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Three months after my miscarriage, my family wore me down until I stepped off the board.

Nolan knelt before me and said he wanted to rebuild our marriage — that I should rest at home. I thought it was fate's only compensation for the child it had taken.

Then one day, while planning his fortieth-birthday surprise at the club, I heard him pin the brand director Aubrey against a wall of wisteria and kiss her —

"The moment the tenth-anniversary gala ends and the funding lands, my CEO seat is locked. She can throw all the fits she wants — she won't touch my control. Three more weeks."

I stood there. I didn't walk in. I didn't cry.

The next day, I returned to headquarters under the pretext of "slowly finding my footing," and began pulling every financial record.

A $20,000-a-month Manhattan apartment booked as a "VIP Client Hospitality Suite." Two weeks in Paris logged as a "European Market Study." Monthly consulting fees flowing straight into Aubrey's private studio.

And worse — he forged my signature, attaching it to a funding proposal that gutted my equity and would cut me out of the company I built with my own hands.

He was waiting for the gala to throw me out.

So was I.

The spring semester at the Academy had barely begun when Mother's enchanted letter burst into flames on my desk, that familiar acrid smoke already filling the air.
The smoke swirled and her voice emerged, sharp with anxiety:
"Cecilia, have you found a human man yet?"
"Less than a month left before we must present our tribute to the tribe. Noah is your own brother—can you really stand by and watch him die?"
Surrendering Noah meant certain death.
Over eighty Medusa females in the tribe were of breeding age. Noah had been frail since birth, his scales pale as paper.
If he were dragged onto that cold stone altar to serve as a breeding tool, he wouldn't survive the first night.
But where the hell was I supposed to find a human man?

The night I graduated from college, Bianca Moretti asked what I was going to do next. My Mafia family had only recently brought their biological daughter home.
I didn't get a chance to answer. The four men I'd grown up with answered first, each taking his turn.
They all had paperwork showing that they were moving to California.
Then Dante Romano, the future head of one of Chicago's most powerful crime families, slid my research agreement across the table.
“Come along, Lexi. We'll get settled in California, and then I'll marry you.”
I'd been in love with him for years. I put my name on the agreement.
Two weeks later, I walked into the Moretti estate's study and found a different group chat projected on the wall.
[Has Alexandra signed yet?]
[She has. Four made-up job offers, and she's ready to leave Chicago.]
[With her gone, Bianca can take her rightful place.]
[Dante drew the short straw. He's stuck pretending he wants to marry her until she's out of here.]
Not one of them had intended to move.
I'd thought about leaving the family when Bianca first returned. All four had assured me that her arrival wouldn't change anything between us.
I'd taken their word for it.
They didn't know my professor had offered me a place on a classified federal weapons project. During its closed research phase, personal contact with the outside world would be suspended.
I would be out of Chicago in forty-eight hours.
They'd gone to so much trouble to clear a place for Bianca.
I was about to give them exactly what they wanted.

For ten years, I drew only black stones from the moon-bone box.
My parents called it the Moon Goddess's will, while every white-stone reward—from the choicest meat to new cloaks, even a single word of praise—went straight to my white-furred, cherished younger sister Luna.
On my twelfth birthday, I tried to cheat during the Hearth Vow Night. My mother caught me red-handed, locked me in my bedroom, and my head struck a wooden chest. I never woke up.
As a ghost, I watched my family carry on as if nothing had happened—until I finally saw the cruel truth hidden inside that moon-bone box…
When my mother called for me again, the forgotten daughter was already gone.

Once a terrifying top special forces commander known as the Ghost Reaper, Kael Vance hid his identity for three years, craving an ordinary life. Yet he was brutally humiliated and dumped by his greedy fiancée. When his family was threatened, he abandoned disguise. His elite troops knelt for him, and he crushed his arrogant enemies, rewriting his fate with power and finally gaining true love and peace.

At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, my husband Nathan audaciously discussed the name of the child his mistress Victoria was carrying, speaking in Spanish right in front of me.
They presumed I could not understand. Yet, not only did I comprehend every word, but I had also long ago uncovered evidence of their affair—including those passionate videos filmed in his car...
But when I vanished completely, he went into a frenzy.
When the news of the 'plane crash' broke, he spent fifty million dollars, deploying twelve rescue helicopters to search relentlessly through the storm for seven days and nights.
When the rescue team informed him that 'there were no survivors,' this once indomitable man knelt on the deck, weeping inconsolably like a child who has lost his mother.
Little did he know, there was no trace of me on that 'lost' plane.
And now, it was my turn to make him experience the true meaning of loss.

Every April Fools' Day, my billionaire husband's childhood sweetheart loved to play a twisted game of "I dare you" with him.

Last year, she dared him to throw our wedding ring into the lake. This year, she dared him to divorce me and marry her by midnight.

