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The scent of rain lingered in the air as Kyle's black SUV pulled into our driveway, three days later than expected from the Northern Territories alliance meeting. I watched from the kitchen window as he sat motionless in the driver's seat for several minutes, his hands gripping the steering wheel like it might anchor him to something solid. When he finally entered through the back door, everything about him felt wrong. His usual confident stride had been replaced by careful, measured steps. His storm-gray eyes, which once sought mine the moment he walked into any room, now darted everywhere except my face. "How did the meeting go?" I asked, setting down the mug of chamomile tea I'd been nursing while waiting for him. Kyle's jaw tightened. "Fine. Standard territory discussions." His voice carried none of the warmth that usually colored our conversations after his returns from pack business. "I need to shower." He moved past me without the customary kiss on my forehead, without even brushing his fingers against mine.

"Do you believe desire can be holy, or is it always sin?" "Depends. Sometimes it saves you. Sometimes it ruins you." "And if you knew the ending was tragic, would you still want it?" "Every time." Twenty different tales of obsession, betrayal, and temptation- Where love is never simple or safe. From rejected mates and cursed vampires to priests breaking vows, ex-wives hunting revenge, and humans trapped between werewolves and mermaids- These stories test the limits of what we dare to want. Some lovers burn the world for each other. Some are destroyed by their own hunger. But all of them prove one truth; Desire always costs.

When a dead man appears at his father's birthday party, the Ashbourne family's perfect facade shatters. Elias Ashbourne was buried twenty years ago, yet here he stands, remembering everything they tried to forget. As he unearths their darkest secret, the family insists he's an imposter. But the truth is far worse: Elias isn't the boy who died, he's the thing that crawled out of his grave seeking revenge.

Betrayed. Beaten. Bought. Allison thought she found freedom in her boyfriend, Elliot, who promised to help her escape from her abusive father and grandmother, but instead, he delivered her straight to a black market auction. Now, she was left bleeding on the stage, grieving the brutal loss of her unborn child. She was seconds from death when a voice echoed through the hall: "I'LL BUY HER." The buyer is Lazar, a Lycan Alpha who paid a fortune not for a slave, but for his mate. In order to avenge the injustice and cruelty that has been done to Allison, he delivers savage justice to her abusers and offers her absolute protection in his Pack. Allison's fight just began because now, she is caught between the Alpha's possessive love and the hatred of a Pack that wants her dead.

I survived a plane crash that should have killed me. Now I heal overnight, hear thoughts that aren't mine, and have four Primal men who swear I'm their fated mate. A wolf who found me first. A bear with a haunted past. A cat who moves like shadow. A prince who wants to own me. They don't know what I really am. The sole survivor of a forbidden experiment. Created in a lab. Designed to be compatible with every Primal species. The Council wants me dead. The Resistance wants me captured. They made one mistake. They made me stronger than all of them. I will find who killed Cole Ashford. I will protect my unborn child. I will tear apart anyone who stands in my way. Four men stand at my back. Four hearts beat for me alone. But the Silent Claw is watching. And they know something I don't.

My husband, Brock, wanted to sell me out. Literally. His plan was to drug me and deliver me to his boss, all for the sake of a promotion. But what he didn't know was that my boss, Gill Webb, was gay. He was interested in my husband, not me. He looked me in the eye and asked, “Adeline, you don't want to lose your job, do you?” I sighed, weary to my bones. I really needed this job. After my husband fell into a drugged stupor, my boss appeared at the bedroom door.

We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella." Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?

