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PART 3 OF PERVERTED LITTLE ME SERIES This is for the boys. This is for the girls that love to see a boy and boy in love. This is another edition of the perverted little me that peaks into everyone's daily diary. I can't guarantee you to remain straight after reading this... Because RF came with more hot series for the boys and the biggest pride community. WARNING: GET READY FOR BOTH CONSENSUAL AND NON-CONSENSUAL RIDE. Namaste.

El respetado líder de la mafia, nunca espero que la vida le cobrara sus crímenes, en su hermosa y santa hija, pero así fue. — Que a nuestra hija, alguien la está usando como incubadora, ¡carga un bebé que no es suyo! Las lágrimas de Santoro comenzaron a caer al momento que vio el rostro de su santa hija aparecer, aquella que por 4 años no había visto por ser cautiva por voluntad propia, por querer dedicar su vida a Dios, su rostro que siempre brillo, estaba cubierto de dolor y tristeza, mientras la furia crecía en los corazones de sus hermanos y por supuesto, su padre. Eran las 16 horas en Sicilia Italia, el sol brillaba en lo alto del cielo, cuando todo quedo cubierto por las sombras, y los Santoro juraron que nadie volvería a ver la luz hasta que la SANTA HIJA DE LA SOMBRA, volviera a sonreír.

Emerson Woods spent seven years in Council prison for a crime she didn't commit—all to protect her fated mate, Alpha Sterling West. When she finally returns to Shadowcrest Pack, she expects gratitude. Reconciliation. Maybe even love. Instead, Sterling forces her to her knees in front of the entire pack. He strips her of status, dresses her in Omega gray, and makes her serve his new Luna—Emerson's former best friend, Arianna, who wears his mark like a trophy. They believe Emerson is broken. Wolfless. Powerless. They're wrong. In that prison cell, Emerson's wolf finally awakened—silver-furred with moon-mirror eyes, carrying the rarest Alpha bloodline the Moon Goddess has ever blessed. And she's been hiding it, waiting, planning. Because Sterling has secrets. Illegal dealings. Council violations. And evidence locked in his private study. But Emerson isn't the only one watching. Chase Baker, Alpha of the rival Nightshade Pack, has caught her scent—and his wolf recognizes what Sterling threw away. A second chance mate. A true Luna. A woman who will either claim her rightful throne... or burn everything to the ground. Some wolves are made for revenge. Others are made for crowns.

The sorcerers of the Vaelgorr Pack finally breached the forbidden boundary, successfully developing a witchcraft capable of extracting the memories of the dead. And the first one lying cold on the experimental table was me. When Father heard the news, he merely furrowed his brow. "That selfish, nasty girl? All she ever did while alive was cause trouble, and now she has to disgust us even in death? Today is Jasmine and Colin's Marking Ceremony! No one is to broadcast this filth in the pack!" Jasmine—my stepsister—was currently clinging to Colin's arm. And Colin, the man who once pledged his vows to me before the Moon Goddess, now wouldn't even spare a glance at my corpse. It wasn't until the memory footage was forcibly projected during the ceremony that they finally saw the whole truth. They knelt on the ground, confessing their regrets to me. Too bad, I was already dead. Their tears came far too late. A whole lifetime too late.

Amy has lived in the shadows of her twin all her life-unwanted by her parents, erased by lies, and forgotten by the only boy she ever loved. Now, years later, she returns not as the broken girl they abandoned, but as a woman ready to fight. When she demands marriage from Lucas Tyson-her sister's powerful fiancé, but her first love-the world gasps. To them, she looks greedy. To her, it is the first step in reclaiming everything stolen from her: her name, her dignity, and the one heart that belongs to her. But Lucas remembers only betrayal, Ava will do anything to keep her lies hidden, and Amy is walking into a war she may not survive. Who will win the love fight?

