing my vain ex-boyfriend who was still threatening to break off our engagement and buy me luxury bags, I sneered and decisively blocked him, instantly awakening a "Beast-Level Infrastructure System."

Hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? Too narrow-minded! I directly infiltrated the polar regions with my geeky best friends, tampered with central permissions, and seized my tycoon boss's invincible fortress—a multi-billion dollar investment with a nuclear reactor!

When the catastrophe erupted and gravity collapsed, my boss and ex-girlfriend, dragging their mangled bodies, knelt outside the ten-meter-thick tungsten steel door, frantically kowtowing, begging to be brought in as dogs. I, however, holding a Romanée-Conti, coldly pressed the gravity strangulation button.

The Abyss Era, the Old Gods are all dead. On this wasteland, only I sit high on my icy throne, establishing absolute laws.

In my last life, the city became a locked-down apocalypse zone.
My “family-first” elite father shoved my older brother into a raider’s shotgun just to survive.
My pampered socialite mother thought I was dead weight—and personally threw me into a tide of infected.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the third day after the world collapsed.
Watching my mother still dilute her luxury face cream with the last half case of water—while my father lectured me about principles—
I drew my tactical knife and pinned it clean through the solid oak table.
“From now on, supplies are split. Rot here and prove it to me.”

I'm the mafia heir's practice girlfriend.
He uses me to learn how to control his temper, how to kiss, how to make love.
All so he won't freak out his true love after they get married.
His guys worry: "Boss, you're not actually catching feelings for the maid's daughter, are you?"
Michael laughs coldly: "Would you fall for a sex toy?"
Everyone thinks I'm pathetic, but I keep smiling while I hand him knives and light his cigarettes.
Until news breaks that he's engaged.
His mom slaps down a hundred-million-dollar check: "Get away from Michael. Disappear forever."
I take the money like a good girl and vanish.
But that night, I hear Michael tried to kill himself and got rushed to the ER.

An accident took my sight when I was a child. From that day on, my world was nothing but darkness.

When I was little, Derek, my childhood sweetheart, held my hand and swore he would be my eyes and protect me for the rest of my life.

But as we grew older, he began to see me as a burden just because I was blind. He fell for my bright, outgoing younger sister, Lilith.

He often hid my cane and watched me struggle to find my way. Then he and Lilith would laugh at me together.

Today was my coming-of-age mate party. It was supposed to be the day Derek and I became mates.

Instead, he brought in five werewolves and had them pretend to be him so I would have to pick him out from among them.

He said that if I chose him correctly, we would mate today.

But I could smell every one of them clearly.

Not a single man among the five was Derek.

Then again, whether I chose him or someone else had stopped mattering a long time ago.

I was carrying Don Elijah’s child. But on the exact day I went into labor, the man I loved dragged me to an underground freezer—standing at a deadly minus ten degrees Celsius—and locked the heavy metal door.

The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.

To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.

"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"

He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.

Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.

Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.

"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."

Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.

Everyone said I’d traded five years of my youth and my unwavering devotion for an engagement that every woman envied.
My fiancé, Felix Smith, seemed to believe it, too. He gave me pearls, promised me a bright future, and wrapped me up in a web of tenderness, layer after layer.
Until that afternoon, when he held me close, yet used a language he thought I didn’t understand to weave the perfect "wedding" con over the phone.
That was the moment I finally realized: over these five years, who had he really been looking at through me? And every pearl he ever gave me, whose tastes was he remembering?
When the elevator failed and darkness crashed down, the person he protected on instinct wasn’t me.
When the wind howled across the empty outskirts, the person he chose to abandon was me.
I’d been learning how to love him, how to become a proper bride. In the end, what I learned was how to exit quietly, out of his world with Serena.

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

Loving him will cost them everything…

Not loving him will cost more.

Derek has one goal: survive high school without drawing too much attention or pissing off his pack’s alpha.

As the youngest son of the alpha, his life is governed by lycan hierarchy, tradition, and politics. With no signs of awakening a lycan spirit, his only value is what he can do for the pack’s image. He knows he’s only ever one misstep away from exile… or worse.

Then, he finds a boy trapped in a locker on orientation day, and everything changes.

Derek shouldn’t want Nikolias. He’s off-limits. A risk Derek can’t afford.

So why does it feel like he’s the only thing worth fighting for?

Nikolias has just lost everything: his parents, his home, and any sense of peace. Sent back to the town his family left years ago to live with his prejudiced and controlling uncle, who wants nothing to do with anything—or anyone—not human, he’s trying to do everything in his power to get out quickly.

But then he meets Derek again, and all of his plans vanish in the soft, yearning flecks of gold in Derek’s green-hazel eyes. He’s drawn to Derek in a way that’s impossible to deny, and he thinks Derek feels the same way, despite the danger their relationship holds for him.