Catalina had just won the Best Actress Golden Globe. It was supposed to be the absolute pinnacle of her acting career. But a broken heel on her way backstage sent her crashing right into the arms of Brogan Cohen. He was Hollywood's most untouchable A-lister, and the man she despised most. A hidden paparazzo snapped a perfectly timed photo of him kneeling to untangle her dress, making it look like a deeply intimate, secret romance. The internet instantly exploded. Brogan's rabid fanbase tore Catalina apart, branding her a shameless clout-chaser. To make matters worse, a rival actress weaponized the scandal, accusing Catalina of sleeping her way to the top to steal roles. Within days, Catalina's world collapsed. Her upcoming lead role in a major indie film was suspended. Two luxury fashion houses unilaterally terminated her contracts. Meanwhile, Brogan simply hopped on his private jet and fled to the South of France, leaving her trapped in her apartment as a mob of screaming paparazzi battered her front door. She had spent years proving her talent, only to be blacklisted and labeled a manipulative homewrecker over a stupid accident. The sheer injustice of it suffocated her. She hated Brogan with a fiery, visceral passion for destroying her reputation and running away like a coward. With her career bleeding out, her manager slammed a contract on the desk: an unedited, live-streamed survival dating show on a private Caribbean island. "You need to prove you are entirely repulsed by Brogan Cohen." Catalina grabbed the pen and signed her name with aggressive, sharp strokes. She was going to flirt with every model on that island, burn this false narrative to the ground, and make Brogan choke when he turned on his TV.

The sound of Mom's body hitting the kitchen floor will haunt me forever. I dropped my coffee mug, the ceramic shattering against the tiles as I rushed to where she lay crumpled beside the refrigerator. Her face was ashen, lips tinged blue, and her breathing came in shallow, desperate gasps. "Mom!" I knelt beside her, my hands shaking as I checked her pulse. Weak. Too weak. "Stay with me, please." Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and filled with pain. "Harper..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Can't... breathe..." I fumbled for my phone, dialing 911 with trembling fingers while trying to keep Mom conscious.

Being involved with a man six years younger than me was a secret affair. He often grumbled about using protection, promising that if I ended up pregnant, we'd marry right away. The next day, with a mix of excitement and nerves, I held a pregnancy test, ready to share the results with him. But then, I stumbled across his phone and saw the chat with his friends. "Hey Riley, Kamryn's almost back, your dream girl. What are you gonna do about the older woman?" "Riley’s got her wrapped around his finger. What else? Make the breakup sex count." Riley hadn't replied yet, but another friend chimed in exaggeratedly. "No way, man, don't tell me you're catching feelings?" Riley responded quickly. "As if.

The fluorescent lights in the vault room buzzed like angry wasps. I stood at the counter, my fingers gripping the withdrawal slip so hard the paper crumpled at the edges. Jaliyah needed her medication—the expensive kind that kept her episodes from spiraling into full breakdowns—and we were down to the last two pills. "I'm sorry, Miss White." Gerald, the vault keeper, wouldn't meet my eyes. His gaze darted everywhere but my face, settling finally on the stack of forms between us. "Your access has been... revoked." The word hit like a slap. "Revoked? That's impossible. I'm Marcelo's mate.

It wasn’t the pain in my side that woke me. It was the silence. The terrifying, hollow, echoing silence where my soul used to be. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights of the Pack Infirmary, the smell of antiseptic burning my nose. Instinctively, I reached inward, trying to brush against the comforting fur of my inner wolf, Luna. I needed her warmth. I needed her to tell me we had survived the surgery. But there was nothing. Just a cold, empty void. "Luna?" I rasped, my throat dry as sandpaper.

Jace Maddox is a billionaire tech CEO known for his cold heart and strict routines. Behind closed doors, he's a man haunted by betrayal, grief, and secrets too heavy to share. River Hale is an ex-military bodyguard with nothing left to lose. Disgraced and angry, he's hired to protect the one man he can't stand, Jace Maddox. When a dangerous scandal threatens to destroy Jace's empire, the only way to survive is a fake relationship. A staged romance to control the media. But fake feelings start to feel real. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, both men must face their pasts, and the truth about what they've come to mean to each other.

