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She was promised to a monster. He was hired to protect her. But fate had far more dangerous plans.

Hazel Voss, the obedient daughter of a ruthless billionaire, has spent her life silenced, groomed, and caged. When her father arranges her marriage to a powerful, predatory ally twice her age, Hazel sees her dreams slip away—until a forbidden fire ignites in the eyes of her bodyguard.

Tristan Wolfe is a man with scars—on his face, in his past, and deep in his soul. Hired to protect the heiress, he never expected to marry her. But when a dangerous secret forces his hand, Tristan becomes Hazel’s only shield in a world that wants to use her.

Now bound by a marriage neither planned and hunted by enemies they can’t yet name, Hazel and Tristan must fight temptation, lies, and the ghosts of their pasts. Because falling in love may be the most dangerous thing of all.

Zawadi is an African girl from a small town in central Kenya, who vowed to never fall in love after a series of bad luck .That was until she met her handsome white young prince. Against her better judgement she decides to give love one more chance.
With all odds stacked against them, will this love have a fairytale ending or will it crush and burn?
Does love truly overcome all?

Thea Morris is 23 years old and she works as an interior designer for a well-known company in Paris. She always rejected all the guys that asked her to go out on a date. She doesn't date nor has a boyfriend because she always makes herself busy with her work, work, and work.

Joseph Sanchez is 26 years old. He's the owner of Sanchez Corporation also name J.S Corporation. He is well known because of his good-looking face and also he's one of the richest bachelors in New York. He loves to play and break women's hearts. For him, all women are the same who like to easily give their body like a whore.

When Joseph going to open a new hotel at Paris, of course he needs a interior designer to make a design for his hotel. That's when Thea is chosen and the one who's gonna in charge of that job. At first, they just act as a professional boss and employee. But then, days by days the attraction between both of them have become stronger.

But the problem is Thea didn't want to have any relationship with Joseph because she's afraid that he might leave and break her heart just like he did to other women.

Read to find out more....

“ Don’t you even think you can just come back into my bed as nothing has changed between us, I am not going to sleep with you “ Kyra said, showing Alpha Conri out of her room.
“ I know you can say that now, but I know you have missed those nights we have spent together, making love and snugging up to me all naked. And I also know for a fact that if I leave now , you are going to hurt and wish you had begged me to stay” He growled, taking breaths around her neck , sending chills inside of her...
Kyra and her two sisters were the only ones able to escape from the tyranny of the supposed new Alpha king Shadow pack and the heir to the title , Conri Kessler. Their parents killed.
Her first thought was to get her sisters out.
They were lucky enough to get accepted into Moonstone pack. But she had to keep her being a luna a secret.
She thought everything had gone behind her and had no reason to worry until one night when she was almost killed by an enemy.
But Alpha Conri Kessler was there to save her, even though she had vowed never to see him again.
Hidden emotions starts to erupt out.
But with enemies everywhere, she has to save her sisters first.
Despite the dangers that erupt around them, Conri was more interested in winning his life's love back. No matter what.

I am Vita Virginia, the wolfless daughter of the Virginia Family. My life used to be perfect… An engagement with the man of my dreams, a best friend who loves me with all her heart, and a beloved family. Yes, I used to be happy.

But everything changed when a tragedy shook my life and showed me that everything I had was nothing but an illusion. And just like that, I lost everything… Including my freedom.

[…] “I’ve been your fiancée for two years! I’m your mate... I’ve devoted myself to you! You have to believe me, Derek. I didn't kill Alice. ”

Blamed of a crime I didn't commit, I suffered, cried, and bled with all my heart... But my greatest executioner was none other than Derek — my own fiancé, my mate, my true love.


“Damn it, I’ve missed your touch so much... you have no idea.” He murmurs huskily, and his voice vibrating on my sensitive skin makes me swallow a moan. “No, no… Don’t hold it back... I want them all… I’ve gone too long without hearing them.”
Derek kisses my throat, releasing a slightly louder moan, and his touch gets tight on my hair, making me tilt my head and stretch my neck. He licks all the way up to my chin, where he takes a slightly hard bit, leaving me to grunt in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
“You have no idea, Vita...” He says against my parted lips. “The chaos you turn my head into.”
He just plays with my lower lip again, licking and nibbling to pull it back.“You’re poison to me, Vita...” He rises once more to whisper against my lips, “You’re the one who will be the end of me.”
"

Jett Alejandre is a very hot bad boy. His being a badass makes him more attractive to women. Ashley Martinez is the very pretty and sexy photographer who caught his attention. He did everything to make her his. As expected, her resistance to his charms didn't last long. Who wouldn't want to be his girlfriend? He was almost a perfect boyfriend at first...but old habits die hard.. Ashley broke up with him only to discover that he is the baddest ex-boyfriend.. 'Please leave me alone Jett ! I have a new boyfriend now!' Ashley pleaded. 'The hell you have! No one else can have you because you are mine! I will kill that bstrd!' he furiously said.

