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His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

Yue Xuexia is just an ordinary salted fish that rarely lives in her house, but suddenly one day she woke up, received a sign-in system, and thought she was dreaming. The sign-in system rewarded her with multiple things, including houses, money, cars, and talent scrolls, which led her to the life of the richest lady in the world. She could sign in once a day. One morning, with her eyes groggily and blurry, Xuexia was welcomed by a holographic screen only she could see. Yes, like the ones in the novels and manga. Ding! Xuexia waves her hand in the empty air and mumbles, "Noisy, I told you to turn off the damn alarm, whoever owns it!" When a robotic voice lingered near her ears saying, Signed in successfully. Congratulations to the host, and you've received [1 Million RMB in cash!] Xuexia, who is currently in need of great money, was in disbelief as she looked at the words one million and laughed. "Heh~ even in my dream, I was wishing to receive free money. What nonsense, let's go back to sleep. Yue Xuexia was about to close her eyes back to sleep when the old touch screen phone near her pillow vibrates. Bzzt~ Bzzzzzt~ "Urg~ who the hell is calling now?" complained Yue Xuexia in her half-asleep state. She picked up the phone only to see a message notification saying the following words: [Your bank card account ending with 5567 had received a deposit transfer from XXXX at 6:45 am. You had received a 1 million deposit and your current saving balance is 1,003,000.00 RMB (Autumn Field landbank)] Yue Xuaxia mumbled in disbelief and said, "Fucking hell! This is awesome." Who doesn’t like free things?~' This lady wants it too!!!

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt. A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds. Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates. It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either. But I'm here. Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt. Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing. I am so fucked. ---- R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.

Ava’s marriage was nothing like she had anticipated. Despite being married to the man she loved, she had endured nothing but humiliation and misery from her husband for the past five years. She put up with everything in the hopes of one day carving out a space in his heart. But her husband ultimately drove her to the breaking point when he handed her the divorce papers on their fifth anniversary, claiming that he loved someone else. He had taken all her family assets her father had left for her. The shocking truth that the man she had been in love with for ten years had caused her father’s death was the blow Ava couldn’t take it. Devastated, Ava didn’t want to give birth to his child in her womb. “I loved you with all my heart and gave you everything, but you ruined me and my family, Dylan Brooks. I won’t give you this baby. This baby belongs to me and will go with me to the grave. A cruel man like you don’t deserve to be a father,” Ava said as she slit her wrist. "I regret loving you, Dylan. I wish I’ll never see you again in my next life." These were her last words before she drifted into the lap of death. She thought this was the end of her life. But fate had other plans. She woke up in the past, four years ago, on the day of their first wedding anniversary. Since she was given another chance to rectify her mistakes, she vowed to protect her father and the family business. She resolved to cut all ties with her ruthless husband. But wait! Why did Dylan act so possessive and caring? Why did he declare she was the only one he wanted as his wife? Should she believe him and give him another chance? Or should she take revenge on him for what he did in her past life? “Please, Ava…come back to me,” Dylan pleaded with Ava on his knees. “I’m ready to atone my mistakes. I’ll do everything to make you happy. Just don’t leave me, okay? Tell me, what can I do to get your forgiveness?” Ava stared coldly at the man who had ruined her in her previous life. “Do you want my forgiveness? Then hand over everything to me, Dylan. I want you to feel the same agony I did."