Elara Crowley is the most bullied girl on campus-petite, plain, and invisible to everyone but her tormentors. What no one knows is she's also half-wolf, the outcast of a world that never wanted her. Aldric Harlow, the arrogant hockey star with a dangerous temper, hides a secret of his own: he's a runaway Alpha. When his wolf side threatens to break free during a game, the last person he ever expected-Elara-calms the beast inside him. Now tied together by scandal, jealousy, and a fake relationship that feels far too real, Elara and Aldric must fight their growing bond... while the world around them is ready to tear them apart.

The first time my husband tried to have me killed, he used our eight-year-old daughter as the bait. After I discovered his affair with a woman whose college tuition I was paying, he staged our daughter's kidnapping to lure me into a trap. I woke up in a hospital, my legs amputated, my womb removed, a permanent cripple. My husband, Eugene, played the part of the grieving spouse perfectly, promising police he' d find the monsters responsible. But I overheard him whispering to our daughter in the hallway. "You were so brave," he praised her. "You made Mommy believe you were in danger. It was the only way to stop her from leaving us." Her reply destroyed what was left of my soul. "I like Brenna better anyway. She's prettier than Mommy." They thought they had broken me, leaving me a shattered shell of a woman. So I let them believe it. I faked my own suicide and vanished. Now, three years later, I've returned. Standing on two legs of polished steel, I'm the CEO of a robotics empire, and I'm here to burn their world to the ground.

"If you leave, I'll kill your son," Conrad says, his voice firm. I stop by the entrance door, turning to face him. "Go ahead. Kill him if you want to." He scoffs. "At the expense of your three-year- old son's life? You really don't care, do you?" I sigh. "No, I don't. Not if he's your son too. I have nothing to do with your blood anymore." He stares at me, his eyes narrow. "My son? He's my son?" _________________ Amelia Hughes is forced to marry Conrad, her sister's fiance after her sister dies. Not able to meet up with her parents' conditions and having no say over their decision, she went ahead with the marriage, not knowing who her sister's fiance was. Conrad Pierre is a cold and menacing individual. He never trusts anyone close to him and doesn't need approval from anyone. When Amelia meets with her worst nightmare from three years ago, what will she do? How will betrayal, pain and secrets affect their lives and marriage?

After catching her fiancé in bed with her best friend at their engagement party, Lana Rivera's perfect life shatters in a single night. Humiliated and heartbroken, she feels the scene, desperate to disappear. But running from one betrayal thrusts her into something far more dangerous... Seeking refuge, Lana wanders into an exclusive lounge that feels less like a bar, and more like a secret society. Cigars and cologne linger in the air, Italian jazz hums in the background, and patrons watch everything with sharp, vigilant eyes. But when she witnesses a man executed in cold blood, right into the middle of the club, she realises too late that she has stumbled into the world of Underground crime... quite specifically... the Mafia. Before she can escape, Ezio Benedetti, the ruthless Don who owns the lounge, claims her. At first, she believes she will be killed for what she's seen, but instead, Ezio decides to keep her, to parade her, and to make her part of a world she doesn't understand. When he brings her to his family's most elusive event, Ezio shows her off as his newest prize. But Ezio isn't the only powerful man in the room... Among the guests stands Dante Valencia, the one they call the Mafia King, Don of the most feared family in the city, and Ezio's sworn enemy. When Dante sets his sights on Lana, Ezio refuses to let her go, refuelling the war between the two empires. Now, Lana is caught between two Rival Kings of the Underworld, one who wants to possess her, and one who wants to save her. In a world built on loyalty, blood and power, her heart might be the most dangerous thing of all...