Ahh go deeper," She said as she looked at them with desire in her eyes.

"Do you want us to take you, little mate? Don't tempt our beast" They both said and she smiled.

"I'd like to see how your beast reacts to my temptation"


She was the daughter of the leader of one of the most powerful packs in New York. When her mother died her father treated her like nothing and married another woman who had a daughter before their marriage.

She was downcast but didn't want to give up on life, she wanted to pursue acting as a career and probably make her debut out of it till she crossed part with the most ruthless Alpha in the whole of North America and found out she was his mate.

While she was still trying to accept that, she also found out she was mated to the most powerful and ruthless vampire in Mexico who was a playboy.

How would she be able to cope with these two ruthless men? Especially when they were rivals.

Would she fall in love with them? Would they help her take her rightful place in her family?

His wolf goes insane when she comes over. "It's MATE!! MATE MATE MATE!!"

He calms his wolf, "STAY DOWN, we're in a human territory..."


Octavia is the only child of the Alpha and Luna of the Red Moon pack. Every aspect of Octavia’s life has been planned out perfectly by her parents, without a single thought of what she wanted for herself included. But everything her parents planned for her flips upside down when she bumps into Leon, her mate fated for her by the moon-goddess. What will happen when she realizes he is from Midnight blue pack, her pack’s sworn enemy?

Anya Petrova thought she could finally breathe.

Orphaned at seven, she had been sent to live with her uncle in Canada. What should have been a safe home had turned into a nightmare.

Her uncle had started assaulting her when she was eight, and the flashes of those dark days never stopped. The trembling never stopped. She had grown up learning to hide her fear and her pain.

At nineteen, Anya finally escaped. She stole enough money to get to the airport and boarded the next flight back to Russia. She had won a scholarship to study Arts and Humanities and believed that it was her chance to start over, to be free at last.

She was wrong.

Because freedom did not always mean safety.

Nikolai Volkov was the man everyone feared. Silent, brilliant, and merciless, he moved around the campus with his black cat and said almost nothing to anyone. Rumor had it he was mentally unstable. Others said he was violent. No one knew what he would do next.

And the moment his eyes landed on Anya, everything changed forever. He was a force that terrified and mesmerized, a man who could destroy her in ways she never imagined and make her crave it at the same time.

Anya had come to Russia hoping to escape her past. What she found was obsession, danger, and a darkness that followed her everywhere she went.

The question is whether she can survive it or fall completely under his control.

Noella was fortunate enough to serve the Alpha in bed while still a Beta and to be one of the Omegas, but that one night changed her life forever.

She attempted to break through as she grew up amidst evil Betas. It was difficult to live with relatives after witnessing how brutally the Alpha of BlackMoon beheaded her parents.

Noella endured abuse and was treated like a maid, but one thought never left her mind: retaliation.

Will Noella be able to accomplish what she sets out to do given that she not only became his go-to bed warmer but also his closest sex partner?

Because of Elisa's sudden loss of communication with her boyfriend, Francis. She was forced go to Manila to look for it, but in her search for him, the course of her life would change with a man who would take possession of her whole life.

Will Elisa still be able to leave the side of a Mafia Boss? If she misses every kiss of him and every caress of her body? Especially if she knows his boyfriend is already in the other woman?

A man with visible scars. A woman hurt by betrayal. Will an unexpected bundle of joy be their cure?   The Army calls Sean Jeffries a hero, but his hesitation to take down a child suicide bomber left dozens wounded and him with a permanent scar. Wracked by nightmares of those he couldn’t save, he’s sworn to live a life of solitude in penance. His only bright spot is his nurse, Ruhi. But when she finds herself in trouble, can Sean step up to be a hero again? 
Ruhi Patel’s casual approach to dating leads to men who won’t commit. After her last non-boyfriend not only dumped her, but stole her dream job, Ruhi swears off men. However, she soon learns she’s pregnant. Being a single mom is not part of her plan. So when her favorite patient proposes a platonic marriage of convenience, Ruhi takes it into serious consideration. 
After the two say “I do,” feelings begin to grow. But Sean is holding himself back, convinced he doesn’t deserve happiness. And Ruhi is afraid she’s falling for yet another unavailable man. Can these two sidestep heartache and allow themselves to be loved despite their scars? 
Find out if love can truly heal all wounds in this light-hearted, sweet romance of convenient arrangements that unfold into lasting love. His Permanent Scar is the fourth in a series of marriage of convenience tales featuring Wounded Warriors who are healed with the power of love.