I Was Born as a Dragon Prince… But Can’t my life be little peaceful? Hatched as the son of the strongest Dragon Empress, life should be all about power, glory, and world domination—should be. But honestly? That sounds exhausting. All this prince wants is a life of cuddles, snacks, and afternoon naps in his mother’s lap. Too bad his doting mother, a yandere maid, and his overprotective older sister have other plans—plans that usually involve him getting smothered, spoiled, or dragged into chaos. And let’s not even mention his aunt, who seems a little too happy to have him around. But can he truly live the slow life when he’s the center of everyone’s obsession? With dragons, elves, and who-knows-what-else vying for his attention, peace might be harder to find than treasure in a dragon’s hoard. ——————————————— [Warning: This novel contains degeneracy, fluff, and enough family bonding to make you question your morals.] A heartwarming, chaotic, and slightly unhinged slice-of-life story where the strongest creatures in the world fight over who gets to spoil the prince the most. Wholesome? Yes. Unhinged? Absolutely. Will he survive their love… or just give in and enjoy it? Hop in. Your degenerate heart will thank you! --------- Harem- A lot Romance- In built Netori- Not at any cost School-life- For sure Revenge- Not a lot Smut- No but, Sex scene- yes ---------- You can join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/NNEpKKAfdh

In a sprawling fantasy world called Eldrenvar, where towering sky-cities float above a scarred wasteland, power belongs to the "Gifted"—those born with innate magical abilities called Sparks. These Sparks let them wield elements, manipulate minds, or bend reality itself. The Gifted rule as nobles, warriors, and gods among men, while the ungifted toil below in the dust, mining Etherstone to fuel the sky-cities’ levitation. Follow Tomas Kael, a 28-year-old laborer from the wasteland town of Dustcrag. Tomas is no hero—he’s a wiry, sweat-soaked grunt who hauls Etherstone 14 hours a day. He’s got no Spark, no lineage, just calloused hands and a stubborn belief: hard work beats talent. While the Gifted coast on their powers, Tomas trains relentlessly—running laps with stone sacks, swinging a pickaxe until his muscles scream, studying old texts by candlelight. His dream? To climb to the sky-cities and prove an ungifted man can stand equal to the elite.

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter — business mogul, top of her class, future queen of spreadsheets, and the only Summers twin with functioning brain cells. She's survived nineteen years sharing a womb, a mansion, and half of her DNA with Eva Summers — the human embodiment of bad decisions who once tried to roast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the entire estate on fire. So when their parents arranged one of them to marry Zeke Ford — the kingdom's most notorious heartbreaker — Ava took one for the team. She didn't flinch. She didn't panic. She blinked once... probably because she was three glasses of margaritas deep after Eva spiked her drink and slid a suspicious contract under her nose — a contract that would transfer all of Ava's businesses and birthright to Eva if she refused to marry Zeke. It was the first plan Eva ever pulled off successfully — and she regretted it the moment the Fords switched the grooms at the last minute. Instead of waking up legally bound to Zeke — the charming, half-witted flirt who collects women like decorative throw pillows — Ava finds herself married to Zach Ford — the cold, brooding, emotionally constipated twin brother who hasn't smiled since the dinosaurs went extinct. The Ford family hoped Eva's lively personality would drag Zach out of his miserable cave of grief and bad attitude after his fiancée's death. Too bad they accidentally married him to the kingdom's most neurotic control freak instead. Now Ava has a whole lifetime to survive a forced marriage to a man who communicates in glances, grunts, and the occasional eyebrow twitch, convince everyone she's madly in love with her new husband... And figure out how to legally murder her sister without ruining the family name. The plan was supposed to save the Summers' reputation. Not burn the whole kingdom to the ground. "With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do." A laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers rom-com about one grumpy recluse, one reluctant perfectionist, and one contractual catastrophe that will either end in true love... Or arson with tax deductions.

   In a world divided by realms, each brimming with vibrant cultures and lurking dangers, siblings Emilia and Pasta set out to experience the thrill of an adventure before returning home. Accompanied by their bodyguard, a renowned swordsman, they venture across lands on the brink of war, where ambition and the lust for power threaten to consume everything. And who else can stop this but three quirky adventurers?  As the trio navigate mysterious lands and encounters both allies and adversaries, the swordsman must protect his charges while confronting the shadows of his past.