My mother had been dead for four years, and my father, the Alpha of our pack, was now a hollow shell controlled by his new wife, Marley. I was a ghost in my own home, watching from the shadows as they celebrated a wedding that felt more like my execution. During the reception, Marley cornered me and demanded my mother's last heirloom-a blood-red ruby-to pay off her family's secret gambling debts. When I refused, her guards pinned me down, and in the struggle, the ancient stone hit the marble floor and shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Framed for grand larceny by my own stepmother, I fled to a dive bar and sought refuge with Caleb Sterling, a rival Alpha who radiated power and danger. We spent a night of soul-shattering passion that I was certain was our mate bond, but the next morning, he tossed an envelope of cash at me and called me a high-end escort. When the police arrived to arrest me, he simply stepped aside and watched them drag me away in handcuffs, cold and indifferent to my screams. "Do what you have to do," he had told the officers, his eyes devoid of any warmth. I was a fugitive, stripped of my title, and discovered I was carrying Caleb's child-a baby cursed by his bloodline to never survive the womb. I couldn't understand why my father had abandoned me to a monster, or why the man I was destined for had sold me out just to save his own reputation. After a brutal ambush that left my only friend in a burning wreck, I stood at the border of the forbidden North. I clutched the jagged shards of my mother's ruby and looked the Northern Warlord in the eye, ready to trigger a war that would burn my father's legacy to the ground.

I caught my boyfriend cheating. So I went to the one man he feared most-his father. But heartbreak turned into hate. And hate led me straight into Asher's arms. Now I'm caught in something twisted and wrong... It was meant to hurt him. Still he won't let me go without a fight. Asher Thompson isn't just a father. He's the man behind the mask. A mafian billionaire who hides his criminal empire beneath silk suits and polite smiles. And now, he owns me. I wanted revenge, to make Henry hurt. But each time Asher took me apart with a look. And every time I try to leave, he drags me deeper into his world of secrets and sin. He touches me like he owns me. He looks at me like I was made to be his. But I don't know what's worse, the pain Henry caused... Or how much I still feel for him, even while I'm in his father's bed. And when the truth comes out? Someone's going to bleed. And I'm not sure I want to survive it. This started with heartbreak. Now it's war. And I'm the one holding the match.

I took a pet-sitting gig at a luxury apartment, thinking my life was perfect. I was pregnant and engaged to Damien, a successful attorney who had spent seven years proving his unwavering loyalty. But the moment I stepped inside, I recognized his cologne. Then I saw the photos. The apartment belonged to his mistress, Candace. She had deliberately hired me to flaunt their year-long affair and the massive diamond ring he had just bought her. Candace even set a trap, calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that ring to completely destroy my reputation. But I turned the tables, using my knowledge of his habits to expose her perjury and their affair right in front of the detectives. Furious that his flawless public image was ruined, Damien confronted me outside the precinct. When I told him I was pregnant, instead of joy, his eyes filled with panic for his career. "Shut up!" he roared. He violently shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd of onlookers. Blood pooled on the cold pavement. I lost our baby. As I lay in the ICU, my heart turned to ash. He had spent seven years promising me a safe harbor, only to brutally murder our unborn child just to protect his own selfish ego. I didn't shed a single tear. I used his overwhelming public guilt to make him sign over all his assets to me, then vanished without a trace. A year later, I returned to New York not as the broken Addison, but as "Phoenix," the world's most powerful jewelry designer. And I am here to personally put him in a prison cell.

On her wedding day, Anna is lured to an abandoned lighthouse by her new husband Peter and his lover Kasha, who lock her in a flooded, kerosene-soaked cage to collect her insurance and burn the evidence. Anna frees herself, but the lighthouse collapses; she is swept into Lake Michigan and presumed dead. Instead, she washes up at Crow’s Bay—territory of the criminal K-Wing organization—burned, half-drowned, and wearing the tattered remains of her wedding dress. Their enigmatic leader rescues her, declaring the “fire-rose bride” an omen and taking her into his world, launching her transformation from victim to player.

The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow across the ballroom as I smoothed down my ivory gown, the silk cool against my trembling hands. Tonight was supposed to be perfect—our makeup wedding ceremony, Elliot's grand gesture to celebrate our seven years together after his business finally took off. "You look stunning," my friend Rachel whispered, squeezing my arm. "Elliot must be so proud." I smiled weakly, my stomach knotting with anticipation. Something felt off. Elliot had been distant lately, consumed by work and mysterious late-night meetings. But tonight was different. Tonight was ours. "I need to grab his vows from his study," I told Rachel, pressing a kiss to her cheek before slipping away from the crowd. The penthouse was quiet compared to the chaos downstairs.

