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Eleven years ago, Damien Falcone pulled me from the freezing waters, and I thought I was marrying my savior. Instead, he orchestrated my absolute ruin by forging evidence to frame me for selling a vital mafia bootlegging route to the FBI. Under the guise of saving me from the family's brutal death sentence, he stripped away my future as his Mafia Queen. He dragged me to New York and locked me in a gilded penthouse cage. For eleven years, I rotted away as his secret prisoner until my failing body finally gave out. As I collapsed in the freezing New York snow, he caught me, his hands trembling as he held my dying body against his chest. "No, Fia, stay with me. I did it to keep you alive. I had to—" I didn't want to hear his monstrous lies anymore. I had given him all my love, and he repaid me with a tomb. Loving him was the only unforgivable sin I ever committed. "I pray... we never meet again." When the howling wind faded, I opened my eyes to the heavy stench of rust and lake water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the cramped cabin of a cargo freighter, exactly sixteen years old again. It was the very night my jealous cousin sent an assassin to carve up my face and void my marriage to the Falcone family. This time, I quietly gripped the heavy oak slat under my mattress.

To survive a lethal genetic breakdown, Holden, a legendary mercenary known as "Ghost," was forced into an arranged marriage with the wealthy heiress Julia Ramsey. But the moment he stepped into the lavish estate wearing an oil-stained jacket, he was treated like absolute garbage. Julia accused him of being a perverted stalker, pulling a gun on him and demanding he be thrown out. Even after Holden used a forbidden kinetic strike to save her grandfather from a fatal heart attack, the family still looked at him with pure disgust. Julia confined him to a cramped guest room, warning him to stay out of her life. To make matters worse, his other estranged fiancée, an elite military commander, barged into the penthouse just to throw an annulment in his face. "You are a pathetic, bottom-feeding parasite! You have no ambition. You hide in this woman's apartment like a stray dog. You are entirely beneath me." She mocked him in front of Julia, completely blind to the fact that Holden had just effortlessly incapacitated her Tier-1 operative with a single strike. They all thought he was just a greedy, low-class thug clinging to their wealth. They had no idea they were mocking an apex predator who commanded the city's underground and hunted mutant monsters for sport. When Julia forced him to attend a high-society yacht party as part of a trap to publicly humiliate him, Holden just smirked and took a sip of his cheap beer. He was more than happy to play along, already calculating exactly how he was going to tear their arrogant little world apart.

Amelia, an artist struggling to live a life full of dreams and hardships, finds herself caught in an unexpected vortex after a wild night at a masquerade ball. She wakes up with a hazy memory of piercing blue eyes and a powerful presence, without knowing who the man was or what happened? A few weeks later, Amelia's life changed forever when she realized she was pregnant. The baby's father? None other than the Lycan King, a powerful and dangerous creature who rules the hidden world of werewolves. Forced into a world of magic, danger, and forbidden love, Amelia must adapt to a new life. He must navigate the dangerous politics of the Lycan Kingdom, learn to control the new powers that arise within him, and face the wrath of the King's jealous couple. In the midst of this chaos, Amelia must choose: accept her fate as the Lycan King's mate, or fight for her freedom and the life she lives.

I stared at my computer screen, my fingers frozen above the keyboard. This couldn't be happening. I blinked hard, hoping the words would rearrange themselves into something that made sense, but they remained unchanged, mocking me with their permanence. "Groundbreaking New Mobile Game 'Dreamscape' Launches Today - Lead Developer Amanda Walsh Revolutionizes Gaming Industry." My stomach dropped as if I'd been pushed from a high cliff. Dreamscape. My game. My creation. Five years of sleepless nights, of coding until my vision blurred, of meticulous world-building and problem-solving. Every pixel, every line of code, every character arc—all mine. And now, somehow, it belonged to Amanda Walsh.