I had no choice but to return for vengeance. That man, who was supposed to be my father, abandoned my mother at the altar in favor of another woman. I despised him. He never bothered to look for me. My mother repeatedly told me that I reminded her of him. She always says, "I am a carbon copy of my father, and possibly worse." "Like a father, like a son," they always say. But this time, I returned to show him that "A son can defeat his father." And to do so, I had to be better. That is why I, Knight Angelo Knight, decided to become a gynecologist. But, in order to break his heart, I had to get my hands on either his wife, Bella, or Julia, the young girl he had raised for years. By the time I realized I wasn't just hurting him, but also her and myself... And it was a second chance that I pleaded for. But would she be able to forgive the man who dragged her to his bed to exact vengeance? And played games with her emotions? And, worst of all, took her virginity?

"Give me one reason, Liv." He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. "One good reason why I shouldn't bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless." My breath caught. "This is wrong, Damon. So wrong." I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. "You're my brother-in-law..." "Not yet, love," he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. "You're still engaged to him, but the man you'll be getting married to..." Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. "...is me." I should've walked away. I should've resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his. * Olivia had the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted-sweet, charming, dependable. Safe. She thought she have it all figured out... Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon-her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago. The man she's about to call brother-in-law. Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn't asking this time. Damon wants her back. And he'll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother-to make her his again. NOTE TO READERS: This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions. If you're looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it. But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains... Welcome to Olivia and Damon's world.

I was trained to seduce, to deceive, and to kill if I had to. Love was never part of the mission. My body became my weapon, the one thing no man could ever truly own. I couldn't give life so I learned to use sex as a tool to take whatever I wanted. As one of O.A.S.I.S.'s top operatives, I've faced warlords, dictators, and men who thought they ruled the world. None of them ever got under my skin until billionaire playboy, Zayne Beaumont, walked into my crosshairs. He's infuriatingly charming, dangerously beautiful, and the reason my pulse forgets its rhythm. But when his past comes for him in the form of Dominik D'Angelo, the ruthless Mafia Don who wants him dead, my world fractures in ways no training could prepare me for. Because Dominik doesn't just want revenge. He wants me. Now I'm trapped between two men. Both powerful, dangerous, and willing to burn the world to claim me. And I'm the prize neither of them intends to lose.

For nine years, I was Kane Hill' s secret. I was his emotional punching bag, the convenient stand-in for my twin sister, Harper-the woman he truly loved. I endured his cruelty, convincing myself his control was a twisted form of love. Then, just before he announced their engagement, Harper sent me a recording. It was Kane, his voice smooth and dismissive. "Eden? She's useful," he told Harper. "An emotional pressure valve. I need to vent on someone so I can be the perfect man for you." The cold truth shattered me. I wasn't a person, not even a substitute. I was a tool. That night, he polished Harper's engagement ring right in front of me before ending our nine-year "game" with a single, bored phone call. He never knew that I was the girl who had saved him at a summer camp all those years ago, not Harper. He'd called my attempts to tell him the truth "pathetic." So I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, leaving his gilded cage for a quiet farm in Vermont. But just as I started to heal, he found me, clutching the proof of my story in his hand, begging for a second chance I had no intention of giving.

Amara's life has always been predictable-until the shadows start watching her. Footsteps follow her on empty streets, strange chills scrape down her spine, and something ancient tracks her every move from the dark. Everything changes the night a terrifying wolf-like creature lunges out of the darkness and leaves her fighting for her life. Just when all hope slips away, a mysterious man steps in-sleek, powerful, and gone before she can speak his name. Haunted by the memory of his golden eyes, Amara begins to unravel a truth she never imagined. A creature in the night. A man in the shadows. A bond that defies logic. Her search for answers leads her to a hidden library and a forgotten article that exposes a world she was never meant to discover, one of magic, danger, and beings who walk between realms. From the veil of the other world, Kael watches her. Her guardian. Her burden. The one fate bound to her long before she was born. And every day, the pull between them grows stronger... and harder for him to fight. As enemies gather in both realms, Amara must face the darkness hunting her and the bond tying her to Kael. Because when shadow meets destiny, survival demands trust, courage, and a heart willing to walk into the dark.