The moon hung high over the city, casting its pale light through the hospital windows as I hurried down the sterile hallway. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of worry and dread twisting my stomach into knots. Henrik Salazar, my mate—or so I had thought—was lying in a hospital bed, bruised and battered. The news of his accident had reached me just hours ago, shattering the calm of the evening. When I pushed open the door to his room, the sight of him made my breath catch. His once-imposing frame, the mark of a strong Alpha, was marred with angry red welts and bruises, some of them in places that made my stomach churn. His dark eyes flickered to mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of guilt before it was replaced with a forced smile. “Savannah,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You didn’t have to come.” I stepped closer, my gaze scanning the injuries that marred his skin. “What happened?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

I jolted awake to the sound of Emma's whimpers. The digital clock on my nightstand glowed 2:17 AM, casting an eerie blue light across my empty bed. Michael hadn't come home again. "Mommy," Emma's voice was barely audible through our connecting door. My heart lurched as I rushed to her room, my bare feet cold against the wooden floor. The moment I touched her forehead, fear gripped me. She was burning up, her small body radiating heat that no eight-year-old should produce. Her normally rosy cheeks were flushed crimson, her nightgown soaked with sweat. "It hurts, Mommy," she whimpered, her eyes glassy with fever. "My bones feel funny." My stomach dropped.

He is the most feared Alpha in the world. She is the lost princess of a fallen royal bloodline. And fate just bound them together. ⸻ Born under a blood moon, Alpha Damian Blackthorn built an empire on power, discipline, and silence. His pack calls him ruthless. The business world calls him untouchable. Yet, for all his dominance, Damian carries a secret curse - he cannot find his fated mate, and his wolf is dying inside him. Miles away, hidden in the human world, Aurora Vale lives as a servant in a house that treats her like filth. She doesn't know her past, only the nightmares that visit her - of silver wolves, royal crowns, and fire. Until one night, her wolf awakens. A white, powerful wolf that shakes the moon itself. When Damian senses her for the first time, he knows: she's his. But the moment he finds her, he also discovers the truth - Aurora is no ordinary wolf. She's the missing Princess of Celestia, the one whose blood can restore or destroy every Alpha bloodline. And the people who kidnapped her are planning to marry her to his greatest enemy. As passion ignites between them, secrets unravel. Bloodlines clash. And both must decide what they are willing to sacrifice - the throne, or each other.

"Kaelin, this feels wrong... we shouldn't be doing this," he muttered, his voice shaky, eyes darting away like he wasn't sure if he should even be here. "Relax... just trust me," I said quietly, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. He sighed, still looking conflicted. "But I'm not gay," he blurted out again, like he needed to remind himself. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Neither am I." He frowned, hesitating. "Then doesn't this make us gay?" I shook my head with a small smile. "Nah, Elian. Some things don't make you gay. We're just... helping each other out. That's all. Keep that in mind." Unrequited follows Elian....a rich kid still haunted by his dad's death. Things take a turn when he falls for a girl in his class, not knowing their families share a dark, twisted past that's bound to mess everything up. His best friend Kaelin is struggling too - torn between feelings he shouldn't have for Elian and the pain of being rejected by his own family. And then there's Lloyd, quietly caught in the middle, dealing with his own confusing feelings for Kaelin that only make things messier. As secrets start to spill, their lives tangle in ways none of them saw coming. Unrequited is a story about love that hurts, truths that cut deep, and how the past always finds a way back.