He agreed instantly, dragging me to court just to win.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered, holding the ultrasound photo in my pocket.

He laughed in my face, accusing me of faking it to ruin his fun.

He signed the papers, married her, and left me to bleed out in the pouring rain.

When I called him for help, he threw two hundred dollars at me and drove off to "win the game."

He thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He thought I would come crawling back.

But when he finally realized the truth—that he had killed our unborn baby—it was too late.

I am the outcast of the Blackwood Pack. Everyone in my family shifts into towering, fearsome giant wolves. Only I stay trapped in the form of a husky. My father banished me to the edge of our territory. Mother secretly built dens and brought me food. I kept hoping that once I grew older, I would finally turn into a true wolf.
Then a livestream poacher captured me. She locked me in an iron cage, strapped an electric shock collar around my neck, and used silver to burn my flesh.
She has no idea. My father is the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. He is coming for me, with the whole pack at his side. And they never spare anyone who harms one of their own.

A year ago, during the yacht shipwreck, Carter let go of his mistress Valerie's hand in the crushing waves, risking his own life to shove me onto the lifeboat.   Later, weeping by my hospital bed, he swore that staring death in the face had finally made him realize who the only indispensable woman in his life truly was.   I believed him. I wiped the slate clean of his infidelity, utterly convinced that a marriage forged in life and death would be indestructible.   Until tonight. The night of our third wedding anniversary.   Staring at the new notification lighting up his screen—【I'm in the suite downstairs waiting for you. Come fuck me like you did last night, or I'm jumping off the balcony. —V】—the truth finally hit me.

The so-called true love proven at death's door couldn't even survive the cheap lust of ordinary days.   My entire marriage was nothing but a grotesque joke.

On a stormy night, an intruder broke into the estate and slashed my husband's throat.
I didn't call the police. Instead, I grabbed the bleach and scrubbed away every trace the killer left behind.
The next morning, my mother-in-law dug her nails into my arm. "Tell them! Who murdered my son?!"
"Lady Cordelia, if you saw anything, now is the time to speak." The police captain stepped closer, his voice hard.
I met his gaze without blinking. "The thunder was loud last night. I took my sleeping pills and heard absolutely nothing."

My Mafia boss husband brought his late brother's widow and child back to our estate and demanded I move into the nanny's quarters..

This time, I didn't pull a gun and fight with him like I did in my past life. Instead, I brought out my suitcase to pack and make room.

Later, for our daughter's birthday, Julian gifted her a foal.

Beatrice's son cried and threw a tantrum, demanding it.

My five-year-old daughter calmly handed over the lead rope. "Daddy said Leo doesn't have a papa anymore, so from now on, my papa is his papa."

"I should learn to be generous."

At first, Julian was extremely gratified by our tolerance and maturity. But gradually, he panicked as he realized—

There was no more love in my eyes, and our daughter no longer opened her arms to ask for his hugs.

Little did he know, in our previous life, in order to protect that mother and son, he banished us to the subterranean water dungeon.

While my daughter and I contracted the plague, dying in despair amidst the stench and the gnawing of rats, he was holding that woman's hand in a brightly lit banquet hall, announcing to the entire Family that she would be under his lifelong protection.

Reborn into this life, my daughter and I no longer fought, no longer made a fuss.

But we also never needed Julian again.

In my third year of marriage to Cassius, I saw his childhood sweetheart Serena post a photo on a luxury yacht with the caption: "My man always knows what I want."

That yacht was supposed to be my birthday gift.

I called the dealer. "Mr. Vitale transferred it to Miss Monte."

Cassius called immediately. "Stop checking up on me. I owed her this. Why are you so insecure?"

That night, he kicked my medication across the floor. "Stop reminding everyone I owe you my life."

Three years ago, I gave him my gas mask during a shootout. The toxins destroyed my lungs.

When he burned my face with an iron, he drove me to the hospital—until Serena called crying about a burst pipe.

He shoved me out into the pouring rain. "You're not going to die. She needs me more."

For the first time in three years, I realized I should stop saving a man who'd already chosen someone else.

This was the 99th time Sabrina stood me up for our wedding appointment.
Just as I was leaving, I got a text from that new male student of hers—attached was a photo of him shirtless, wrapped around her sleeping form with a caption that screamed pure provocation:
[If you really loved her, you wouldn't trap her with marriage. Can't you see she doesn't want this?]
When she finally picked up my call, her tone was beyond annoyed.
"Colin's having a meltdown over mixing the wrong colors, and if this piece gets ruined, it's on you. A marriage certificate is just a piece of paper—we'll do it another time."
She had no idea that, thanks to Colin "accidentally" spilling that cheap turpentine, my severe asthma was raging. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass dipped in blood.
And that "another time" she mentioned? It was never going to happen.
After hanging up, I calmly tossed the wedding ring I'd bought for her.
Then I turned and took the groom's suit from the senior who'd had a crush on me for seven years.