Rejected by her mate on their twentieth birthday and also being killed by him. That same night, Cleo experienced her wolf, but what she became, even she didn't understand. The next day, she woke up and realized that her mate had completed the bond ritual while she was unconscious, and in that moment she realized that revenge tasted better than him, a revenge that her wolf was more than willing to aid her in.

"Cole is now Neuri's new mate, and that is final!" I suddenly roar from the pit of my gut, growling out my fury in a primal voice unlike any I had ever used before only seeing red. "No wolf is worthy of Neuri, nor anyone else who claims her as their mate is... There is only one man whom she wants, only one man who matters, and that man is him!" 

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Alexander spat, stepping forward.

I turned to face him as my nostril flared, my breathing ragged, and my ears pricked for the slightest movement of his steps towards me.

"You... oh, you..." I whispered, moving my head slightly from left to right as I sized him with my eyes.

"You are my mate, and you will stop this nonsense once and for all." He screamed in my mind.

His voice was carried with force, but beneath it, I tasted fear, and my lips curled upward as I laughed, raising my chin, "Make me."

I was once a world-renowned designer, but I retired for love, dedicating six years to my husband and daughter. But on our anniversary, he spent millions on my final masterpiece, only to place it around another woman's neck on live TV. My own daughter then ran on stage, sweetly calling her 'mommy.' My six years of devotion became a joke. When I asked for a divorce, he sneered, thinking I was just a housewife who couldn't survive three days without him. He has no idea that the legendary designer 'Octavia' he's desperately trying to meet is the wife he cast aside. Now, I’m back. And I'm ready to take back everything that is mine.

Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.


“Take off your dress, Meadow.”

“Why?”

“Because your ex is watching,” he said, leaning back into his seat. “And I want him to see what he lost.”

••••••••••••*
Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.

One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger’s offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.

Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition—he can’t feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.

Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience… revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.

Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.

Alaric doesn’t share what’s his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.

I was but eighteen when I found myself captivated by my best friend’s brother.

At twenty-one, I mustered the courage to confess my feelings. He welcomed me into his bed but never once into his heart.

For three long years, I reassured myself: "Just a little while longer. He will see me in due time."

Then Stella returned—the girl he had always yearned for, even while his hands roamed my body in the shadows.

He greeted her return with champagne and candlelight, and then, locking his gaze upon me amidst a gathering, he coldly declared:

"You crawled into my bed and offered yourself. Don't you see how cheap and pitiable you appear?"

I raised my eyes, meeting his once more.

"I shall no longer trouble you."

I retrieved my phone, navigated to a contact I had seldom engaged—my betrothed by arrangement—and typed: "I consent to the marriage."

I've got a reputation on campus as a doormat with zero dignity. I bring Wyatt Langley food, do his homework, act as his emotional dumping ground. Been at it for a year.

His rich friends mock my cheap clothes and say I'm reaching way out of my league. He never stops them. Sometimes he even laughs along.

Finally, he announces in front of everyone that he's breaking up with me. His first love is coming back from Europe, so I need to get lost.

Everyone's waiting to see me cry.

I glance at the five million dollars that hit my account half an hour ago and say, with complete sincerity, "Okay. Congrats."

What nobody knows is that I put up with him, tolerated his rotten temper, for one simple reason. His mom pays way too well.

Now the money's here. Time to end this arrangement.

So why, the second I walk away, does he start tearing the city apart trying to find me?

Darcy Madu never imagined she’d become a billionaire’s nanny or find herself at the heart of a high-profile scandal. But when she walks into Adrian Ashford’s office and instantly calms his inconsolable daughter, Hazel, fate intervenes. As Darcy navigates life in the penthouse, she discovers the man behind the empire is grieving, guarded, and desperately in need of someone who can love them both unconditionally.

Amidst whispers of betrayal, media scrutiny, and Adrian’s own walls of guilt, Darcy and Adrian’s hearts collide in quiet moments of laughter, care, and stolen glances. But can love survive when the world seems determined to tear them apart or will the past and family expectations force them to let go of the only happiness they’ve ever truly known?