He was my ex’s older brother. Now he’s my professor. And I just fell into his lap — literally. After a brutal breakup, Eli just wants to survive his final year of law school in peace. What he doesn’t expect is Carter Vale — cold, powerful, and off-limits. Oh, and now standing at the front of his classroom. Carter doesn’t care about rules. Especially when Eli starts testing his control. One slip. One taste. And suddenly, his office… has new rules.

Emma Clarke thought she had the perfect marriage—seven years with Daniel, the charismatic CEO who still made her heart race every time he walked into a room. Their anniversary celebration at Bellini's was supposed to be another milestone in their picture-perfect life. Until an accidental Instagram Live broadcast exposes Daniel's affair with Vanessa Hart, the company's ambitious PR director. Worse, Emma spots her missing family heirloom—her grandmother's necklace—hanging around the other woman's neck. When confronted, Daniel begs for forgiveness, claiming the affair "meant nothing." But as Emma digs deeper, she uncovers layers of betrayal far more calculated than a simple indiscretion. The livestream was just the beginning. Now, the woman who once built her life around her husband's dreams must rebuild herself from the ashes. But Emma isn't just walking away—she's fighting back. Against Daniel. Against Vanessa. Against the lies that destroyed everything she believed in. Because the woman they tried to break is about to become their worst nightmare.

The sound of voices from Father's study pulled me from my daydream. Five years. Five long years I'd waited for Emmett to return to me, to fulfill the promise he'd made beneath the oak tree in our garden. We'd been so young then, so certain of our future together. I smoothed my skirt and moved toward the partially open door, my heart quickening at the possibility that Emmett had finally returned. But something was wrong. The voices were tense, Father's deep baritone sharper than usual. "Mr. Turner, please understand my position." Emmett's voice, rough with emotion. "I never intended for this to happen." I froze, my hand hovering near the doorframe.

I arrived at Sterling Atelier before dawn, my fingers tracing the delicate beadwork of the final 'Starlight' sample. Six months of sleepless nights had culminated in this collection—my most personal work yet. Each stitch contained fragments of my dreams, of the constellations I'd memorized as a lonely child at the Seattle home, imagining someone out there was looking at the same stars. The security guard nodded as I swiped my keycard. "Early again, Miss Chen?" "Big presentation today," I replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. The elevator hummed softly as it carried me to the top floor. Lucas had been distant lately, more critical than usual. The return of Victoria Lane three weeks ago had changed something fundamental between us. Still, I held onto hope—six years of devotion doesn't evaporate overnight. The studio doors were already open, unusual for 5:30 AM.

In this new life, I decided to put my sister's name on the marriage certificate. This time, I fulfilled Oliver's wishes. In this lifetime, I let my sister wear the Victorian-style dress and placed the engagement ring on her finger for him. I personally arranged every meeting between him and my sister. When he took her to New York, I swiftly headed south to attend college in San Francisco. All because in my previous life, even into our fifties, he and our son still begged me for a divorce. I surrendered their final romantic fate to them. Living anew, I only want to spread my wings and soar, leaving love far behind. ... "Just hand it over once you've filled in the name." Oliver impatiently drummed his fingers on the table.

After being unceremoniously dumped in her sophomore year of college, Elizabeth makes the reckless decision to sleep with the elusive Sebastian Gray, who she'd been crushing on for ages. Just one night and she'll never see him again, she thinks. That decision comes back to bite her in the ass when she returns home for her mother's wedding a year later and finds out that her soon to be stepfather is none other than Sebastian! Forced to bear the brunt of the consequences while biting her tongue, Elizabeth resolves to avoid Sebastian from now on. But it turns out to be a futile effort as the first person she sees on her list of professors for senior year is HIM! If she didn't know any better, she'd think he enjoyed torturing her. Because every time he's close to her, all of her common sense flies out the window. And his touches are becoming far too frequent for it to be coincidental...

