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The cold bit through me first—not into skin, because I had none anymore, but into something deeper. Into whatever remained of Gracie Hart after the world had finished with her. I opened eyes that shouldn't open. Found myself standing in a morgue, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry wasps. The air reeked of formaldehyde and something else. Something metallic and wrong. Then I saw the table. My body lay there. Pale. Still.

In the first month after my husband went missing while diving, I saw him kissing Ariya passionately from upstairs. I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his freedom, my heart shattered. Then, I organized a grand funeral for him. His cousin, Nill, was there. When my ex husband found out about my relationship with him, he completely broke down.

Everyone thought I was the pampered queen of Marcus D’Angelo, New York's most feared Don. But I was just a placeholder for the woman he couldn't have: his cousin, Izzy. The truth shattered everything at a family dinner. A waiter tripped, sending a tureen of scalding soup flying toward the table. Without a second of hesitation, Marcus threw himself over Izzy to shield her. He left me exposed. The boiling liquid seared my legs, but the real agony was watching him cradle her face, checking for scratches, while I screamed on the floor. "In my hierarchy of pain," he later told her, ignoring my burns, "her death is an inconvenience. A scratch on you is a tragedy." He didn't know that while he was comforting her over a bruise, I was in emergency surgery losing our unborn child. When I woke up, he didn't ask about me. He didn't ask about the baby he didn't know existed. instead, he asked if I would donate blood to help Izzy recover. That was the moment the old Liv died. I signed the divorce papers with a steady hand. And inside the envelope with the legal documents, I tucked a single, devastating medical report. *Diagnosis: Spontaneous Abortion. Cause: Trauma.* I left it on his desk and disappeared into the night. By the time he realizes he sacrificed his own heir to save his mistress, I will be a ghost he can never touch again.

Trigger Warnings: 18+, contains BDSM, hardcore sex, Sub and mature content. "Crawl over, Claire. Crawl over, and get what you want, that is the least you can do for how hard I intend to fuck you." ******************** Just like everyone else who ends up in college with their curiosity spiking up the ceiling, Claire's was no different from them. A text confirming her boyfriend was at a fraternity party making out had her racing out, until she met the one person she would have never expected to cross paths with. Under the influence of aphrodisiac, she had given herself to him, with no recollection of who he is or where he was from until fate brought them together. With her working in his startup firm as an assistant, and his claws deep in her, Jerald wasn't ready to let her go, and she wasn't ready to do so as well, not even when she found out he was her boyfriend's elder brother. He made her feel things she hadn't felt before, and touches her in places she wouldn't have expected was possible, what awaits them when it seems their luck had run out? And the world suddenly seems to be against them?

I woke up with a vicious hangover in the bed of Kaelen Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha King of our city. As a wolfless Omega, I panicked and told him I couldn't be his because I had a boyfriend, Julian. But Kaelen just sneered, and hours later, I found out why. Julian had been cheating on me with the princess of the rival Thorne Pack, colluding with the very enemies who ruined my family. When I tried to run, Kaelen cut off every escape route. He branded me with his suffocating scent, tracked my every move, and threw a Mate Contract on my lap. He knew my deepest, darkest secret: I was hunting Alaric Thorne, the monster who murdered my mother. "Sign it. It's your only ticket in." Three years of my life with Julian had been a pathetic lie. I was betrayed by the man I loved and sold out to the pack that destroyed my mother. My ex thought I was just a weak, discarded Omega he could trample on. He thought I was left with nothing. He was dead wrong. I took the billionaire Alpha's pen and signed the contract, demanding a shadow team and untraceable resources in return. Tonight, at the elite charity gala, I stood draped in diamonds beside the most dangerous predator in Manhattan. Seeing my cheating ex pale with absolute terror in the crowd, I looked up into Kaelen's stormy gray eyes. "Kiss me." I am no longer the prey. I am his Luna, and I am going to destroy them all.

Naomi Nelson thought her life was ordinary. A quiet high school student trying to survive exams, friendships, and the confusing emotions of teenage love. But everything changes the night she receives a mysterious message attached to a bracelet she doesn't remember owning. "I found you." Soon Naomi discovers that the bracelet belonged to her late father-and it holds the key to a powerful company he helped create before his mysterious death. With the help of Ethan Cole, the intelligent and determined boy who has always stood quietly beside her, Naomi begins uncovering secrets buried deep in her father's past. But the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous things become. Strangers begin watching them. Hidden enemies emerge. And someone is willing to do anything to claim what Naomi unknowingly inherited. As trust is tested and feelings grow stronger between Naomi and Ethan, one question begins to haunt her: Is Ethan protecting her... or hiding something from her? In a story filled with mystery, betrayal, and love, Naomi must uncover the truth about her father before the past catches up with her. Because someone out there has been waiting years to find her. And now... they finally have.