On my due date, my husband Matteo locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Torrino family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Jennifer and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Matteo made this insane decision.

"My brother and Jennifer's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

"Sylvia can't even get heating at her boarding school. What makes you think you deserve a hot shower?" My stepmother's voice was gentle as she poured ice water down my spine—punishment for a sister suffering in Switzerland. For fifteen years I starved, froze, and bled so I could "atone" for her hardship. But one photo hidden in a locked drawer shattered everything I believed: Sylvia wasn't suffering. She was skiing in the Alps, sipping hot cocoa, while I nearly died for a lie. Now I know the truth. The question is—can I survive long enough to make her pay?

My parents gave me the first membership card for their new hot-spring resort. When it disappeared from my dorm suite, I barely worried about it.

Then Mom called.

"Claire, you know that card only gets you a discount, right? It doesn't pay for anything. A girl who says she's your roommate is here with a birthday party. She's treating everyone."

I laughed, though nothing about someone taking my things was funny.

"I know exactly what it does, Mom. If she wants to treat them, let her."

On our ten-year anniversary, my billionaire boyfriend unclipped my safety harness and shoved me off a skyscraper.

I hit the safety net so hard my bones cracked. It knocked the wind out of me. When the panicked staff finally dragged my bleeding body back up, Brooks didn't even check if I was alive.

He was busy smiling at Maddie.

Maddie Sinclair is his rich childhood friend. She is autistic, and watching me suffer is her absolute favorite thing.

"Do it again, Brooks! Look at her face!" she laughed, waving her phone at him.

Brooks just looked relieved. Her autistic meltdown was over. All it took was almost snapping my neck.

Over the last ten years, this was my life.

When I lost my job, he bought a banner to celebrate with her.

When I was in a car crash, he let her stand outside my hospital room and laugh at my injuries.

Every year on her birthday, he made me dress up as a clown just to keep her entertained.

He knew pushing me without a harness could have killed me. But keeping his friend happy was all that mattered to the great CEO.

I only took the abuse because I needed his money.

But as my own blood dripped into my eyes, blurring his face, I was just too tired.

I finally wanted to give up.

Look, I'd heard the rumors: Skyward International's flight attendants? You never see 'em anywhere but the airport. Not once. Kinda spooky, but my coworker drops this smirk—"First time? You'll get it"—and I'm boarding Flight 6108, heart pounding.

This chief stewardess, Tiffany? Stunning. Locks eyes, buckles me in, perfume hits like a drug. Later, service cart rolls up. "Airsick? C'mon." Door shuts in the crew lounge. Boom—she's on her knees. "Relaxation service." Zipper down, wipes me clean, then swallows my cock whole. Balls-deep, tongue on my sack, cheeks sucking vacuum. "Big one," she whispers, eyes pleading like she needs my okay.

On the third anniversary of our bond, I pushed open the private room door, my heart full of hope—only to see Chisel on one knee, leaning in to kiss Sylvia. In that instant, every thread of love and trust inside me snapped.
“What are you doing?” My voice trembled; tears blurred my vision.
Chisel looked up at me, eyes full of irritation. “Enough, Leah. Stop putting on that wounded look. We were just playing a game. I lost, that’s all. Why are you angry?”
I could no longer bear the betrayal. After losing our pup, something inside me died completely. I decided to break the mate bond, to end this painful, scarred union once and for all.
Even as Chisel kept apologizing, swearing he would change, I no longer believed him. My voice went cold:
“Even if I forgive you, our pup never will.”
I left the home that had once been full of love and hope, flying toward a new world that would be mine alone.

"I want you."
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm your best friend's dad. I'm like a father to you."
"But you're not my dad."
"I'm forty-five. You just turned eighteen. You're too young."
"I'm a legal adult. If I can vote and go to jail… then why can't I decide this for myself?"
All Shades of Passion is a collection of short steamy stories cutting through all spheres of life, depicting our individual struggles to find ourselves. Who we are and what we want. Each story has a unique plot, individual struggle, and a meaningful closure. From a young girl who is curious about life as she turns 18, to a girl who hopes for a Cinderella story but falls for the baddest boy in town. There's sizzling boy romance, lesbian forbidden love, and a female coach who is in love with her student. It is packed full of forbidden love, sexual tension, and age gap romance. No judgment, No prejudice. Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans great and small. Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.