A world hidden from ordinary eyes, where darkness masks desire and revenge lurks behind every shadow. An arrogant, dominant vampire with secrets beyond imagination crosses paths with an unsuspecting mortal whose unique occupation draws her into his deadly orbit. Suspense, mystery, and forbidden attraction ignite as hidden identities collide, and a thirst for revenge threatens to consume them both.

Selene spent ten years as a rogue after she was accused of her sister's death. On her 18th birthday, a forbidden mate bond with Alpha Kael Blackthorn, the very man who exiled her, was awakened. He claimed her not with love but dominance. Mocked by the pack, tormented by Kael's possessive touch, and hunted by the ghosts of her past, Selene uncovers a dark prophecy: their bond isn't just fate, it's a curse that could destroy them both. When her sister returns with vengeance and betrayal, Selene must decide. Either she submits to a mate she swore to hate, or rise as the Luna she was born to be. But can love bloom in the shadow of obsession, or will the curse consume them both?

Three years ago, I walked away from Donovan Gordon as he lay on his deathbed. Now, he's back, striding into the luxury hotel where I work, richer and more powerful than I could have ever imagined. He didn't just ignore me. He spent the night making my life a living hell, forcing me to change the sheets on the bed he now shared with his new girlfriend. He called me a traitor, a gold-digger who abandoned him for his rival. He had no idea the only reason he was standing there, alive and breathing, was because my kidney was inside his body. But that sacrifice had cost me everything. My remaining kidney was failing, and I didn't come back for forgiveness. I came back for one last look at the man I saved, because my doctors weren't sure I'd survive my next surgery.

I've always done as my father commanded-until he sells me to a family in Sicily and I become the property of Sullivan Stone. * I wanted her the moment I saw her-feisty, sly, and meant to be broken. He's everything I always want to stay away from: cold, ruthless, and dangerously intent on having what he wants. * I'll train her, tempt her, and mold her until she fits perfectly into my hands. But what I didn't expect was how easily his darkness would pull me in-how quickly his world would become mine. * But when she uncovers the secret that brought her to me, she'll realize survival always demands a price. Running was never an option. And by the time I understand the truth, I'm already too deep in his game to crawl out. * And this time, that price might be our everything!

Before I died, I used my life's work in robotics to build a bionic replica of myself for my husband. She had my exact face and body, but none of my temper. She never threw tantrums, never picked fights, and never raised her voice. Yet my husband, Ethan, had no idea she was actually a machine. He despised "my" newly submissive and obedient attitude. To provoke me, he constantly brought women home, desperately trying to drive me mad with jealousy. But he never succeeded. Until one day, his first love—the one who had once walked out on him—threw a cup of scalding coffee right in "my" face. To Ethan's astonishment, not only did I not scream in pain, but my skin didn't even turn red. He finally realized that I was already dead.

My debt-ridden uncle sold me to the Romero mafia family to save his own skin. I was forced to marry Emiliano Romero, a man known to the underworld as "The Ghost"—a rumored monster who supposedly tore his last two caretakers apart. My aunt and cousin delighted in my misery. My cousin came at me with a razor, leaving a nasty bruise on my face, while my aunt bleached my hair to make me look like a cheap, disposable doll. When the Romeros arrived, they didn't even pretend to want a daughter-in-law. "The Family needs a nobody whose death won't start a police report." They just wanted a clueless victim to sign a pre-nup and die quietly. They shoved me down a sterile hallway and locked me inside a fortified, padded cell with a man wrapped in heavy chains. They all thought they were sacrificing a helpless, terrified lamb to a madman. They laughed at my tears, completely convinced I was just gutter trash waiting to be slaughtered. But they had no idea I was a highly trained undercover operative. Listening to their arrogant whispers, the pieces finally clicked. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer—he was a prisoner being drugged and framed by his own blood. I drained my uncle's bank account to buy a neurotoxin antidote, dropped my pathetic, trembling disguise, and stepped calmly into the monster's cage. I wasn't here to be their victim. I was here to save him.