An unnatural eclipse blankets the world in darkness, marking the arrival of an ancient horror long thought to be a myth. For Shin and his classmates, what begins as an ordinary school day descends into chaos as the terrifying entity emerges, unleashing destruction and despair. As fear takes hold and survival grows more desperate, Shin must confront not only the monstrous threat but also the treachery of those meant to protect them. In the midst of the chaos, he discovers a connection to Emilia, a girl whose mystery past may hold the key to unraveling the mystery of the secret about himself. In a world where courage is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Shin must decide how far he’s willing to go to protect the ones he cares about.

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

[Warning: This book contains Strong Language and Mature Content] On her eighteenth birthday, Ravenna felt the weight of exile as she was outlawed from her home because she could not shift to a werewolf, a mark of shame in their world that revered power. Away from all the ridicules and hate, she had at least a more peaceful life, until a beautiful storm knocked at her door. Deceived by its enchanting waves, Ravenna welcomed it with open arms until she was swept away into the deepest depth of the ocean of love. Being a daughter of an alpha, that was not supposed to happen even if she was not living in the pack anymore. Falling in love with the king of darkness. Alaric! He is the epitome of danger. But then, she turned his life upside down. From a heartless man to an obsessive lover. All he wished was to keep her with him. Even if it meant chaining her to himself. Whether what he felt was infatuation, desire or... he just would never ever let her go. Let no man or beast separate him from what he had claimed and marked; else they would face his unceasing wrath. **************** "Am of no use to you, why do you still insist on keeping me?" She just wanted to hear him say it. That he loved her as much as she did. She was becoming more desperate as days went by, maybe more than desperate to the extent of destroying herself in this love. Alaric paused and kept his laptop aside. He held her hand and brought her in front of him before pulling her to his lap. Silently, he sniffed her neck and licked it, then replied, "Because I want to." He continued his actions, and his hands were already moving under her dress caressing her thighs. Ravenna took a deep breath trying to stop herself from diving into pleasure as always. "Will you ever say it?" Her voice came out as a low yearning plead and with his advanced hearing ability, Alaric did not miss a word. "Say what?" His hand reached her pant ready to tear it apart. "That you love me." Her words made him pause abruptly before looking at her. As usual, his eyes were blank with no hint of emotions making Ravenna feel like she was just fooling herself. For how long could she endure this? "Do I?" He asked not tearing his gaze away from her eyes that were already tearing up.

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.

My name is Gemma Morgan, and I’m a Stripper. Most girls don’t do this because they love it, they do it because they have to. Bills to pay. Kids to feed. No other choice. But me? I love it. I live for it. The thrill of grinding against a man’s lap, feeling their need, their hunger, it's better than any drug. I wasn’t abused as a kid. I don’t have a tragic backstory. My parents are alive and well. I even send them money sometimes, not that they know where it comes from. I’m not ashamed. I don’t need saving. But this is my story... and trust me, it’s not what you think.

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

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The grip he has on my hair loosens as he kneads my nipple between his thumb and index finger. My back is now arching forward, leaning into his touch. I want more. He chuckles in response. His breath coats my neck as he does so. "So needy," he taunts me before he removes his hands from my body. I'm ready to protest against the loss of his touch, but before I can, he grips my shoulders in his warm palms, pushing me back onto the sheets and pillows. I shudder in delight. Our eyes connect, and I feel the fire in my body ignite from how he looks at me. His eyes scan my body for a fleeting moment before he grabs the blanket and pulls it up.  "Spread your legs," he demands. His tone was low and husky. I comply, and he rewards me with a grin that says everything he doesn't need to say out loud. "You're perfect," he says in a whisper as he crawls further onto the bed between my legs. He's hovering over me. One hand cups my face as he leans down, resting his other arm on his elbow next to my face.  My fingers are tracing the outline of his toned abs. Enjoying the goosebumps rippling across his skin as a result. I watch as he closes his eyes, taking a moment to absorb this feeling before closing the gap between our lips. His lips are delicious.  "Mmm," I hummed against his lips. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues collided like a happy accident. I slide my fingers up his chest and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. He groans in response, vibrating against my lips. His dick is hard and pressed against my core, making it throb with need.  --------------- Phoenix was adopted by humans as a baby. She grew up in a small rural territory knowing nothing of her species or what the future held for her. She soon meets her 'mate' and discovers the secrets her human parents had kept from her all these years. In a fit, she runs away to discover that more than one man held the mate bond with her. Her first mate spent years trying to hunt her down just to find her with another fated mate. Devastated and broken he decides that he will reject her, but she becomes a target of evil no one understands. Both of her mates reluctantly stick together to keep her safe and now they are all stuck under one roof, can they figure out their differences? Will she choose her first or second mate? Or is there a third mate that is her true destiny?