(Trigger warning: this book has some elements of dark romance with an unhinged ML) "Would you give me your surname or better take mine then? Will you be the lucky man?" I blurted out having no idea of what I was saying. My head was already in the clouds and blinded by his smile. It calmed the storm in my mind. He laughed. Those dark abysses were truly alluring when they sparkled. His fingers grazed my cheeks, wiping off my tears, before cupping them in his callous palms. "If you love my surname so much." A foolish smile graced my lips, oblivious of the fact that he wasn't joking. "You can't back down now, hubby. You just got a wife." I thought I lost everything when I walked away from Sinclair. I never imagined I'd end up as Alaric Von Duvall's wife. ******* Her life was written in stone. A perfect life one she always dreamt of. Everything Cassandra wanted was within reach until one night revealed the love she'd trusted was a lie. Betrayal and deceit from those she trusted the most made every belief she had crash down. What she didn't expect was to stumble into a stranger's arms, into his bed and wake up married. Alaric gave her what she thought she wanted; now she can't take it back. One reckless mistake became a wedding vow. Now she's trapped inside Alaric's empire of lies. Married to a stranger who knows more than he's letting on He's dangerous. He's charming. And in front of everyone, he claimed her as his . Caught between Sinclair's obsession, Alaric's shadowy intentions, and her family's betrayal, Cassandra doesn't know if this marriage will be her downfall... or her salvation.

I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm. My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles. Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me. He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised. Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress. That betrayal was just the beginning. When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate. He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride. He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die. He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast. I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned. Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place. I stopped waiting for him to come home. I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night. Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake. But he's too late. Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises. He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen.

Chef Elara, bankrupted by her ex-husband Mark and his fiancée Isabella, is forced to work as their live-in maid while her son Leo is bullied by six-year-old Marcus, who calls him “toilet boy.” After Leo defends his mother and Isabella fires them, Elara and Leo endure motel poverty, job rejections, public humiliation by Mark, and Leo’s schoolyard beating for defending her. With their last five dollars Elara vows to fight back and give Leo the life he deserves—starting her climb out of the abyss.

The pencil stilled between my fingers as my phone vibrated against the desk. I recognized the number immediately—Sullivan never used my ringtone, always letting it buzz until I answered. My stomach clenched as I set down my sketchbook and flipped it open. "Eden." His voice was clipped, businesslike. "I need you to deliver something." I glanced at my watch—3:42 PM. My small home studio was bathed in afternoon light, the kind that made my jewelry designs sparkle on paper. For a moment, I pretended I had somewhere important to be. "Now?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yes, now." Sullivan didn't bother hiding his impatience. "There's a package on our bed.

He looks at me like he already knows the truth I’ve spent a lifetime hiding. Ethan Vance—lawman, predator, believer in a system I learned to outthink before I could drink wine. His eyes don’t burn with hate. They study, measure, almost… understand. They call him incorruptible. Maybe he is. But I’ve seen incorruptible men fall, not to money or power, but to fascination. The kind that crawls under your skin and makes you wonder if the person chasing you might be the only one who truly sees you. He hunts me by the book. I survive by rewriting it. But somewhere between the pursuit and the silence, between his questions and my lies, the line blurred. And now, I can’t decide which is more dangerous, losing to him, or wanting him to catch me. --- He isn’t what I expected. Luca Vitale walks into every room like he owns it, and maybe he does. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous in ways that don’t show up on a rap sheet. He should be just another target, another name I take down and file away. But there’s something about the way he looks at me. like he already knows I’m not as untouchable as I pretend to be. I tell myself it’s strategy, curiosity, control. It’s not. It’s a problem. Because every time I think I’m closing in, I realise he’s already two steps ahead—and for the first time in my career, I’m not sure if I’m hunting him, or if he’s letting me try.