“You watched me burn… and chose to save your lover?” I whispered, hatred blazing in my eyes.
“Then I will watch you and your empire turn to ashes.”
“Wife, come home,” the cold Don said warmly. “The bed is empty without you.”
“Mommy, please come home,” my son cried with big fat tears. “I want to hug you to sleep.”
I laughed bitterly. “I hate you both.”
“Yes, Mommy,” they said at the same time, “we love you too.”
“WHY ARE YOU TWO NOT FOLLOWING THE SCRIPT?”
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Once, Elena Moretti was the perfect Mafia wife. Silent, loyal, and willing to sacrifice everything for her husband and son. And for that devotion, she was repaid with betrayal and death.
Reborn in the fifth year of her marriage, just before everything spirals out of control, Elena refuses to love blindly again.
This time, she chooses herself.
She divorces the man she once worshipped.
She walks away from the child who loathes her and calls another woman “Mom.”
But fate is treacherous.
The cold Mafia Don who slowly realizes he has lost the only woman who ever truly loved him.
The son who begins to feel the emptiness left by his mother’s absence.
Join Elena’s journey of self love, healing and a second chance at love.

Seven years of marriage turned to ash the moment I discovered my husband had arranged for his sister-in-law to carry his dead brother's child—using his own sperm to continue the family bloodline.
Lorenzo Corvino—New York's most ruthless don—would drive three hours through a storm just to get me imported cherries. He held me at my mother's funeral, crying until dawn. He hospitalized a man for disrespecting me at a charity gala.
I thought I was the center of his world.
Until the private investigator's flash drive revealed the truth: Lorenzo at the clinic for Claudia's prenatal appointments, his hand on her pregnant belly, whispering "Marco would be so proud."
In the end, on the Corvino family's scale of priorities, continuing his dead brother's bloodline would always outweigh his infertile wife.
The night the yacht exploded, the New York sky burned red. The news reported the mafia don's wife had perished in the flames. He collapsed on the dock, clutching the charred wreckage, breaking down completely.
But he didn't know—
That "dead" woman was across the Atlantic on the Amalfi Coast, one hand on her seven-week baby bump, protecting the secret he'd never discover.
Seven months later, when he stepped into my new life and saw the infant with his deep brown eyes cradled in my arms—
This man who'd built an empire on violence and fear finally understood what he'd truly lost.
And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows: some betrayals are so deep, even "I'm sorry" is more than he'll ever deserve.

Three torturous years hauling bodies on the mortuary night shift, and I'd finally scraped together the cash for my brother Charles's heart transplant.
He just waved it off.
"My heart is fine. Mom and Dad didn't die in that gang war, either. I orchestrated the hit. You were the only casualty."
Nearby, my husband, Gerald, casually lit a cigar to deliver his own confession. "I never went bankrupt. 'Laying low' was just my excuse to avoid squeezing into that dingy funeral home dorm with you. I've been at the Long Island estate."
"I was going to punish you for another three years," Charles added, "but the stench of formaldehyde on you is nauseating. We couldn't take it anymore."
I froze, still clutching the credit card. Charles plucked the plastic from my numb fingers and shoved his phone screen in my face. A banking app stared back at me.
Balance: exactly zero.
"My name is still on the joint account," he sneered, tossing the card into the trash. "I drained it this morning. That blood money you made bagging stiffs is being handed out to street junkies as we speak. We'd never touch that filth."
Before the sheer absurdity of it could suffocate me, my parents walked in. Flanked by bodyguards, they kept their distance, eyeing me like a plague rat.
"You thought being the biological daughter gave you the right to ruthlessly bully Violet. We simply wanted to put you in your place."
"Swear you'll never cross Violet again, and you can remain a Falcone," my mother added coolly. "Otherwise, you're dead to us."
In the stifling silence that followed, my phone buzzed. A text from my oncologist.
[Mrs. Castello, the results are back. It's terminal. Do you consent to initiating the hospice and DNR protocols we discussed?]

Manhattan City Hall, ten minutes before the marriage certificate is issued.
I looked at the prenuptial agreement, what flashed through my mind was not a sweet future, but the tragic ending of my past life—prison bars, fabricated evidence, and my wife Selena's cold face in court.
me to hell without hesitation .
Having been reborn, this time I will not be anyone's stepping stone again.
The real game only began the moment the agreement was torn up.