I thought my boyfriend of two years, Cain, and I were building a future together. But while he was away on a business trip, his lawyers kicked me out of our apartment into the freezing rain. He texted me that it was over, claiming we "weren't from the same world." I soon found out why. That very night, he was hosting a lavish engagement party, marrying Isolde Silvermane, a powerful billionaire heiress. When I crashed the heavily guarded estate to confront him, he looked at me with absolute disgust. "You were just a stepping stone. Did you honestly believe I could ever love someone so profoundly human?" After I threw a glass of champagne on his custom suit, his face contorted with feral rage. He had his guards drag me away and lock me in a cold, metal cage in the cellar like an animal. I had given him two years of my life, only to lose everything—my home, my dignity, my future—in a single night while he celebrated his new dynasty. I had nothing left, but the burning hatred in my chest made me want to see his arrogant face crumble. Then, the terrifying head of the Silvermane family—Isolde's brother, Lycan—unlocked my cage. Instead of punishing me, he looked down at me with piercing silver eyes and offered a chilling deal. "Be my personal assistant. From a position at my side, you will have a front-row seat to watch him grovel." I accepted. It was time to make Cain regret the day he ever crossed me.

Ella was a dedicated veterinary surgeon in New York. But when she opened her eyes again, she woke up in a brutal, magical world. Before she could even process her surroundings, a jagged bone dagger smashed into her pillow, missing her jugular by an inch. The assassin was a young wolf beastman, glaring at her with bloodshot, feral hatred. Memories crashed into her brain. She had transmigrated into the body of Ella Ortiz, a sadistic matriarch who tortured her bound beastman consorts for sport. The original owner had just whipped the wolf boy's older brother with a flesh-rotting toxin, leaving him chained in the dungeon to die of sepsis. She had even banished a blinded leopard to a monster-infested forest. They hated her enough to kill her, but they were bound by the Beast Mark. If she died, their energy cores would detonate instantly. To save the dying brother, Ella had to rely on a newly activated Villain System. But there was a sick catch: she could only buy modern, life-saving medicine by earning "Animosity Points." She had to act like the cruel, arrogant tyrant they despised. To harvest their hatred, she had to secretly heal their horrific wounds while publicly kicking them, mocking them, and violently abusing them. As an animal lover, seeing these traumatized beastmen tremble in fear at her feet tore her heart to shreds. Why did she have to be a monster just to keep them breathing? But watching the dying wolf finally breathe steadily after she secretly injected him with a serum, she made her choice. If playing the psychopath was the only way to keep her consorts alive, she would be the greatest villain this world had ever seen. "Pack your gear," Ella ordered her trembling guards, crushing her guilt beneath a cold sneer. "We are going into the Mist Forest to find that blind leopard."

My grandmother died in a car accident. Ethan Griffin forced me to operate on his mistress, Tessa Langley's dog. At the family banquet, he looked down on me like a king. "Kneel and apologize to Tessa," Ethan said coldly. "Then I might forgive you." I, Nina Sterling, said nothing. In front of everyone, I lit the engagement contract and dropped the burning paper into a champagne glass, watching it curl into ashes. Then I turned and walked toward the man sitting in the corner in a wheelchair, Adrian Griffin, the one the Griffin family treated like their greatest disgrace. "Adrian," I said, bending slightly to meet his eyes. "Do you have the guts to gamble on this with me?" Ethan exploded in rage and lunged toward me. With a sharp click, the lighter in Adrian's hand snapped shut. He caught Ethan's wrist in a firm grip. Adrian lifted those dark, brooding eyes and spoke to Ethan in a voice that cut through the room. "Watch your manners. She's my wife."

At eighteen, Charlotte never imagined she’d become a wife — especially to Elijah, her brother’s cold and distant friend. He was powerful, feared, and far too complicated for someone like her. But behind his calm façade lies a secret — a woman from his past who would do anything to have him back. When jealousy turns into obsession, Charlotte’s life is put in danger the moment that woman discovers Elijah secretly married a young girl. In a world where love can cost a life, will Charlotte survive loving a man who was never meant to be hers? Because sometimes, love at eighteen isn’t a fairytale — it’s a dangerous vow.