You can't outrun your past, not even aboard the Ship of Dreams....
Meg never dreamt she would find herself aboard Titanic, dressed in the borrowed clothes of her lady-in-waiting, hiding from her family, running from her haunting past. Now that she finally has the opportunity to escape it all, she realizes the man she has been engaged to for three years is also aboard the ship. Their marriage was arranged by their fathers long ago, and since they've always had the Atlantic Ocean between them, Meg is able to continue her charade. However, if Charlie discovers her true identity, she will end up breaking his heart all over again. And the more time Meg spends with Charlie, the more she realizes she's made a terrible mistake; she never should have ran away from him to begin with.
Will Meg find a way to reveal her true identity without destroying their blossoming relationship, or will her last chance at true love end up in the abyss?
Also includes the sequel, Residuum, about life in New York City after Titanic, and a prequel, Prelude, about Meg and Charlie's life before they boarded that fateful ship!
Author's Note: The ghosts are metaphorical and refer to the female lead, Meg, and her haunting past.

Warning ⛔️ ⚠️This is an erotica collection. A collection of dark taboos romances. Things that are usually off limits but would want you craving for more. More ecstasy, more joy.

#Taboo romances: Stories about step-parents and family secrets. All types of love: Steamy tales for everyone, lesbian, gay, and more.

Wild passion: Stories where characters stop following the rules and follow their hearts instead.
Step-father and step-mother. Lesbian, gay and all bad-bad steamy beautiful things your imagination craves.

A collection of steamy tales where sins know no boundaries and desire walks the edge of passion and lust.

Between the weight of sins and the sting of redemption, lovers find themselves tangled in secrets and temptation.

Every story is a dance between control and chaos, lust and love, a reminder that sometimes, the most dangerous thing isn’t the sin itself it’s how good it feels.

He swings me around to face him and brings me against his chest. I gasp loudly and place my hand on his chest.

“Where do you think you are going?”

“Over there.” I whimper, nodding in the direction of the stools.

He stares down at me, a stare so intense it causes a shiver to run down my spine. I swallow hard, and he dips down, his warm lips covering mine. I moan and fist his tee, kissing back. Conrad runs his hand down my back and places it on the small of it to hold my body tighter to his as we kiss. I snake my arms around his neck.

A part of me has been craving his kiss since our first one. The kiss is passionate but not forceful or rough. It is pretty perfect. Conrad’s free hand lands on my cheek. I forced my tongue into his mouth; I needed a little more. Conrad doesn’t seem to have an issue with it because his tongue soon dances in perfect sync with mine.

I walk backwards, not parting from his lips, until my back hits a counter. There are so many emotions circulating in me. I grip his hip and pull him against me. Conrad groans loudly into my lips, and I can feel his length harden against me. He is turned on this much by just kissing me. I am the same, though. I am aroused for the first time in a long time.


One night.
One masquerade ball.
A handsome stranger.

It is how it all began, All because I was forced to attend by my boss to pretend to be her daughter or I would be fired.

The handsome stranger's eyes fall on me the second I walk in. I hoped he would move on since he is surrounded with beautiful women, but he doesn’t. The second he decides to approach, I finally realise he isn’t a stranger at all. He and his family own the company I work for. He can never find out who I am.

I try everything to avoid him, but nothing works. It is hard to resist when he stares at me with those eyes and charming smile. I give in trying to fight it, spending a few hours with him can’t do any harm, right? As long as I keep my mask on, he doesn’t need to know who I am.

I have never felt chemistry in the way I do with him, but it doesn’t matter because after tonight, I will disappear and he will have no idea who I am. Even if he walked past me in the street he wouldn’t notice because what he see is a woman who he is attracted too, one beautiful who fits in with everyone else, but in a reality I am a no one. I am nothing special. So our time spend together will only be a memory.

Well, so I believed. I couldn’t have been more wrong because all it takes is one night and everything changes. I hoped he would have forgotten about me but it seems to be the last thing he does.

No matter what, he can never find out the truth because he will only end up disappointed.

Emma Spencer is a financial risk analyst at a major international company.

Finally, after years of not taking her vacations, she takes time off for her upcoming wedding and honeymoon. But everything takes a dramatic turn when she finds herself in Hawaii, alone and without a husband. For the first time, she flips a coin and decides to live a night without risks, passionately engaging with the first stranger she meets at a bar, someone she believes she'll never see again. What were the chances of meeting him again? Absolutely zero.

But fate brings them together unexpectedly... and in the least expected place.

A twist of fate.

She never imagined her life would come to an abrupt end over of a poisoned 30ml of jelly, but it did, and it was the start of a new one.
M awakened in the body of an abandoned child who had been loathed by everyone and had a criminal record, having been given a new life and a second chance in life.
M got blessed and received a Tycoon System that would lift her to a higher level, enabling her to do things she couldn't in her previous life.

How far will she go in order to accomplish her goals and dreams? Will she be able to protect those that she failed to protect in her past life?

It started with a scream and the smell of smoke.