As Moonshadow's politics turn deadly, Derek and Nikolai are caught in the crossfire of a war that had started long before they were born, and their bond becomes a threat and a lifeline that neither can afford to sever.

Because the heart wants what it wants….

And it never asks permission.

TW: Graphic Violence, Suicide Ideation, Suicide Attempt, Child Abuse, Cult-Like Behavior

In my past life, I gave away all my resources to protect them, only to have my girlfriend and best friend lock the security door themselves, leaving me to be devoured alive by zombies in despair.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back three days before the apocalypse.
I maxed out my credit cards, frantically stockpiled hundreds of tons of supplies, and built an indestructible steel fortress! When the bloody apocalypse arrived as scheduled, those traitors were frantically torn apart by monsters outside the door, crying and banging on the door for help.
I sat in front of the monitor, took a sip of hot coffee, and calmly pulled down the last steel gate.
"In this life, you don't even deserve to be dogs."

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

"Enough, Serafina! The thing rigged to the parasail is just a mannequin. It's not your mother! Cut the damn act!"

I watched helplessly as my severely ill mother plummeted from hundreds of feet in the air, smashing into the bone-chilling ocean.

My husband was holding my stepsister, a doting smile playing on his lips.

My own biological son clapped his hands in glee—because he was the one who had blindly pushed the release button.

They all said I was faking it. They said I was vicious, toxic, and jealous.

It wasn't until I erased every last trace of my existence and vanished entirely from their lives that they dug through the wreckage of our past like madmen, desperate to find me.

My perfect husband built a thick soundproof wall in our new house, strictly forbidding me from touching it. When he left, I took a hammer to the drywall. Hidden inside the dark void was a bloodstained engagement ring belonging to a missing woman. Am I sleeping next to a killer?

My name is Isabella, and I’ve always lived in my sister Savannah’s shadow. They blamed me for our mother’s death, my father hates me, and my own pack doesn’t even know I exist. Then an accident put Savannah in a coma and, surprise, I got shoved into her life all over again.
Now I’m stuck at HighMoon Academy, where they train the elite, “serving” Lycan prince Aurelius, that arrogant, rude, feral wolf. Savannah’s dream has always been the throne. Mine’s a lot simpler: get out from under my father’s thumb and finally be free. So whenever there’s an order that has anything to do with the prince, my answer is always the same:
“Prince wants me for a private meeting? Hard pass.”
“He’s picking a date for the Christmas ball? I’m out.”
“He needs someone to warm his bed tonight? Yeah, that’s a hell no.”
I just didn’t count on ending up pinned to the academy’s cold wall, those wolf eyes scorching me, one of his hands on my chin and the other locked around my waist.
“You really think acting like you don’t care is going to save you?” he growls against my lips, making my whole body shake.
I’m not planning to bow to him. We both have dark secrets, and we’re stuck in a game that could ruin us... or bind us together for good.
“Because I’m not who you think I am, Lycan prince... and one day the real Savannah is coming back.”

He lifted his hand and brushed a strand of hair from my face, fingers grazing too gently. I snapped, "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch me?"
His mouth curved, the faintest smirk. "You walked in here looking like a fucking temptation. And you think I'm not supposed to touch you?"
I tilted my chin, refusing to back down. "Funny. I thought you said I didn't look good."
He leaned closer, voice low, eyes burning through me. "You don't look good. You look dangerous."
My chest tightened, heat crawling under my skin. I rolled my eyes, masking the pull I refused to admit. "Get lost," I muttered, shoving against him.
"You're mine, Tessa,"


His Biker Girl
I swore I'd never get tangled up with bikers. Then I met him.
Jaxson "Viper" Kane, the ruthless prince of the Black Serpents. Arrogant. Untouchable. Dangerous. Every girl on campus wants him, but not me.
He thought I'd be easy to break.
He was wrong.
Her Biker Prince
She's fire wrapped in leather, and every time she rides, she tempts me closer to the edge. Tessa Monroe, bold, defiant, impossible to control. I wanted to crush her pride, ruin that ego, make her beg.
But the more I chase her, the more I burn.
She's the one thing I shouldn't want. And the only thing I'll never let go.

Sold out by my best friend to a high-born vampire coven, I was drained, slashed, and thrown into a subterranean dungeon to rot. For a year, I lived like a forgotten corpse—eating filth, nursing broken bones, and watching my humanity wither away in the pitch-black silence.
They thought I died down there. They were wrong.
Deep within my shattered soul, something ancient and terrifying woke up. I am the last of an extinct bloodline, a mind-weaver capable of bending immortal minds using lethal, dark shadow chants.
Now, I’ve crawled out of the grave with a fresh face and a cold, beautiful mask. My target? King Alexander Vampirizh, the ruthless tyrant who built his empire on human blood.
He thinks I’m just a sweet, helpless human to be possessed. He looks at me with consuming desire, unaware that every tender touch, every lingering glance, and every whisper I feed him is a thread tightening around his mind.
Let the King adore me. Let him drop his guard. Because the sweetest fangs aren't the ones in his mouth, they’re the silent words on my lips that will burn his kingdom to ash.