I gasped awake, my heart pounding against my ribs as consciousness slammed into me. For a moment, disorientation clouded my mind until recognition dawned with horrifying clarity. The silk sheets beneath my fingertips. The moonlight streaming through the damask curtains. The distant sound of glass breaking somewhere in the lower floors of the Hartwell estate. This night. This exact night. I sat up slowly, my hands trembling as I pushed back the covers. The ornate clock on my bedside table read 11:47 PM—the very hour that had marked the beginning of my end in another lifetime. "I've been given a second chance," I whispered, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.

Two years after the arranged mate bond, I was sent back, and my mate, Rowen Watson, wasted no time in handing me a rejection letter. On the day I left, he stood silently to the side, his hands clasped behind his back, watching as I packed my belongings. His voice cut through the quiet, cold and detached. “You’re gentle and capable, Ivy. This rejection won’t hinder your future. When you return from your travels, I’ll arrange a suitable mate for you…” I nodded. “Alright.” His hand twitched as I took the rejection letter and tucked it into my bag. For many nights after, he would wake from nightmares, staring at my portrait and whispering, “Ivy, when will you come back?” --- On the day I left, Rowen stood to the side, his Alpha aura subdued but still palpable. He watched as I folded the few clothes I owned and placed them into the same bag I had brought with me when I first arrived. He stepped forward, his tone calm but distant.

I was drowning in the pool, chlorine burning my lungs, but my fated mate, Jax, swam right past me. He scooped up Catalina, the swim team captain who was faking a cramp, and carried her to safety like she was made of glass. When I dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated, Jax didn't offer a hand. Instead, he glared at me with cold hazel eyes. "Stop acting like a victim, Eliana," he spat in front of the whole pack. "You're just jealous." He was the Alpha Heir, and I was the unshifted failure. He broke our bond piece by piece, culminating at the sacred Moon Tree where he slashed through our carved initials to replace them with hers. But the final blow wasn't emotional; it was lethal. Catalina threw my car keys into a pond laced with Wolfsbane. As the poison paralyzed my limbs and I sank into the dark water, unable to breathe, I saw Jax standing on the bank. "Stop playing games!" he shouted at the ripples. He turned his back and walked away, leaving me to die. I survived, but the girl who loved him didn't. I finally accepted the rejection he never had the guts to speak. Jax thought I would crawl back in a week. He thought I was nothing without the pack's protection. He was wrong. I moved to New York and walked into a dance studio, right into the arms of a True Alpha named Daryl. And when I finally shifted, I wasn't a weak Omega. I was a White Wolf. By the time Jax realized what he had thrown away, I was already a Queen.

⚠️⛔Explicit 18+ Content | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised. ***** Alpha Rafael's silver eyes dropped to mine, and my whole body tensed up. His gaze alone had me clenching my legs tighter, as though that could stop the liquid licking through my backend. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Just another little bitch Omega." Those words should've made anger rush through my veins, made my fists clench, made my chest tighten with fury or made me scream but they didn't. Instead, they made my length twitch. They made me ache. And I hated it. No, I loved it. Fuck, I wanted him like I needed him to breathe. And every instinct in me screamed 'submit'. ~~~~~ Bound By His Rules is an MM erotica collection that's a feast of sinful encounters with rough hands, stolen kisses, forbidden lust, and men who will do anything to claim each other. Whether it's a one-night temptation or a love that cuts deep, these stories are soaked in passion and unapologetic heat. From Alpha and Omega TO Gravedigger and Passerby TO Sinful Stepbrothers and Halfbrothers AND MANY MORE. They are raw. They are intense. They are addictive. You better proceed with caution. Else, once you taste it, there's no going back.