Born between two kingdoms at war, Astrid Stone’s life has been marked by pain and misfortune, condemned to live as a slave within her own palace.
She is the princess no one wants, the shadow of a lineage that despises her.
When the new wolf king, Lysander Rowan, forces her to marry him to avenge his father, both are trapped in a union forged by hatred… and consumed by a desire neither can deny.
As their love grows and her true nature awakens, Astrid must choose between loyalty to her past or a forbidden love that threatens to destroy them both.
In a world where blood dictates destiny, can love defy the moon?

When I woke up, I was locked at a round table, surrounded by four strangers.

A masked clown said: "Tonight there are only four gifts. The extra person... who could it be?"

The clown invited us to play a game.

The rules were simple—Liar's Poker.

Liars die. Those successfully challenged also die.

In the first round, the tattooed brute beside me lost and was dragged into the "Meat Grinder Ferris Wheel."

I heard the sound of his bones being crushed by gears.

The clown wiped blood from his hands, laughing: "Children who lie must be punished, you know~"

"Did you enjoy the game Penny prepared for you all?"

The moment he uttered "Penny's" name, everyone's faces broke out in cold sweat, because she had been dead for three years.

And everyone present... including me...

Remembered clearly.

In a world where bloodlines shape destinies, Florence Lancaster, a half-breed who has the blood of two exceptional people in her veins, is caught in a dangerous game. Abandoned and trained to be a tool, her life takes a perilous turn when a mission puts her on the most-wanted list of the Alpha King and the Werewolf Council.

Hunted and hiding her identity for years, she finds sanctuary within a pack until chaos strikes, forcing her into a bargain to save a life. The price? Six months as a werewolf's mistress, a twist she never saw coming.

Nicholas Gavner Acworth is a pureblooded Lycan who also was an Alpha King and an Alpha of Moonstone Pack—a pack of Lycans. Since his cousin died, he vowed to kill the person responsible for his death. But finding his mate who was not a Lycan and learning that she couldn't shift was not something he expected. He needed a strong woman to lead by his side and the perfect candidate was his betrothed. So, he makes a decision that alters their fate—making his mate his mistress.
........
She is strong-willed to escape.
He is adamant about keeping her.
She wanted to be loved.
He doesn't want to be in love.
Everyone wanted her,
Everyone fears him.
She belongs to him but he doesn't belong to her.

Elora, a young werewolf and daughter of the Beta of Darwin Pack, is forced into slavery together with her siblings when her father is betrayed and branded as a slaver by his own Alpha.

Her only goal is to find a way to clear her father's name and find a good home far away from their kingdom where her family could be together but a lot of enemies stand in her way.

Becoming the mistress of the Lycan king seemed a good way to get a step further in getting her revenge but it only exposed her to more dangerous enemies.

Rome, King of the Lycans, is heartbroken by the betrayal of his wife and is decidedly fed up with matters of the heart.

He is on a mission to ensure the new law he passed on slavery was being followed when he is bumped into by a female werewolf that steals his breath and commands his attention.

He finds out she's the daughter of a slaver and hopes to put distance between himself and the alluring woman but with the threat of losing his throne, he is forced to make her his mistress.

"I need you, my baby," he whispered as his tongue touched her naked breast.

Her toes curled up as a ticklish feeling transferred from her body and straight to her brain. Her mouth let out a sweet moan.

She has never felt this good before."I will make your pain go away for a while, bambino." He said as he kissed her face sticking his hand into her panties.

She screamed when she felt his hand inside of her, their eyes locked into each other before their lips met again.

This time, with much ferocity and want than the first kiss but the thrust in and out of her body caused her to stop kissing and grab hold of his shoulder.

"Do you feel better now?" He grunted out and she tried to nod her head.

"No Bambino, you have to be grateful by replying me with words." He said driving deeper into her.

She whimpered, shaking, her legs jelly like and immovable, she tried to make out words with her creamy lips. "I feel…Ahhh." He pinched her left breast and then held it.

"You feel much better now Bambino?" He whispered, sucking her ears now and she was lost. She wasn't in this world anymore.

"Answer me." He said as he pulled out of her and touched her face with his creamy fingers, he drew invisible lines on her rosy cheeks with his wet fingers and stuck his fingers into his mouth. "Hmmm, Bambino, you taste so good."


Amora's life turned topsy turvy down when the powerful and brutal cold billionaire of Venice walks into it. A man filled with a raw taste of need and affection and he offered her what she wanted most in her life. AFFECTION but it came with a price which will cost her a lot more than she would gain. Will she survive being in the billionaire's world or will she be consumed? This book is RATED 18+

"Phoebe, please be my mistress..." Tyler Hudson stated, following the submission of the report I had been working on since yesterday. As I stared at him in disbelief, the yellow folder he was handing me back lingered in the air. "Excuse me?" I shrieked, my eyes coldly vengeful on him. "Me, your mistress? Oh, come on! You know I'm not that kind of girl, Mr. Hudson!" I exclaimed, my murderous gaze fixed on my boss.