A house on fire. A teenage boy arrested. Another body found hours later with a knife in his chest. In a Southern town that hadn't seen a conviction in over twenty years, two crimes in one night was practically an apocalypse.

That same night, Elijah Ward—once a top-tier defense attorney in New York—drove past the town's faded welcome sign, returning to a place he swore he'd never step foot in again.

He wasn't back for justice. He wasn't back to help. He was back for his daughter… and a secret he buried ten years ago.

But when he’s pulled into defending two boys from opposite sides of town—one rich, one poor—both claiming innocence in cases that seem open and shut, he realizes the truth isn’t just buried… it’s protected.

As Elijah digs deeper, the town’s past claws its way into the present. The courtroom becomes a battlefield. Every witness lies. Every motive twists. And someone wants him gone before he uncovers what this town really hides.

Nyra Hawkstone was once the cherished eldest but adopted daughter of the powerful Hawkstone Pack—until everything was stolen from her.

After Alpha Hawkstone died mysteriously during a border war, the entire pack shifted overnight. Nyra, already hated for failing to awaken her wolf, lost her status, her protection, and eventually even her identity. Her foster sister, Iora Hawkstone, the Alpha’s biological daughter, rose as the new Luna beside Theodore MoonClaw—Nyra’s former mate and first love.
During the annual harvest banquet, disaster strikes the Hawkstone Pack. Crops fail, tribute payments to the Alpha King fall short, and tensions explode within the territory.
Humiliated and forced to serve as a maid during the banquet, Nyra accidentally spills wine on Iora after being deliberately tripped. Iora seizes the opportunity instantly. Manipulating Theodore and weaponizing pack politics, she proposes offering Nyra to the infamous Alpha King Alexander Darkheart as a “soother” in place of the missing tribute.

The entire continent fears Alexander Blackheart.The cursed king.Rumors claim every woman sent to his castle dies screaming.
Some say he tears them apart himself.

'Miss Klean, the CEO would like to see you now." The junior secretary said to Varisha Klean with a warm smile and for a strange reason, whatever had caused Varisha to have doubts about this interview seems to have disappeared at this moment. 

After attaining a degree in hotel management at Stanford University, Varisha set to prove to the world that she could make it without their support.

She never got their help when she needed them, anyway.

This was the first step to being the girl she was truly meant to be. 

Her parents separated when she was twelve and the court granted her father full custody of her and her brother because of his influence, even though he was abusive both physically, verbally, and sexually to both of them.

THE first time Arianna and Enrique met was the night she was gifted to grace his bed. When he woke up and discovered the blood on the sheets, he couldn't believe it. He was drunk and all he could remember were moans and the soft, responsive body under him. But she was a virgin. How could he be so wrong?

ARIANNA knew the wealthy Enrique Quiroz. He was the only son of the plantation’s Don. She didn't know he was the man waiting for her that night, when she had dreaded hell in a stranger’s bed… not bliss. When she left him, she also left a part of her that only he could give back.

ENRIQUE hunted for the stranger whose beautiful face haunts him every night only to discover she was living right under his nose. Her kisses made him think only of passion and sweet wine. He is obsessed. He can’t not have her again.

But Arianna fought him as hard as she fought to survive her miserable life even after he promised her wealth. And in the war that ensued, love ruined them... that power that makes those who surrender to it win, and grants to those who cower to its force… freedom.

Elara, a bright and ambitious student at Astraea University, has always been drawn to things that defy logic. When she enrolls in a Philosophy class taught by Lucien—a young, charismatic professor shrouded in mystery—she can’t shake the feeling that something about him is... off. He never seems to change, as if time itself refuses to touch him.

One rainy night, on her way home from the library, Elara stumbles upon something she was never meant to see—Lucien locked in a brutal fight against a group of dangerous creatures. In the chaos, she gets injured, and the scent of her blood draws predators lurking in the shadows. To save her, Lucien does the only thing he can: he binds her to him with a drop of his blood, tying their fates together in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

But that single act unravels a much bigger secret—Elara’s blood is not ordinary. It’s something vampires have sought for centuries, something powerful enough to shake the very foundations of their world. Now, her life will never be the same. Trapped between fear and uncertainty, she has no choice but to stay by Lucien’s side—the only one who can protect her from the darkness closing in.

the longer they are together, the more Elara realizes that Lucien is not just her protector—he is a man burdened by a past he cannot escape, a man fighting against feelings neither of them are ready to face. And as the truth about her blood slowly unravels, Elara is forced to make an impossible choice—become part of a world she was never meant to belong to, or defy fate, even if it means losing Lucien forever.

Valentina Cruz is master of seduction with no past, no real name.
She’s conned princes, diplomats, billionaires—then successfully vanished without a trace.