On the day I finally pried open the locked drawer in Marcus’s study, I didn't find a surprise anniversary gift. I found a shrine to my father's business partner, Izzy. Photos of a woman who looked exactly like me stared back. That was when I realized my marriage was nothing more than an expensive lie. I wasn't his wife; I was a customized substitute for the woman he couldn't have. The nightmare worsened when scalding soup was spilled at a restaurant. Marcus didn't hesitate. He threw his body over Izzy to shield her, leaving me to take the full force of the burns. Later, while I lay in the hospital bandaged and in agony, he didn't come to comfort me. He came to demand I donate a kidney to save Izzy. "If we both needed a kidney, who would you choose?" I asked him, desperate for a lie. "Izzy," he said instantly. "She has so much more to do." He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know that while he was begging me to save his mistress, the stress was killing his unborn child. I wiped my tears and laughed. "Okay," I said. I signed the divorce papers and left them on his desk. On top of them, I placed a medical report dated that morning: *Spontaneous Abortion.* Then, I boarded a one-way flight to Montana and vanished, leaving him to wake up to a world where he had saved his mistress but killed his family.

​ Lucia Mclean did not rise to become the first female Alpha in three decades by believing in fate. She rules the oldest and most feared territory in Varron with blood, fear, and an iron will that has never once wavered. To her pack, she is a goddess. To her enemies, a monster. And to herself, she is untouchable. Until her fated mate turns out to be the one man who could destroy everything she's built. Jacob Hayes is a quiet cook from the Northern Pack-human-hearted, soft-spoken, and completely unprepared to be bound to the most ruthless Alpha in the four territories. Their bond is forbidden, dangerous, and politically explosive. Loving him could cost Lucia her throne. Rejecting him could spark a war. As rebellion stirs and the obsessive Northern Alpha sets his sights on claiming both Lucia's land and her mate, Lucia must choose between the power that made her untouchable and the bond that makes her human. In a world ruled by fear, even fate can become a weapon-and a broken bond can be deadlier than any blade.​

Genre: Romantic coming-of-age / High school literary romance Themes: Invisibility, identity, emotional intimacy, self-expression, being seen, vulnerability, creative partnership, quiet love. Core Premise Purity Osinachi is a quiet, introspective high school student who believes invisibility is safety. She lives on the margins of her school life-observing, writing privately, never speaking unless necessary. Words are her refuge, not her voice. Oliver Rex is equally invisible in a different way-a boy whose inner world is loud with stories but muted in real life. He publishes anonymous writing online as an escape, never expecting anyone to truly read or understand him. When Purity comments on one of Ethan's anonymous stories for the first time, a bond forms-entirely through words. Neither knows the other's identity. What begins as a safe, faceless connection grows into emotional intimacy, while in real life, they unknowingly pass each other daily in the same school corridors. The novel follows their parallel lives-online and offline-as they move from anonymity to recognition, from silence to expression, and from invisibility to courage. Plot Arc Breakdown ACT I – Invisibility (Chapters 1–4) The world before being seen Purity is introduced as a girl who survives by staying unnoticed. She reads more than she speaks, feels deeply, but hides it well. Ethan is introduced through his anonymous writing-a quiet boy pouring his pain and longing into words no one seems to notice. Purity reads Ethan's work online and, after much hesitation, leaves her first comment. Their anonymous conversation begins-tentative, careful, emotionally raw. In school, they exist near each other without realizing their connection, reinforcing the dramatic irony. The theme of safety vs. isolation is established. Key tension: Connection feels safe because it's anonymous-but it can't stay that way forever. ACT II – Recognition Without Names (Chapters 5–8) Two souls growing closer without faces Purity and Ethan's online bond deepens. They share fears, writing, philosophies, and emotional truths. Both begin to feel less invisible through each other. In real life, subtle familiarity begins-shared glances, similar handwriting, mirrored thoughts. Purity starts to feel torn between the safety of anonymity and the desire to be known. Ethan struggles with the fear that revealing himself could destroy the one place he feels understood. Key tension: They are emotionally intimate but physically strangers. The risk of discovery grows. ACT III – Collision (Chapters 9–12) When two worlds start to overlap Their real-life interactions increase-group work, shared spaces, and quiet moments charged with unspoken connection. They unknowingly influence each other's writing and thinking in both worlds. An emotional turning point occurs when they realize-through words, patterns, or moments-that the person they trust online may be closer than they think. The reveal (or near-reveal) happens carefully, without drama-built on emotional recognition rather than shock. They confront the truth: the person who understands them most is someone they've been overlooking. Key tension: Can emotional intimacy survive reality? ACT IV – Visibility (Chapters 13–14) Being seen, together Purity and Ethan choose to collaborate openly in a school writing showcase. This act forces Purity to step out of invisibility and Ethan to stand beside someone publicly. Their writing exposes their shared themes-silence, loneliness, and courage. The applause brings validation-but also scrutiny, rumors, and doubt. Purity faces the fear of losing herself in visibility. Ethan proves his love is not possessive but supportive. Key tension: Being seen brings both affirmation and vulnerability. ACT V – Ownership of Self (Final Chapters) Choosing visibility without losing identity Purity learns that being seen does not erase her-it reveals her. She establishes boundaries, rejecting outside projections and expectations. Ethan confronts the responsibility of loving someone without overshadowing them. External challenges (family pressure, school politics, anonymous admirers, and rivalry) test their trust. They choose each other not as a hiding place but as partners who honor individuality. The novel ends not with perfection but with confidence: two people no longer afraid to exist fully. Final message: Love does not save you. It stands beside you while you learn to save yourself. Character Arcs Purity Osinachi Starts: Silent, self-contained, afraid of being noticed Journey: She learns that her voice has power and deserves space Ends: Seen, confident, unafraid to exist openly without shrinking. Oliver Rex Starts: Anonymous, emotionally guarded, unseen Journey: Learns to attach his voice to his presence Ends: Grounded, visible, loving without controlling.