“Don’t worry Miss Stone, you will only act as my fake mistress…” he informed me and I froze on my spot, still shaking my head in response to his offer.

Tyler Hudson, the CEO of Hudson Steel Manufacturing and Industries asked his personal assistant, Phoebe Stone to pose his fake mistress on their company’s Silver Anniversary in order to get revenge and make his ex-wife upset. Scarlet, his wife cheated on him with his closest friend and business partner, Hans Wood. Tyler chose Phoebe out of all the girls around him since he knew that she wasn’t like the other girls who were going crazy over him.

Isla Monroe never meant to fall for anyone, especially not him.
Luciano Moretti is everything she should avoid: cold, powerful, untouchable. A man whose name is spoken in hushed tones across the city. The king of the underground. The devil in a suit. And now, her stepbrother.

What began as tension turned into temptation. A look held too long. A touch that lingered. A breath stolen in the dark. One wrong move was all it took, and suddenly Isla is caught in Luciano’s dangerous web, where morality has no meaning and desire is a deadly game.

He tells her she belongs to him.
She tells herself she should run.
But there’s something about the way he touches her like he owns her. The way his voice dips low when she disobeys. The way the world fades when he’s near.

Luciano’s world is ruthless. There are no second chances. No happy endings. And yet, Isla doesn’t pull away.

She should hate him. Fear him.
But instead, she aches for him.

Luciano was never supposed to care. He built his empire on ice, on blood, on silence. But Isla is fire, untamed, defiant, and dangerously pure. Her innocence taunts him. Her curves tempt him. Her lips are the only sin he’s never had the strength to resist.

He wants to protect her, but he can’t stop breaking her.
She wants to escape, but she keeps crawling back.

What they feel isn't healthy. It isn't safe. It isn’t love.
But it’s real. It’s raw. It’s consuming.

And it will ruin them both.

She's his weakness. He's her destruction.

One forbidden night changed everything.
And now, there’s no turning back.

Some lines, once crossed, were never meant to be redrawn.
And some obsessions?
But can she really overcome the burns of the underworld?

This is my third year as Gavin's mistress.
I bend over, seducing my sugar daddy.
"Mia, you're such a slut. We just fucked two days ago, and your pussy is already dripping wet."
His hot cock plunges into my body, the pleasure making my eyes roll back. I need more.
I'm addicted to being fucked by Gavin, it makes me forget he's about to marry my sister.
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Gavin Adams is the future godfather of the Mafia. Mia can't escape his control.
Eva knocks outside while Gavin fucks Mia hard on the sofa.
Eva plans her wedding to Gavin while he slips a diamond ring onto Mia's finger.
Mia stares at this dangerous, intoxicating man.
Could he ever truly love a woman? Impossible.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
After one wild night, she became the CEO's secret lover.
To pay off her debt and redeem herself, she signed a contract with the CEO.
They agreed it would be just physical—no emotions involved.
But in reality...
The little assistant was spoiled rotten by the CEO, who spent lavishly just to make her smile.
Yet she packed her bags and fled in the middle of the night, "If I don't run now, I'll die in that bed!"

"How much longer are you going to drag this out?! "My husband, Julian, kicked the bathroom door open, violently snapping my lipstick in half. "I don't have time to waste on a psycho. Find your own way to the gala!"
He snatched the unlabeled bottle from the vanity, dry-swallowed two capsules, and slammed it back down before driving off.
When I arrived at the gala alone, his mother asked where he was.
"He'll be here later," I said with a perfect smile.
But I knew he would never make it.

Lysa loved Damian for seven years, yet hypnotic manipulation warped his memories, leading him to brand her the killer of his parents. With his own hands, he cut her bones and implanted canine fur, transforming her into a deformed half-human beast and subjecting her to endless humiliation and torture. She watched her mother die a brutal death and was forced to swallow her mother’s cremated ashes. At the brink of death, her ancestral sea spirit pendant awakened, shedding her mangled hound form to birth a tyrannical deep-sea siren. Once the scheming fake heroine’s lies were laid bare, Damian descended into madness, drowning in desperate remorse. Wielding the immortal power of a siren, Lysa cast all her tormentors into an endless living hell—and she would never grant them forgiveness.