Now targeting her newest mark? Adriano De Luca—
For six months, she’ll play the perfect bride to Adriano De Luca—Milan’s most feared mafia heir, known popularly as The Widowmaker - before she completes her plan then vanishes.

Adriano lives by a brutal rule: kill for less than a lie. When Valentina steps into his world under a fake name and a flawless seduction plan, she becomes the one game he refuses to lose. But beneath the heat and shadows, something else stirs—he knows her face. From a past soaked in blood.

This was supposed to be her final con. One last, dangerous game.

“You taste like a lie,” he said.
“You kiss like a man bored with the truth,” she whispered.

After trying so many jobs, Syanja finally made her decision. She started to write novels and decided to be a novelist. One day, she got an offer from a big company. It is the best company all around the world for authors, She accepted the offer to move away from her hometown. All she wants was to be successful.

One day the CEO's younger son Jeong Jung-Hoon saw her helping someone. He was amazed by her actions and beauty and slowly his feelings started building up for her.
His friends and brothers helped him to chase her. After some meetings, they get close to each other and fall in love, but Syanja's ex Hyung-Shi comes back into her life. He started to meet her and tried to take her back to him. On the other hand, Jung-Hoon was busy with his work and hardly made time to spend with Syanja. They started to distance themselves. They are public figures and rumors started spreading for them to lose trust in each other.

They started to focus on their careers, but both of them didn't know what fate wanted. It wasn't the end of their love. They changed themselves, made their character strong, and met each other again, this time with more powerful souls, this time with no love but anger.
They made each other regret everything they did for each other.
They tried everything to make each other down but it's made them closer than before.

Hidden identities, unexpected enemies, and a mysterious new mentor—all three will test the relationship between me and my men in year three at the Enchanted Academy.

When the academy is attacked by a dangerous chimera and her hoard of minions, it’s time for my men and I to dig deep and up our game with a semester of field training.

I’m having trouble focusing, because I can tell Oliver is keeping something from me.

But my new mentor challenges me to be better. Stronger.

Just when I need the support of everyone in my circle, I discover that someone close to me is not who they appear to be.

Regardless, it’s going to take all of us for me to become the witch I need to be in order to fight a foe whose very existence will be revealed.

A Mastery of Magic is created by Evie Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

When Braedon and I catch a glimpse of the future, I see the evil Archmage Edius destroying the world, but Braedon sees my death…

In order to gain Supreme status, my mates and I are transported to a new academy where we hope to master the five elements of magic.

But the sinister Archmage invades my dreams and robs me of my self-confidence.

Before I know it, all the progress I’ve made at the Enchanted Academy vanishes, and I’m back to functioning as a remedial level witch.

If we’re able to work together and master the five elements, Dash, Oliver, Braedon, Kyler, and I may be able to vanquish Edius and finally get the happily ever after we crave.

Spells of a Supreme is created by Evie Wilde, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

She only wanted to escape her life.
One fall into the river changed everything.
Lina Hale wakes in a world she doesn’t understand… "trapped inside the body of a werewolf Luna with a life already falling apart.
Now she’s tied to an Alpha who has never truly loved her, surrounded by dangerous secrets and palace politics that could get her killed.
But Lina is not the woman they remember.
As she struggles to survive in a world of power, instinct, and betrayal, Lina discovers that her arrival may have been destined all along. And when the real Luna returns, the fight for one body and one throne threatens to destroy them both.
Two souls. One body. One throne.
In a world ruled by instinct and power, who truly deserves the life they’re living?

"Are you crazy?!" You just drenched me!!" I yelled, my voice tight with annoyance.

"And I'll dry you out myself," he answered with that signature annoying smirk of his.

Without warning, he pulled me to himself and before I could process anything, his warm mouth enveloped my peak that was still clad in my soaked light fabriced top, eliciting a moan from me.


When financial desperation forces the daughter of a respected cleric into a controversial reality game, she’s paired with the one person her beliefs warn her to avoid — the Lord of the Underworld, the Devil himself. As their chemistry grows and boundaries blur, she’s torn between desire and doctrine. But when the world — and her family — discovers her secret, will she find redemption… or face eternal condemnation?

Trying to hide herself from the banquet she didn't ask to attend, Amara escapes to the balcony only to find a terribly handsome man smoking there. She ends up spending a passionate night with him. His touches leave her craving for more, but despite trying everything she can't find him. Well...that's until she is married to his younger brother.
After being denied of the affection and attention she should receive as his wife she finally caves into her brother-in-law's touches. As sinful as it is, she doesn't want to get out of it, not even when her husband wants her back!!

"I won't agree to it!" Amara said trying to keep her voice firm, even when her insides were squirming.
"Oh you will, when I make you bend over the sink and fuck you like the desperate slut you are!!" He whispered in her ear, his fingers already making the way to her drenching core.