Emilia's life turned after that she accidentally killed her brother. As a punishment for her crimes, her wolf ability became bound. She is now leaving a life of slavery as she is forced to live that way by her brother. At age nineteen, she saw no way of getting out of such a situation and she had finally given up on trying a way of getting out of it. Her only hope now was just getting through each day. But as fate would have its way, a contract between packs brought the arrival of the powerful crimson-eyed Alpha Anker, a wolf that men feared so greatly, yet Emilia couldn't help but had to be fascinated by him. Alpha Anker never planned on adding Emilia to his contract. Something about her strange scent which he perceived when he visited Jesse's office lured him in and he knew he couldn't just leave her behind, especially not when he heard the lies coming out from her brother's mouth. But, meeting Emilia was just the beginning as per say. If she wasn't challenging Alpha Anker, then it was her old pack that was trying to make it difficult for him by keeping secrets buried.

Nobody sees Ellie. They see Mason, this awkward, lanky kid who barely speaks. The one who hides under hoodies, head down, trying to blend into walls. They don’t see the girl trapped underneath, the one who’s been screaming into pillows and mirrors for years, begging to be real. Then comes Zoe. Bright, loud, unapologetically queer Zoe—someone who doesn’t give a damn about fitting in. She’s everything Ellie isn’t allowed to be. And in a wild, reckless moment, Ellie tells her truth: "I'm not Mason. I'm Ellie." It’s terrifying and electric—like ripping off a mask that’s melted into your skin. For the first time, someone sees her. Her best friend Jamie doesn’t flinch. Her little sister almost says, “I knew it.” And in stolen moments, Ellie starts to live—tiny rebellions like growing her hair, whispering her name to the mirror, running a secret Instagram where she can just be. Every step is a victory, but every victory has a price. Her father’s rage is a thunderstorm—loud, blinding, impossible to reason with. Her mother’s tears are quieter but sharper, like glass splinters under her skin. Teachers shrug her off; classmates whisper. Even some friends scatter. When home finally breaks her, Ellie runs. Nowhere to go, but anywhere is better than a house that feels like a prison. Coming out isn't a happy ending; it's a battle. Therapy, support groups, filling out name-change forms while strangers look at her like she’s a freak. Every small victory—being called her real name, the first hormones kicking in, a prom dress that fits—feels like a stolen breath. But it's enough. Enough to keep fighting. Because Ellie isn't just surviving. She's becoming. And that’s something no one—not her father, not her school, not the world—can take from her.