After two years of marriage, I finally got pregnant. I rushed to my husband's office with lunch to share the news, but his assistant mistook me for a sugar baby trying to trap the CEO. She dragged me into a back room and dumped scalding coffee on my head. When I tried to explain I was the wife, she laughed and called security. They stripped my clothes, kicked my stomach repeatedly, and destroyed my ultrasound photo. I begged them to call my husband, but they smashed my phone instead. By the time he found me, our baby was gone.

"Mrs. Avery Grayson!"
"That's me," I blurted, jumping to my feet, my heart twirling.
The warden held out a plain brown envelope. It had to be something from Chase—a message, a keepsake, something personal to remind me that he hadn't forgotten me.
I tore it open—
Divorce papers.
Beneath them a thick ivory card:
Chase Grayson and Astrid Russell request the honor of your presence.
My sister's name, in gold ink.
After spending three years in prison for a crime I didn't commit, I walked out expecting freedom. Instead, I found betrayal. My husband had not only left me—he married my younger sister. And if that wasn't cruel enough, he sold me like a commodity… to Axel Blackwood, a ruthless, enigmatic man with a dark past and even darker secrets.
Now, trapped in Axel's world of danger, power, and deception, I must fight for answers, for survival—and maybe, for a second chance at reclaiming the life they tried to destroy.

I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.

The Koch family is the oldest family in the Blue Star Kingdom. As the new generation heir, Chad Koch has encountered many women—some attracted to his wealth, others to his looks, but none genuinely cared for him as a person. Consequently, Chad Koch has perpetually upheld a demeanor of aloofness towards the fairer sex.
Amidst a twist of fate, Daphne emerges as the savior of Chad Koch's venerable grandfather.
Thus unfolds the tale of emotional intricacies between a haughty scion of royalty and a humble maiden of the farmlands.

Two weeks before my due date, my husband Ethan is racing out the door into a stormy night.

All because his childhood friend Scarlett's apartment lost power, and she says her claustrophobia is kicking in.

I'm clutching my belly, telling him my water broke, begging him to look at the blood on the floor.

"You pulling this again? Last week wasn't enough? Scarlett's actually in danger."

He shakes off my hand. The door slams shut.

I'm standing in a pool of blood, watching his taillights disappear into the rain.

My baby won't have a father anymore.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

On the day of our mate bond, Alpha Samuel decided we were going to be a childfree couple himself.
He held my hand and said affectionately, “No kids. I only want you.”
However, he came home with a pup in his arms later.
He claimed a friend had died, leaving the child alone, and asked us to take him in “just for a while.”
I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t demand answers. I didn’t even ask twice.
I kept cooking and cleaning, swallowed the unease and told myself to trust him.
Until that night, when I asked him where my dog had gone.
He didn’t answer. He set a bowl of dog meat soup in front of me instead.
He said my spirit dog could hurt the pup. But the spirit dog could sense bloodline, its growl wasn’t for that pup. It was for the lie he’d been hiding for three years.
At that moment, I finally understood: the pup he called “alone in the world” carried the exact same blood as him.
So our agreement was a lie and the so called childfree was an excuse.
And he’d already arranged what my ending was like when the day I agreed to bond with him.

I’d worked at my husband’s company for three years, only to be fired by him right when a promotion was within my reach.
It was all because I’d been swamped with overtime work one day and neglected the cat he’d given me.
When I came home that night and found the cat food hadn’t been refilled like usual, my husband, who had always treated me with tenderness, flew into a rage for the first time.
“If you can’t even take proper care of a cat, then don’t come to work at all. Stay home and raise it full-time.”
I parted my lips to explain myself, tears clouding my eyes, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word I said. The very next day, he instructed the HR department to dismiss me from the company.

I watched my boyfriend down on one knee proposing to another woman.
Turns out that he was cheating on me with her for two years.
Our five years together meant nothing to him. He claimed that he needed her money –connections and that I should be the one to play the role of a mistress. I refused.
I didn’t stick around. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wanted something strong to numb my pain— and yes, I ended up in the loudest club.
Then I met him, Adrian Foster. The wealthiest and powerful CEO.
The moment I lost my balance, he caught me and pulled me straight in to his chest.
Fate? I didn’t believe in it.
But may be …. He did.

I was reborn one year before my husband fell in love with another woman. This time, I successfully took her place and became the idealized figure, the one admired and longed for by my husband and her other suitors.

I died the day I caught my fiancé cheating.

I had walked in on my cousin and my fiancé, completely naked in the backseat of a brand-new Porsche. It was a car bought with stolen money—embezzled from the estate of my recently deceased grandmother, Margaret.