Everyone in Northwood knew Maria as the woman who had betrayed William. Though she was the family’s adopted daughter, she had seduced her own nephew, William, dragging him to bed and shattering the goodwill between their families. Then, just as both sides were reluctantly coming to terms with the situation, she accidentally caused the death of William’s father, stole a fortune, and vanished. The once-glorious family lay in ruins because of her. Five years later, the woman who had once driven William to the brink of tearing Northwood apart was now draped over some stranger’s chest, planning her own funeral. “Buy the plot next to my sister’s. The urn has to be Barbie pink. And don’t forget to stud it with diamonds.” As her friend, Scott couldn’t take it. “Maria, it’s early-stage lung cancer. It’s treatable. It’s just money, isn’t it? William has plenty. If you just… apologized, he’d forgive you.” He never understood these two stubborn souls. “It was all a misunderstanding. If you just explained, wouldn’t that settle it?” Maria took a slow drag of her cigarette and said nothing. Inside, everything was bitterness. How could she explain? Back then, Samuel had been working undercover in the Syndicate. Drugged, hooked, he’d betrayed the operation and sold out his own wife—Kimberly, another undercover agent. In the end, Maria had been the one to pull the trigger. She had seized that moment, taken over their mission, and used the stolen money as her ticket to stay embedded in the Syndicate. Forget that Samuel had always been William’s hero. She was the one who had killed his father. How could she, his father’s killer, ever be with him? Samuel’s last words still echoed in her mind: *Take these secrets to the grave. My son could never accept his hero father was a traitor.* She could still see his face, hear his voice. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t tell William. Bitterness churned inside her. Maria exhaled a cloud of smoke. “It’s all in the past.” Too much stood between them. Loving each other was a luxury she could no longer afford. “The past? Then why are you still by his side?” Maria didn’t answer. Because the Syndicate had William in its sights. Even though the organization was mostly dismantled, the remnants were thirsty for revenge. William, as family to undercover agents, was the perfect target. She had to protect him. Swallowing the bitterness, Maria forced a smile. “Because I’m a bad woman. Bad women survive by conning men out of their money.” “So I send you for medicine, and you come here to pick up a man? Auntie, am I not giving you enough?” William’s voice cut through the air behind her, cold as steel. Before she could react, he seized her arm and dragged her back to the villa. The moment they were inside, he slammed her against the wall. “Do you know what you are? Slipping behind your patron’s back?” Maria offered a faint, joyless smile. “Done entertaining your precious Diane?” “Jealous?” William’s voice was icy. “Maria, know your place. You’re a kept woman. Don’t get ideas above your station.” She shot back, “For all I know, you don’t even work anymore. Diane’s nightly performances are pure bad theater. Who’d be jealous of that?” In an instant, William snapped. He scooped her up, carried her upstairs to a guest room, and threw her onto the bed. Her head cracked against the headboard. Pain bloomed—and then he was on her. His eyes were bloodshot, his grip on her arms bruising. Maria cried out, instinctively trying to shove him off, but he pinned her, immobile. He was like a starved beast, biting, claiming. His hands were branding irons, mapping her skin. A film of tears blurred Maria’s vision. She bit her lip hard, refusing to make another sound. Then William stopped. A sneer twisted his lips. “How depraved, Auntie. Getting turned on by your own nephew.” Maria mirrored his mockery. “Takes one to know one. Groping your father’s killer? That’s a new low.” The next second, a sharp crack echoed through the room. His palm struck her cheek, hard enough to split her lip. William stared down at her, hatred burning in his eyes. “Don’t you dare talk about him!” He snatched up his clothes and stormed into the next room. Only when the sounds of William and her niece’s intimacy began to drift through the wall did Maria finally go limp, her body sliding down to rest against the cold plaster. Their ragged breaths filled her ears. William’s hate-filled eyes filled her mind. A pressure built in her chest, sharp and suffocating. Then her face went deathly pale. A spray of crimson hit the floor. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were dull, her smile a ghostly, bitter thing. Hate her. Good. That was the point. Once she caught the last of the criminals, she would vanish from his life for good. That night, the sounds of passion lasted until dawn. Maria smoked until dawn. She’d thought she was numb to it. But hearing the man she loved