Detective Selena Ward has built her life on logic, control, and the belief that every mystery can be solved except one: her sister’s disappearance ten years ago. When a new string of murders strikes the rain-drenched city of Hollow Creek, Selena is forced to confront the one case she never escaped.

Each victim is found posed with eerie precision their fingerprints removed, their faces serene, and a silver locket engraved with a single haunting word: “Remember.” The pattern is methodical, personal, and unmistakably connected to Selena’s past.

When the only surviving victim mutters her name in a half-conscious state, the walls of reason begin to crack. Soon, Selena receives a locket identical to those found on the bodies along with her sister’s lost bracelet and a note written in her own handwriting.

As she digs deeper, the investigation unravels a decade-old conspiracy involving a secret memory clinic, unethical experiments, and a man the city once believed dead The Pale Man, a ghost from her childhood. His twisted philosophy seeks to cleanse the world of pain by erasing memory itself and Selena is the final subject he’s been waiting for.

Torn between duty and obsession, truth and illusion, Selena must face the darkest corners of her mind to uncover what truly happened to her sister. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more she realizes that some memories aren’t meant to be found and some ghosts never left.

When fate deals a cruel hand, survival becomes the only option. For Alessia "Lexi" Thompson, that means donning a waitress uniform to cover the mounting medical bills of her precious six-year-old daughter, Emily.

But the harsh realities of her new life are only exacerbated by the constant harassment of the restaurant's shady clientele. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, a familiar face appears in the restaurant. In walks Dominic "Dom" Rossi, her ex-boyfriend, and sweeps her off her feet-literally. He whisks her away to his luxurious penthouse, and Lexi is torn between her lingering feelings for Dom and her fear of his sudden interest in her.

But what Lexi doesn't know is that Dom has been hiding a dark secret: he is now a powerful mafia boss, and his intentions as regards Lexi are far from pure. As Lexi gets deeper into Dom's world, she will have to face the truth about her ex-boyfriend and the danger that comes with loving him.

And then there is the secret Lexi has kept from Dom: the existence of their six-year-old daughter, Emily. Can Lexi protect her daughter from Dom's dark world, or will she have to make a choice between her love for Dom and her duty to protect her child?

Monica , a mistreated Omega at the hands of her stepbrother, faces judgment and abandonment from her Alpha mate, Conrad. Seeking solace, she turns to the Governor, finding refuge from the nightmares of her past. Together, they embark on a vengeful mission to make Conrad pay for the pain he caused and seek justice for the Governor's deceased wife. Monica devises a plan to seduce Conrad and earn his trust, but the question remains: will her love triumph? Can she truly make him suffer and face his demise?

As a shocking revelation unfolds, Monica's world is turned upside down, forcing her to question her choices and decisions.

Born beneath Pluto’s ill omen, I was marked a blood curse for the Constantine mafia clan, my twin Cataleya blessed with a fortune chart my parents clung to blindly.
They starved me of warmth, forced me to bear every blade, bullet and crime in her stead, and my husband Rafael, whom I once loved with all I had, sacrificed me without hesitation to soothe her feigned sickness.
I was locked in an underground dungeon lab to serve as her live drug test subject, tormented day and night by lethal experimental serum.
When I finally died alone on that cold steel table, my family brushed off my passing as a childish tantrum—until panicked enforcers crashed in, screaming the Russo crime family was storming the manor to wipe us out.
Only in ruin did they see the truth: they’d guarded catastrophe, and buried their salvation alive.

It's the start of a new school year for Scarlett and a lot has changed... On the top of her list are: newfound freedom, the relationship between her and her mate, and the craving for blood. But she's not about to let any of that stop her from trying to figure out what she's going to do with the rest of her life. And certainly not the summons from the Queen of the US branch of the royal Coven. Or the open-invitation to return to the Reinier Pack from her cousin, Paris. And definitely not the ever-present shadow she now feels in the back of her mind that seems to take over when she blacks out...

He was once the strongest weapon of the Night’s Watch — a god of killing feared across the world!

But three years ago, a deadly mission left him broken, bleeding, and without his memories. Saved by a kind stranger, he repaid the debt by marrying her daughter and living a humble life as a nobody.

For three long years, he endured humiliation — treated worse than a dog by his wife and mother-in-law. They saw only a weak man… never guessing the storm that slept within him.

Now, his memories have returned. The god of war awakens.

The king who once ruled the battlefield has returned — and this time, the world will tremble beneath his feet!

How long would you wait for the one you were fated to love?
And how many lifetimes would you live to find your way back to them?

Penelope was only fifteen when she offered her soul to her fated beloved, binding their souls in sacred vowfire. When he left for war, she knew that so long as their fire burned, he would return to her.

For fifteen years, Penelope ruled her island kingdom, holding off the droves of suitors from the surrounding islands and the mainland who sought her throne. Her people whispered that she was stubborn. Unyielding. Cursed. And she let them believe that and kept her eyes on the horizon, waiting for him to return.