Panic had set in the moment I discovered them. To stop me from calling the cops, he slammed his foot on the gas.

As a pool of warm blood spread beneath my head, I heard him lying to the first responders: "She’s mentally unstable. She threw herself right in front of the car."

I died exactly like that—labeled a hysterical, suicidal woman.

But just when I thought it was all over, my eyes snapped open.

The hot blood that had just blurred my vision, the shattering agony in my bones—it was all gone.

I woke up to the truth that I had somehow ended up inside a mafia novel, cast as Richard’s “burdensome little sister.”
The day I was disfigured saving him, Richard held my hand and swore I was his only weakness.
He said even if the fire had turned me into a monster, I would still be his.
But I knew the truth. I wasn’t his weakness but the curse he could never escape.

Ten years ago, on the night of the fire, I stepped into an ocean of flames for him. In return, I got burns across sixty-three percent of my body and ten years locked inside his guilt.
Stella, the mafia heiress who loved Richard so desperately it bordered on madness, once stood beside my hospital bed, crying as she begged me to let him go.
“You’re his only weakness,” she said, her voice shaking. “The Miller Family already has their eyes on him… Please. Just set him free.”

So I put on a veil and married the man Richard hated most, Frank of the Miller Family.
At the wedding, Richard’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my arm.
“Tell me the truth,” he demanded hoarsely. “Are you doing this willingly?”
Through the cheap veil covering my ruined face, I smiled at him. “Yes. I’m tired. I don’t want to be your burden anymore.”

But on our wedding night, Frank tore the veil from my head. He stared at my twisted, scarred face and sneered. “Jesus… you’re fucking ugly.”
When Frank pinned me down, my fingers brushed against the gun Richard had secretly slipped into my wedding dress.
Along with it was a bloodstained note. His handwriting was frantic, almost insane.
Just one word—Live.

And right now, my adoptive father was waiting at the North Dock with men from the Miller Family, ready to silence me for good.
Because the fire ten years ago, the one that burned my adoptive mother to death, was started by him.
Now everyone wants me dead.
But Richard…This time, for you, I’m going to stay alive, even if I have to crawl all the way to the gates of hell.

"You have two months to live." The doctor's death sentence was still ringing in my ears when I found the receipt in his pocket.

[Four Seasons Hotel. Romance Suite. Check-in: 3:00 PM.]

3:00 PM. The exact moment I was begging the doctor for painkillers, Alexander was in a hotel bed with another woman.

I looked at him, sleeping soundly beside me. I had loved this man for five years, sold everything to help him succeed. Now, in the final countdown of my life, he gave me the most fatal blow.

"I'm exhausted from meetings," he had lied, smelling of Santal 33 and another woman's sex.

I clenched the receipt until my nails dug into my flesh. I wouldn't tell him about the cancer.

I would use whatever time I had left to make him regret ever being born.

Everyone knows my husband is obsessed with me.

He's gone against the board for me, walked away from billion-dollar deals, dropped millions at charity galas. Everyone said I'd married into a fairytale. I believed it too.

Until the anonymous email.

In the photo, he was kissing a little girl's forehead—three years old, maybe four. He looked at her the way fathers do.

Three years of marriage. Countless failed IVF attempts. Then finally—I was pregnant.

I was about to tell him when his phone buzzed. He left immediately—for another woman and her child.

I was the only one who didn't know.

If the love was fake, if the marriage was fake—then I could disappear too.

In two days, the typhoon hits. My car will go off the cliff into the ocean. No one survives that.

I'll disappear from his world forever—me and the baby he doesn't know about.

After dreaming of making love with Anthony for the 99th time, I finally decided to confess my feelings to him.
But just as I reached the bodyguards' private lounge, I saw him under the moonlight, reverently kissing a photo of my sister Seraphina.
After he released his desires, a werewolf quietly appeared:
"Alpha Anthony, if Thea knew your true identity as the king of the Thunder Tribe, she’d probably be shocked."
Anthony smirked disdainfully:
"What does it matter? I came here only to get close to Seraphina. As for the others, I don’t care whether they live or die."
His words sent me fleeing in despair. My heart felt as if it were being crushed by a massive wolf’s claw, the pain so intense that tears streamed down my face.
So it was all just my own wishful thinking.
Resigned, I walked into my father’s room and said:
"Father, I am willing to enter a political marriage with Alpha Caleb."
On the Moon Goddess Festival three days later, I would marry the brutal Alpha Caleb.
And as for Anthony—I would personally deliver him to Seraphina.