Rejected! Betrayed!! Forgotten!!!

On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Selene's world shatters.

For years, she dreamed of finding her mate—the one destined to love and cherish her forever. Instead, before the entire pack, Alpha Ronan crushes her heart with a single sentence.

"You're weak. You're wolfless. You are unworthy of me."

Rejected, humiliated, and abandoned by everyone she trusted, Selene becomes the pack's greatest disgrace. Her family turns their backs on her. Her closest friend betrays her. And the woman who steals her future takes her place as Luna.

With nothing left to lose, Selene disappears into the wilderness.

But fate is far from finished with her.

When a pack of rogues leaves her bleeding and broken beneath a silver moon, an ancient power buried deep within her blood awakens.

The earth trembles, the skies darken, and a silver light erupts from her body.

And in a distant kingdom ruled by Lycans, a king falls to one knee.

Because after years of searching, he has finally found his mate.

King Kael.

What no one knows is that Selene is no ordinary werewolf.

She is the last living heir of the First Moon Queen, a legendary bloodline thought to have vanished thousands of years ago.

A bloodline capable of commanding wolves, healing the impossible, and destroying empires. Or building one powerful enough to rule them all.

Now the packs that mocked her want her allegiance.

The Alphas seek her favor. And the man who rejected her wants a second chance.

But some mistakes can never be undone. Especially when the girl they cast aside returns as a queen.

A rejected wolf... A powerful Lycan King. And a destiny that will reshape the entire werewolf world.

The Alpha's Rejected Mate is gone!

The Moon Queen has risen!

They burned me alive in a corporate lab. Then I woke up ninety days before the world ended.

Six years in the wasteland taught me one brutal truth: the fiancé I trusted sold my power to Apex, signed the order that locked my family outside the gates, and left them to die. Now I'm back in my younger body, with my whole family still alive and ninety days to make sure they stay that way.

I know what's coming. Radiation, acid rain, spore fog, a deep freeze to minus forty, and an eternal night that will swallow what's left of civilization.

So I'm draining every line of credit I can borrow, turning an old Cold War missile silo into a fortress, and filling my pocket dimension with enough supplies to outlast the apocalypse. As for the man who betrayed me? I'm robbing him blind, vault by vault.

"Last time I was too weak to do anything but survive," I told my brother. "This time I'm settling accounts."

But there's one variable I never planned for.

The stranger who died beside me in that reactor—the one who burned through his own life to save mine—is alive again. He's human, he's my new next-door neighbor, and somehow, he's been dreaming about me.

"I have dreamed about you. Repeatedly."

I know what he becomes: the red-eyed monster the entire wasteland fears, the man who saves humanity only to be betrayed and burned by the very people he protected.

This time, I've planned for every disaster, every enemy, every betrayal.

Except him.

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.

My brother and my fiancée forged evidence of my crimes. They claimed I was guilty of corruption, bribery, and betraying the family—that I was a traitor to the nation. If not for their "mercy," they said, I would have already been sentenced to death.

But that wasn't enough. Three years later, when Father lay dying, my brother and fiancée threw me into the Gulf of Mexico, all to eliminate any chance I might have of competing for the family inheritance.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to three years ago—to the moment they framed me for treason...

To surprise her I ended my business trip early only to catch my fiancee entangled with my best friend of ten years in our marital bed

The next day at an elite gala she publicly announced the engagement was over then drove me out into the freezing downpour like a drowned dog mocking me in front of everyone as a worthless castoff

She did not know that the Wall Street financial predator who had hidden his edge for love had finally had his shackles cut off by their own hands

Back in New York I struck back by shorting the Roland family empire watching coldly as that sanctimonious friend devoured her family fortune piece by piece then tossed her into a dungeon on a remote island overseas to torment her at will

Months later when she crawled out of a dark cell on the verge of a breakdown clutching my dress shoe in the stinking mud and sobbing as she begged humbly that she would do anything if only she could stay by my side

I merely wiped the mud she had smeared on my trousers and let a filthy wet wipe drift onto her face

Some trash once you throw it out you never pick it up again

My henchman, drunk, accidentally revealed he was a reincarnated individual, claiming that the apocalypse would arrive in nine days and he would kill me to seize all my wealth.
I laughed.
I'd been a pirate king for ten years; what storms hadn't I weathered?
I not only emptied his treasure chest that he considered his for the taking overnight, but also used his money to buy up all the survival supplies in the city.
When the apocalypse truly arrived, he could only kneel on the zombie-infested shore, watching helplessly as I sailed towards the absolutely safe island paradise.