All Zee ever imagined was living a thrilling, dangerous love story—a gangster husband, dodging bullets like in her wildest night dreams. But when that fantasy became her reality, it unearthed the dark secrets of her childhood, unraveling her world and leaving her hopeless. Just when she thought she was lost, the mysterious man from her dreams revealed himself, bringing light back into her life. ~~~ His tongue wasn’t just inside me—it was teasing, rubbing against my clit, moving in and out with deliberate precision. I couldn’t control my moans anymore, my body trembling under his touch. I grasped his head, desperate for more, but he only teased me further, keeping me on edge. “You know the rules, babe. Not until I say so,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he buried himself between my thighs. “Lloyd,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me you can hold it for daddy.” “I can’t, baby,” I panted, my moans breaking through uncontrollably. “Then tell me you love this,” he demanded, his voice thick with lust—deep, commanding, and utterly intoxicating. “You know it’s amazing, love,” I breathed, my own voice unrecognizable, heavy with pleasure. He rewarded my confession with a long, deep thrust of his tongue that sent a cry ripping from my throat. Every muscle in my body tensed, anticipation coiling inside me like a tight spring. He smirked against my skin, his voice a husky whisper. “I love it when you cum on my tongue. I just can’t get enough of your taste.” Reaching for the pillow beside my head, he slid it beneath my pelvis, lifting me into the perfect arch. He took his time, savoring me, his tongue circling my clit with agonizing slowness. Then, he slid a finger inside me, moving it with expert precision, teasing, building the pressure. Shifting, he moved up my body, his hands parting my legs further as we adjusted to our sides, limbs tangled in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hard length rubbed against me, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my core. I had always believed pleasure should come with a little pain, but this… this was something else entirely. Warning: This book contains explicit sexual and violent content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Through the biting cold and hollow hunger, a lone boy drifts through the dark forest, clutching nothing but a tattered pillow. With nowhere left to go, he curls beneath a fragile sapling, surrendering to sleep. But when his eyes open, the world has shifted. The earth is gone, swallowed by an endless sprawl of branches, and the sky presses close, heavy with silent, silver light, no longer the same… == This is a Short Story ==

As she makes a move to get up from the big man's lap, she hears a groan and the weight on her hips increases as he presses her further on his huge bulge. "You are such a fu**ing tease Jasmine." he groans lowly in her ear. Being employed by the richest man in the World was not Jasmines definitely, but now she has to work all day under his strong gaze, and the more he looks at her the more she gets a crush on him To him she was just a baby till one night when he stumbled in on her in a towel, and after that she became the one thing he wanted but he wasn't sure he could get Contract marriage

In a world where leadership determines one's future, the National Student Leadership Initiative (NSLI) launches a radical experiment: Leadership Ascendancy Program (LAP) to cultivate the next generation of leaders who will run the country. This elite program gathers the top 100 most promising young leaders from across the nation—presidents, prefects, council members, and prodigies in leadership roles—bringing them to Primus Academy, a school that trains future world leaders. However, there's a catch: only 10 will graduate as "True Leaders," and only 1 among them can become the Sovereign leader. these 10 will securing high-ranking positions in politics, business, and society. The rest? Their leadership potential will be declared insufficient, permanently barring them from any influential role in the future. To prove their worth, students must compete in leadership-based challenges, forcing them to strategize, manipulate, and rally people behind them. As alliances form and betrayals unfold, these young visionaries must outthink, outmaneuver, and outlead their rivals—or risk fading into obscurity

When an crazy high school teacher send her students that are abruptly transported to another world, Nora awakens to a startling new reality—she has been reborn as the adopted princess of the Elven Kingdom. But this new life comes with a twist. Retaining memories of her past and guided by an unknown force, Nora soon realizes she has been granted two extraordinary abilities: Lucky (A-Rank): An uncanny gift of fortune that bends the world in her favor. Whether it’s stumbling upon rare treasures, escaping mortal danger, or turning the tide of battle, Nora’s luck is nothing short of absurd. Fate Wheel (A-Rank): Once a day, she can spin a wheel that grants her a random skill, ranging from E to SSS. While the outcome is unpredictable, her Lucky ability ensures the results always skew in her favor, making every spin a world-altering reward. Thrust into a realm of magic, political intrigue, and war, Nora must navigate her new role as an elven princess while unraveling the mysteries of her reincarnation. But her life takes a dangerous turn when the Holy Empire, the most powerful human nation, proposes a political alliance with the Elven Kingdom through marriage. The Emperor’s daughter, Princess Emilia, is sent to negotiate the engagement—not to Nora, but to her older brother, Haruto. However, Emilia is far from what she seems. Beneath her regal facade lies a dark and twisted secret. Emilia is not just a noble princess. She is also one of Nora’s former classmates—a timid, bullied girl whom Nora once saved in their past life. Reborn into this world with two A-rank skills of her own, Emilia has become dangerously obsessed with Nora. She doesn’t care about Haruto or the political alliance. She wants Nora. And she will stop at nothing to claim her—lying, scheming, and killing anyone who stands in her way. As Nora’s peaceful existence descends into chaos—torn between royal politics, assassination attempts, and the relentless pursuit of a yandere princess—she begins to understand the true extent of her powers. With her god-tier luck and the infinite potential of the Fate Wheel, the world should fear her. But perhaps it should fear Emilia even more. In a world where fate is a game and power is a gamble, Nora must outwit her enemies, master her abilities, and survive the madness of a former classmate who will do anything to make her hers. The wheel of fate is spinning, and no one is safe.