My husband, Damari, has fallen for someone else. He maintains not only our home but another one outside of it. He carries her bags, holds her close when she's upset, and introduces her to his friends and parents. I, once cherished, have become the target of his disdain. After my miscarriage, he comforted me by saying I was unworthy. I leaned back, blinking away the pain, pretending indifference. He simply said, "Harlee, you deserve this." ============================== It’s the fourth year of my marriage to Damari, and everyone knows it's just a hollow shell of what it once was. They also know about his other life, the one he shares with someone else. Damari brings her to social gatherings I once attended but from which I am now excluded. His friends call Nora "sister-in-law." I've heard she's won over Tru and Alaia, his parents.

I was born a vengeful spirit, waiting only for this life to end in tragedy so I could become a true demon. On the advice of other spirits, I reincarnated as a girl in this world, hoping to be drowned at birth if luck was on my side. But I survived. My mother, Evelyn, cherished me, and my father, Waylon, adored me like a precious gem. For thirteen years, their love softened the bitterness in my soul. Until my uncle’s crimes caught up with him, and my father, the second-ranked Delta, was forced to take the blame. My mother, too, was sentenced to death. When my aunt threw me into the river, I didn’t resist. Only a single tear escaped my eye. I had broken my promise.

The scent of pine and fresh blood filled the cab of my SUV as I navigated the winding roads back to Silver Moon territory. Three deer carcasses lay neatly wrapped in the back—a peace offering for Ethan. Another attempt to salvage what remained of our mate bond. I'd spent the last week tracking a particularly vicious rogue who'd been terrorizing the northern borders. The hunt had been successful, but exhausting. My muscles ached from the chase, and dried blood still caked beneath my fingernails despite my best efforts to clean up at the outpost. "Almost home," I murmured to myself, one hand instinctively rising to touch the medallion hanging beneath my uniform. The small silver disc pressed against my skin, warm and familiar. Inside lay the ashes of Rex, my wolf companion who'd died protecting me during a rogue ambush two years ago. He'd thrown himself between me and a killing blow, saving my life at the cost of his own.

Don't Stop, Daddy An addictive dark erotic romance of secrets, power, and forbidden desire. Sierra Blake was always the good girl. The obedient daughter. The quiet one who never crossed the line. But when she returns home from college, everything changes because her stepfather, Damien Steele, sees her differently now. And the worst part? She wants him to. Damien is powerful, dominant, and dangerously off limits. Married to her mother. Her protector. Her sin. He shouldn't look at her like that, speak to her like that, touch her like that. But when he does, Sierra can't bring herself to stop him. What begins as a game of stolen glances quickly spirals into nights of whispered commands, velvet ropes, and aching surrender. Every kiss is a betrayal. Every moan, a deeper fall. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to hide. Because her mother sleeps down the hall. And secrets like these always find their way into the light. He's the man she should fear most. But all she can whisper is... don't stop.

Alina was raised as an omega maid, and she was kept out of sight and considered a nothing. However, when her pack is deprived of all their belongings at the end of the war, her stepbrother sells her as a sacrifice to the most dreaded rulers in the world, the twin Lycan kings, Kael and Kaden. A single night out with them transforms all that. They brand her as their mate, but the mark fades away by morning. The council calls her cursed. A fake Luna is brought in. And in a short time, Alina has been put in the position of a thief, a liar and a betrayer. Being hunted by the kings she loves, pushed back to the pack which abused her, Alina becomes the Alpha when she discovers the truth about the deaths of her parents. But the kings come back, imploring to be given another opportunity. Her wolf is dying. Her enemies are closing in. And the one, who can rescue her, must sacrifice all of it, even his wolf. At this point, Alina has to decide between revenge, power and the two men she can never forget.