Their fire burned on, and her faith remained unwavering.

Until the day she died, and the trap she’d laid sprang, giving her the chance to turn back the clock and chart a new course for the war that stole everything from her.

But she is not the only one who has come back in time, nor is she the first, and there is much more at stake than her fated love and the future that had been stolen from them.

Goddess bless her blood-stained path.

TW: Graphic Violence, War, Mentioned Child Abuse

Chelsea Stewart enters Blackthorn Academy on a scholarship, determined to build a better future for herself and her mother. On her very first day, she clashes with Ryan Ashford, the academy's arrogant top student and heir to one of its founding families.

When they unexpectedly tie as the highest-ranking students, they are forced into the Elite Scholars Program together. Constant competition soon turns into reluctant partnership, and hidden feelings begin to grow.

But Blackthorn Academy hides dangerous secrets. As students start disappearing and dark truths about powerful families come to light, Chelsea and Ryan find themselves caught in a mystery that could destroy everything they know.

In a world built on privilege, lies, and ambition, can love survive the truth?

The cool air rushed between us, making me shiver. "I've felt it since I first saw you in the mountains."

"Then why are you fighting it?" I pushed, getting bolder. "Why pretend it was a mistake?"

My name is Lyra, Princess of the Starscale Realm, bearer of the Star Goddess's purification gift.

I thought I'd found my destined soulmate—until I met Kael.

From the moment I saw him, something felt different.

Wrong. Right. I couldn't tell which.

All I knew was that I was drawn to him like water to the moon, desperate to get closer, to understand the storm raging behind his eyes.

But Kael pushed me away as often as he pulled me close, leaving me confused and aching.

Then I discovered why: my family supposedly slaughtered his entire Storm Dragon clan in a brutal massacre.

I don't believe my father capable of such horror. I can't. So I made Kael a promise—I would uncover the truth and clear his family's name, no matter the cost.

But everything changed when my "destined" soulmate betrayed me, shattering the bond I thought was unbreakable. In the aftermath of that devastation, my longing for Kael intensified until I could no longer deny it.

Kael is my true fated mate. He has to be.

But after one soulbond failed me so catastrophically, how can I trust another? How can I believe in destiny when it's already led me astray once?

Then we discovered something that changes everything: Kael and I aren't just drawn together by fate—we're the only ones who can stand against the Void. Only our combined power can seal away the darkness threatening to consume our world.

And as we dig deeper into the massacre, the real truth finally emerges: the killer was never my father at all. Someone else orchestrated the slaughter, someone who's been manipulating us both from the shadows...

Now, caught between love and hatred, trust and betrayal, destiny and choice—can we find our way forward together?

"You're trembling," he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly over her lips. "Is it fear... or is it me?"
Her pulse betrayed her before her voice ever could. He was too close. Too dangerous. And her body no longer knew which feeling came first, terror or desire.
Elena Castellano was never meant to become collateral in a war between families. But after a brutal attack turns her world upside down, her father makes an unthinkable decision to protect her. He binds her future to Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir of one of Milan's most feared dynasties.
To the outside world, their marriage is a powerful alliance.
To Stefano, it is revenge.
Cold, calculating, and impossibly controlled, Stefano has waited years for the perfect moment to strike back at the Castellano name. Marrying Elena is part of the plan. Breaking her family is the goal.
Now trapped in a gilded cage of wealth and danger, Elena must navigate a marriage built on secrets, resentment, and a simmering tension neither of them can ignore. Stefano's vengeance runs deeper than she ever imagined, and every glance feels like a warning. Every touch feels like temptation.
But the greatest threat may not be his hatred or the enemies watching from the shadows.
It may be the way her heart responds to the very man determined to destroy everything she loves.
He married her to ruin her family. She was never supposed to make him question everything.
When revenge and desire collide in a world ruled by power and blood, can love survive the consequences?

At Arcane Academy, mundanes are barely tolerated, and she arrives with no magic, no friends, and every reason to be overlooked. Yet she somehow gains a familiar, a black serpent that coils around her ankle and refuses to leave her side. Stranger still, she can understand its hissing voice and answer back. Speaking to snakes is rare even among wielders, impossible for a mortal.

Drake recognizes the truth immediately. He speaks the same lost tongue, a trait from an ancient bloodline thought to have vanished. She should not exist, yet she mirrors him in impossible ways. While the academy doubts her, he is captivated.Because somehow, loving her feels like the greatest spell of all.

Triffany never expected her life will change after an unpleasant encounter with a
stranger she never knew, this wasn't the life she dreamt of, force into a marriage she did not
sign up for but will things really go well for her after getting married to a wealthy man who
has no love for her.