Ava’s marriage was nothing like she had anticipated. Despite being married to the man she loved, she had endured nothing but humiliation and misery from her husband for the past five years. She put up with everything in the hopes of one day carving out a space in his heart. But her husband ultimately drove her to the breaking point when he handed her the divorce papers on their fifth anniversary, claiming that he loved someone else. He had taken all her family assets her father had left for her. The shocking truth that the man she had been in love with for ten years had caused her father’s death was the blow Ava couldn’t take it. Devastated, Ava didn’t want to give birth to his child in her womb. ------ “I loved you with all my heart and gave you everything, but you ruined me and my family, Dylan Brooks. I won’t give you this baby. This baby belongs to me and will go with me to the grave. A cruel man like you don’t deserve to be a father,” Ava said as she slit her wrist. "I regret loving you, Dylan. I wish I’ll never see you again in my next life." These were her last words before she drifted into the lap of death. ------- She thought this was the end of her life. But fate had other plans. She woke up in the past, four years ago, on the day of their first wedding anniversary. Since she was given another chance to rectify her mistakes, she vowed to protect her father and the family business. She resolved to cut all ties with her ruthless husband. But wait! Why did Dylan act so possessive and caring? Why did he declare she was the only one he wanted as his wife? Should she believe him and give him another chance? Or should she take revenge on him for what he did in her past life? -------- “Please, Ava…come back to me,” Dylan pleaded with Ava on his knees. “I’m ready to atone my mistakes. I’ll do everything to make you happy. Just don’t leave me, okay? Tell me, what can I do to get your forgiveness?” Ava stared coldly at the man who had ruined her in her previous life. “Do you want my forgiveness? Then hand over everything to me, Dylan. I want you to feel the same agony I did." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can check my other books. Accidentally Married to Mr. Billionaire - Completed The Billionaire's Sick Wife - Completed Temptation of Billionaire's Secret Lover: A tale of love and revenge - Completed. The Contract Bride of Mr. Reid - Ongoing, daily updated.

"Come here, Sit on my lap, dolcezza", Marco Moretti said to his young bride.

Emilia is a nine-year-old girl reincarnated into a medieval fantasy world as the daughter of the emperor. However, her life in the palace is far from luxurious—her mother, a concubine, despises her for not being born a boy, and the court treats her as nothing more than an insignificant burden. Realizing she has no future here, Emilia formulates the only possible plan: escape. During the winter ball, which she attends with her mother, Emilia finds herself in the courtyard of the Taina Palace. On her way back from the kitchen, where the servants kindly gave her some sweets, she unexpectedly encounters Lucian, the son of the archduke. He appears cold and distant, yet something in his gaze intrigues her. Emilia knows she must flee as soon as possible, but the world beyond the palace walls is just as dangerous. She has no allies, no strength, but she possesses something even more valuable—her sharp mind and knowledge from her past life. She refuses to be a pawn in someone else’s game, even if it means leaving everything behind.

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.