For sixteen years, my step-brother Holden Wolf was my entire world. Every design I sketched, every dream I harbored, was a secret love letter to him. Then he got engaged to a perfect social media influencer. When I finally showed him my heart in a portfolio of my life's work, he ripped it to shreds in a fit of rage. "This is sick, Chelsea! I'm your brother!" The humiliation didn't stop. He drunkenly forced himself on me while whispering his fiancée's name, only to blame me the next morning. "What were you doing in my bed? Your behavior is inappropriate." My own mother called, not to comfort me, but to accuse me of trying to seduce him and ruin his perfect life. After a lifetime of devotion, I was just a problem to be managed, a body to be mistaken in the dark. His love wasn't protection; it was a cage. So I dyed my hair platinum blonde, accepted my estranged uncle's offer to study design in New York, and vanished without a word. This time, I was saving myself.

I was kneeling on the warped linoleum of my trailer, packing my life into a trash bag, when the predatory purr of a luxury SUV echoed through the thin walls. I thought it was a raid, but it was something much worse. Julian Sterling, a federal prosecutor in a charcoal suit, stepped into the mud and bought me from my alcoholic stepfather. He didn't use cash; he used a list of felonies and a legal settlement to trade my freedom for my stepfather's silence. "Throw it away," Julian ordered, pointing at the bag containing everything I owned. I watched my sister's stuffed bear fall into an oil puddle as he forced me into a world of cold leather and silence. By the time we reached Boston, Faith Vance was dead. He forced me to sign papers changing my name to Elara, erasing my past to fit a narrative of Swiss boarding schools and high-society breeding. The horror didn't stop there. The family patriarch, Arthur Sterling, looked at us with hawk-like eyes and issued a command that turned my blood to ice. To avoid scandal, Julian and I were to be introduced as "Brother" and "Sister." Julian's jaw tightened until a vein throbbed in his temple, and when he finally called me "Sister," the word sounded like a curse. I was a prisoner in a mansion with bars on the windows, caught between a "brother" who loathed my existence and a cousin who tried to assault me in my own room. They dressed me in silk armor and expected me to be a doll, a manageable piece of a legacy I never asked for. I sat at a dinner table worth more than my hometown, swallowing oysters that tasted like salt and iodine, while Julian created a physical barrier between me and the wolves. Under the tablecloth, I reached out and squeezed his clenched fist. His fingers uncurled and captured mine in a grip so crushing it felt like a pact signed in the dark. I have a jagged shard of glass in my pocket and five thousand dollars a month to hoard. Julian says the law is a weapon that breaks weak people, but he's about to find out that I'm not a lamb. I'm a survivor, and I'm ready for the casualties.

Bellmere University wasn't supposed to be a punishment. But it became one the second Aria Lancaster met him. Sebastian Wolfe-the new Dean. Billionaire. Ruthless. And her father's oldest friend. He's twice her age, cold as ice, and dangerously in control. She's innocent, defiant, and off-limits. One mistake lands her in his office. One punishment strips her bare. And one rule changes everything: Obey him, or be expelled. But what starts as punishment quickly turns into obsession. And when secrets unravel and control slips, there's only one thing left to do: Break the rules. Or break each other.

Arianna Blake thrives on control until Damien Hart enters her life. Tall, commanding, and impossibly magnetic, he doesn't just notice her; he challenges her, unsettles her, and awakens desires she never knew existed. But passion has its dangers. Damien's ex-fiancée, Laila, watches from the shadows, jealous, calculating, and determined to reclaim what she believes is hers. When someone begins following Arianna, and the line between desire and threat blurs, she realizes that surrendering to Damien might come with more than just heartbreak, it could cost her everything. Caught between irresistible attraction, hidden agendas, and lurking danger, Arianna must navigate love and peril, trust and betrayal, to discover who is truly hers... and who is dangerously theirs. "Dangerously Yours" this is a contemporary romance infused with suspense, obsession, and the intoxicating push-and-pull of love and danger.

The day my husband’s team won the championship, he stood on stage as both the captain and one of the only two men in the international tournament. He had promised to unveil the identity of his mysterious wife. That evening, I washed my weary hands, slipped into my most elegant Victorian dress, and waited anxiously backstage, hoping to hear my name. But under the glare of countless spotlights, he stood with the team's vice-captain and announced to the cameras that she was the love of his life. I was lost in the sea of cheering fans, my phone screen displaying a terse, unemotional message from him. "Amaris has had feelings for me for three years, and the fans are rooting for us to be together. You’re just a regular person; revealing our marriage would harm my career." That night, I didn't break down or question him as I usually would. Instead, I quietly removed the ring from my finger and watched as he and Amaris kissed under the lights. We had supported each other for twenty years, but this time, I decided to live for myself. In the midst of endless cheers, I glanced at my phone screen, almost hearing Reign’s voice as if he were speaking the words.