Dumped by her fiancé just days before their wedding, only to watch him marry someone else-what would you do? Cry yourself to sleep, or dress to kill for revenge? ​That was Elaina's reality. She's no Cinderella, yet she lost a shoe while recklessly crashing her ex's wedding. Her revenge plan went up in flames, but fate had other ideas, throwing her into the path of Alister-a man who is handsome, charismatic, and dangerous... and ironically, the person closest to her ex-fiancé. ​Amidst heartbreak and vendettas, Alister paints her world in new colors, turning Elaina into a modern-day Cinderella. But will this story end in "happily ever after," or is Alister merely leading her into a much more dangerous game?

Banished for seven years. Aubree returns to the Hopkins family, only to be despised and cast aside like trash. Her twin brother bribes her to leave. Her stepsister frames her as a monster. Her arrogant fiancé wants her ruined, caged, and erased forever. They think she's a helpless country outcast. They don't know she's the dark web's most ruthless hacker and strategist. She doesn't beg. She doesn't cry. She strikes a deal with Wall Street's deadliest tycoon. Crush the Prescotts. Ruin her enemies. She's back to take everything they stole.

I bought an antique four-poster bed at Sotheby's, said to be the final resting place of a long-dead European king. A week later, I woke up to the thick smell of blood, only to find a massive, heavily wounded man in my bed holding a forged steel sword to my throat. He was dressed in ruined velvet and gold, bleeding out from a massive abdominal gash. When I tried to save him with modern medicine, he called it sorcery and nearly choked me to death. He destroyed my expensive appliances, treating my home like a witch's lair. I thought he was a lunatic cosplayer who broke in, until he tossed me a massive ruby ring as a down payment for my help. I looked it up online. It was the lost coronation ring of King Cain the Cruel, valued at thirty million dollars. I was terrified of this savage who could snap my neck in an instant. I couldn't comprehend how a tyrant who had been dead for 135 years was breathing in my attic, until he lay back down on the antique mattress and literally vanished into thin air before my eyes. The bed was a time portal. The police would lock him in a psych ward and confiscate the priceless artifact, leaving me with nothing but bloodstained sheets and trauma. "I can give you more wealth than you can imagine." So, when he reappeared and offered me the lost Fabergé eggs of his fallen empire in exchange for modern shelter, I didn't call 911. I took his hand and became the 21st-century gatekeeper for a time-traveling king.