The phone call came at 3:17 AM. I fumbled for my cell in the darkness, Kaiden's steady breathing beside me undisturbed by the shrill ring that pierced our bedroom. The hospital's name flashed across my screen, sending ice through my veins before I even answered. "Miss Rose?" The voice was clinical, detached. "This is Mercy General Hospital. Your mother has been admitted in critical condition following a violent assault." My fingers went numb. "What? What happened?" "She's suffered multiple stab wounds. Seventeen, to be exact. You should come immediately." The world tilted.

I stood in the shadows of the grand Silvercrest ballroom, my server's uniform stiff and uncomfortable against my skin. The black tie attire felt like a costume—which, in many ways, it was. For a wolfless Omega like me, infiltrating the elite Silvercrest Pack's annual gala wasn't just risky; it was potentially suicidal. But desperation makes fools of us all. My eyes tracked Charlotte Whitmore as she glided across the marble floor, her silver gown catching the light from the crystal chandeliers. The future Luna of the Silvercrest Pack was breathtaking—tall, willowy, with honey-blonde hair cascading down her back. The perfect accessory for Alexander Sterling, the pack's future Alpha. But something was off. Her eyes kept darting to the exit, and when she thought no one was looking, her perfect smile faltered. I'd spent my life watching wolves who thought themselves unobserved.

For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale. Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error. Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter. Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me. Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing. So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.

This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers. It includes depictions of forbidden relationships, power imbalance, manipulation, emotional abuse, betrayal, jealousy, and grief. Pregnancy loss, infertility fears, and complicated family dynamics are explored. There are references to self-harm and suicide without graphic detail, as well as illness, hospitalization, and death. Scenes may include intense intimacy, obsession, coercive behavior, and psychological distress. Readers may encounter controlling relationships, consent complications, and long-term emotional trauma. If these topics are distressing, please read with care, take breaks, and prioritize your well-being. Support resources are recommended for readers affected by these themes.

For five years, I was the secret weapon behind A-list actor Johan Lee. As his top agent and devoted girlfriend, I cleaned up his scandals, secured his contracts, and deliberately dressed down so I would never outshine him. Tonight was his birthday, and I was waiting in his penthouse in black lace, ready to surprise him. The only surprise was the one I got when he walked in with a 22-year-old actress. From inside his walk-in closet, my romantic evening turned into a nightmare as I listened to them fall into his bed. But the cheating wasn't the worst part. It was hearing his cruel, dismissive laugh as he explained why he kept me around. "She's safe," he told the other woman. "She dresses like a depressed librarian. I don't need a queen trying to steal my spotlight. I need an assistant." An assistant. Five years of my life, my love, and my career-building genius, all reduced to a convenience. The grief in my chest instantly hardened into ice. The mousy girlfriend he took for granted was gone forever. I walked out of that closet, ended his career with a single video, and thought I was finally free. But then my aunt called, screaming. My family's company was mysteriously facing bankruptcy, and their only way out was to enforce an old family contract. I was to be sold in marriage to the ruthless billionaire who engineered their downfall: the infamous Colvin Sykes.

Evelyn and her best friend Sarah have planned a girls trip away from the reality of life and her boyfriend's overbearing possessiveness. But her best friend's arrogant brother Marcus ruins it by tagging along. "I doesn't matter, I'll just act like I can't see him and enjoy the best week of my life" But she can see him, hear his snide remarks about her outfit and watch him try to control the trip—their trip. Evelyn can never live in peace with Marcus But a heated argument turns into a hot night of sex and Evelyn's body doesn't seem to understand it's a mistake. Between heated tension, anger sex, Evelyn's crazy boyfriend, her best friend Sarah, Marcus need for control, and his crazy ex that claims she's back for him, Evelyn's life is about to get very messy.

My husband didn’t marry me for love. He married me to save the woman who once tied me up and left me begging for help. The woman who shattered my legs. Ripped my dreams apart and left me crawling in the dark, begging for mercy that never came. I was nothing but a stepping stone– a body to harvest,a fool to protect his first love. And I never knew. Not until tonight when everything came crashing down.

My husband chose my sister over me at the darkest point of my life. They left me to die of asthma after throwing my inhaler away. But like a shooting star would appear to the sky, Geoffrey Cohen appeared. I thought I'd forgotten him and would no longer have anything to do with him but FATE said NO